Yang Fei rubbed Gong Shuiyan’s face, smiled without a trace of warmth and said, "Whose adorable child is this? If no one claims her, I’ll send her to Lichun."
"Wuuu..." Gong Shuiyan turned her head, saw Yang Fei, and imdiately exclaid joyfully, "My idol..."
Yang Fei with a stern face: "Stop! I’m not your idol."
After which, Yang Fei dragged Yang Gang away.
"Hey, Gang, who is that absurd girl?" Yang Fei paused, glaring at him before speaking again, "Aren’t you obsessed with mature won? Why are you planning to make a move on a primary school kid?"
Yang Gang’s mouth twitched, "She’s at least a freshman..."
"College student’s body, but the intellect of a primary schooler!"
Gong Shuiyan touched Yang Fei’s raw nerve with her physical appearance; it would have been a surprise if Yang Fei didn’t get upset.
Yang Gang didn’t bother arguing anymore, lest he further agitate Yang Fei.
After a while, Yang Fei finally cald down.
She looked at Yang Gang, paused for a mont, and suddenly asked, "Gang, did anything happen between you and dad after the accident last ti?"
Yang Gang was taken aback, but on the surface remained calm and said, "No, why?"
"Oh, no reason. Class is about to start, I’m leaving." After saying this, Yang Fei left.
Once she walked out of Yang Gang’s sight, Yang Fei slowed down and fell into thought.
"Has Gang truly transford into soone who is attracted to younger girls?"
At this mont, people were gathered in a corner of Haixing University, discussing animatedly.
This was Haixing University’s photography departnt’s exhibition wall, where excellent photography pieces were regularly displayed.
"Hey, hey, who is this beauty? She has an extraordinary deanor!"
"Wow, I really can’t find the words to describe her. If I could hold her hand, I would have no regrets in this life."
"You’re just a pig-headed person and a brainless fan." A female student expressed her dissatisfaction.
"Alright, this is classic sour grapes. But really, while many people are as good-looking as her, why does she stand out so much? It’s like the difference between an original and a knockoff." Soone voiced their confusion.
"You’re a woman yourself, and yet you have such keen observations about other won."
"Get lost."
...
Initially uninterested, Yang Fei now found herself intrigued.
She also walked over.
Seeing Yang Fei approach, the crowd automatically parted for her.
After all, she was the campus beauty.
Yang Fei moved forward a few steps, looked up, and was imdiately stunned. Her gaze was fixated on a photo at the center of the exhibition.
Under the complentary background of fiery maple leaves, a woman stood as if she was a celestial being descending to earth. The wind unraveled her long hair, and her lips curled into a slight smile, creating a picturesque scene.
The woman in the photo was Zhang Miao.
She had been photographed accidentally by a mber of the Haixing University’s Photography Departnt while she was out shopping in Hangcheng.
At the ti, Zhang Miao had walked over to a nearby maple tree, picked up a fiery red maple leaf from the ground, and broke into a faint smile as if she was reminded of sothing.
A smile that could overthrow cities.
The then acting president of the Haixing University’s Photography Departnt, who was on photography duty, beca transfixed when he saw Zhang Miao smiling under the red maple tree.
"Goddess", was the only word in the photographer’s mind.
Even though his expression froze and his mind went blank, his profession trained him to instinctively click the cara’s shutter.
And thus, this photo ca into existence.
At this mont, Yang Fei finally understood: n who are obsessed with mature won will never turn into n who are attracted to younger girls.
Because, whether one acknowledges it or not, won are at their most radiant and captivating between the ages of 23 to 28, the age group associated with mature won.
And herself, at 20, is indeed nothing more than a bloom yet to fully open, immature and naïve.
Yang Fei walked over, her fingers gently caressed the photo in the glass fra, sporting a faint smile as she told herself, "I may be immature right now, unable to show the woman’s perfect and pure elegance. But I believe, ti will teach us everything. One day, I will also beco as mature, intelligent, and radiant as Sister Miao."
After leaving the photography exhibition, she went back to the classroom.
Yang Fei had just sat down when she noticed a blossoming Red Rose placed on her desk.
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ps: Recently had a fluid replacent, it feels terrible and it’s also affecting the crucial mont of my work being recomnded. This Chapter is quite short, so y’all can read it first. I’ll take a short rest before writing the next Chapter.
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