He Su Ye watched, both surprised and admiring. It was the first time he’d seen Shen Xi Fan working. Her bangs were clipped to the side, and she wore glasses, her gaze intensely focused. Whoever said men working are the most attractive clearly hasn’t seen a woman this engrossed in her work, he thought.
After a while, she looked up and frowned. "He Su Ye, for terms like yin and yang, should I use pinyin?"
He nodded. "With hyphens."
"And mu xiang?"
"Vladimiria souliei. Use the pinyin first, then provide an explanation."
The room fell silent except for the sounds of typing and their occasional exchanges. Their teamwork was seamless, and soon the document was complete. On QQ, Li Jie sent a barrage of emojis, which left Shen Xi Fan laughing uncontrollably.
Feeling a bit of tension in her shoulders, she stretched and glanced at He Su Ye, who was covering his mouth, laughing quietly at his computer. The dimples on his right cheek were sweetly prominent, almost unbearably charming.
Unable to resist, she leaned over to see what he was looking at. As soon as she read the first line, she burst into laughter. "He Su Ye, your students are too creative! And you’re not half bad as their teacher!"
On the screen was a forum post:
"Feeling depressed… just finished grading your Fang Ge papers.
Classmates, everyone studying traditional Chinese medicine knows about Bai Wei. But isn’t Chinese amazing? Because now we have not only Bai Wei but also ‘Budweiser.’ Some genius wrote: ‘Jiajian Wei Rui uses Budweiser.’
Honestly, if you’d written Zi Wei or even Heineken, I might’ve let it slide. But Budweiser? What’s next—‘Drink Budweiser, win a BMW’? Clearly, someone thinks studying TCM won’t make them rich, so they’re planning to win the lottery instead.
Another gem: ‘Huang Qin Sheng Di Jia Gan Cao, promotes sweating, dispels wind, and strengthens masculinity.’
Kids, these are not random phrases! Thank goodness I caught these—if Professor Gu did, you’d really be in trouble.
Someone even turned Bi Yu into Bi Xue. What’s next—quoting Jin Yong novels about Yuan Chengzhi and Wen Qingqing?
And the pièce de résistance: ‘Pu Ji Xiao Du Ban Qing Lian’ became ‘XX Lan Gen X Qiao X.’ What are you going to do in the future when you can’t remember the herbs? Write ‘XX’ and tell the patient, ‘Figure it out yourself!’
Grading Fang Ge papers is way more painful than marking essays. I’m exhausted, failed half the class, and if anyone asks, 4.5 credits might cost you some money!
Classmates, cherish life. Stay away from retakes. Take care!"
Both of them laughed so hard they had to cover their mouths. Shen Xi Fan pointed at the screen, still giggling. "Bai Wei and Budweiser—what illness do you think that could possibly cure?"
He Su Ye answered with a perfectly serious expression, "‘Jiajian Wei Rui uses Bai Wei, Dou Chi, Cong Bai, and Jie Geng. Together with Da Zao and Bo He, it’s an eight-ingredient formula to nourish yin and induce sweating.’ Our genius writer is probably suggesting Budweiser for cooling the blood and replenishing yin!"
Shen Xi Fan glanced at him with mock seriousness. "He Su Ye, this is the first time I’ve discovered your sense of humor. Are you secretly the quiet and mischievous type?"
When she said that, He Su Ye pretended to be annoyed. Grabbing a book, he lightly tapped her on the head. “Little girl, getting cheeky now, are you? Feeling itchy? Looking for a beating?”
Shen Xi Fan immediately ducked to avoid him. But in her haste, she accidentally braced herself against the edge of the drawer, and as she stepped back, her body bumped the drawer shut with a loud clang, trapping most of her fingers inside.
As the saying goes, the fingers are connected to the heart. She let out a muffled groan, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
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