Yu Guang didn’t expect to have the opportunity for close contact with Ye Si again so soon.

Calligraphy was a compulsory course in their major, and it was scheduled for every semester, with classes on Mondays and Fridays.

Yu Guang liked everything related to literature—reading, writing, and understanding literary history. Calligraphy naturally included.

As one of the top universities in the country, Nan University naturally had excellent faculty— their calligraphy teacher was the vice chairman of the National Calligraphy Association, a little old man with various honors, and his teaching style was extremely arrogant and arbitrary.

So, when Teacher Chen Zhongguo respectfully led a young man into the classroom, everyone’s jaws dropped.

Not only were they surprised by the teacher’s respect, but also by the handsome appearance of the man.

The students in the classroom suddenly became restless, whispering to each other, their words reaching Yu Guang’s ears.

“Is this the new young teaching assistant? So handsome!”

“Would Teacher Chen show such respect to a teaching assistant? He seems to have quite a background…”

“Isn’t this the super handsome senior from the French department! A campus celebrity, don’t you guys know?”

At the mention of it, the originally indifferent Yu Guang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly looked up at the platform—

The man who had appeared countless times in his dreams was staring down with narrowed eyes.

Even the last seat by the window, which used to be his favorite, had now become a mistake—because of this seat, they were separated by an entire classroom.

It felt somewhat distant.

Ye Si’s gaze seemed blurred, and Yu Guang wasn’t sure if the senior was only looking at him.

But his own gaze had indeed been completely drawn to Ye Si.

Ye Si was wearing a white shirt, the hem tucked into black trousers, a hard leather belt cinched around a slender waist, and his legs were straight and long.

Perhaps feeling the classroom was stuffy, Ye Si was in the process of unbuttoning the top button of his white shirt with one hand.

The sunlight outside the window filtered through the branches, casting mottled shadows, and happened to cast a patch of light on Ye Si’s hand.

The knuckles became perfect lines of light and shadow, flickering like an artwork meticulously crafted by God—Yu Guang adored it deeply.

The button was quickly undone, revealing a sexy Adam’s apple and deep collarbones, and further down… flesh disappeared into the shadows, inviting fantasies.

Yu Guang’s breath caught, and his gaze couldn’t move away.

He absentmindedly unlocked his phone and tapped on the camera icon.

Ye Si appeared in the lens.

Hormones surged instantly, heating up.

Yu Guang’s hands were shaking slightly, causing the camera to wobble.

The person in the lens also became unfocused, and Ye Si’s figure blurred.

Yu Guang felt a bit anxious and frantically tapped the screen to focus.

The small screen, held in his hand, gradually framed Ye Si entirely, as if trapping the other person completely in his own cage.

Suddenly feeling thirsty in his throat.

Yu Guang suddenly remembered that unfamiliar number—his kind of number. Daily text messages came from it, and although he didn’t deliberately memorize it, he somehow remembered it.

The photos of him wearing that white shirt sent by that person were also composed in this narrow and tense ratio—

They say that artworks reflect the artist’s state of mind.

He could read the other’s strong possessiveness and desire. Breaking free from the stereotypical perspective, Yu Guang naturally could also see how crazily infatuated he was with Senior Ye Si in the camera.

Without hesitation, he clicked the capture button.

There was no embarrassing situation like the last time he took a sneak shot—after that embarrassment, he changed the settings to keep absolute silence when taking sneak shots of Ye Si in the future, to avoid exposure.

And now, it came in handy.

The photo automatically stored in the gallery, reduced to a thumbnail the size of a thumbnail in the lower left corner. Yu Guang intentionally opened the full-size image and looked at it repeatedly.

The sunlight seemed to favor the other person too, casting a halo on the man’s smooth jawline, giving it a soft glow.

Yu Guang’s gaze lingered on Ye Si’s well-defined Adam’s apple for half a second, and half a moment later, he suddenly realized:

Senior Ye Si’s Adam’s apple, collarbones, chest… were not just visible to him, but to all the students in the classroom!

In the moment that thought arose, an uncontrollable anger surged from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Guang tightened his grip on the phone, and even though the edges were hurting his hand, he didn’t loosen it.

Pain can shift emotions—this was Yu Guang’s own five-word mantra, believed in and followed.

In fact, it worked well for him too.

When he opened the camera again, he had completely calmed down.

He quickly took several shots, focusing on Ye Si’s well-defined knuckles, and when he confirmed that there was no blurring, he stopped.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Ye Si seemed to smile discreetly at him when he put down his phone.

“Over the next semester, I will be the senior mentor for everyone, guiding you all on calligraphy issues—please take care of me, everyone—”

After speaking, Ye Si walked down from the platform. His gaze did not look at Yu Guang, but he accurately walked to the last seat by the window.

The scent of pine wood lightly wrapped around, like the silk spun by spring silkworms, slowly enveloping Yu Guang.

It was comforting and addictive.

The woody scent on the handkerchief belonging to Senior Ye Si, hidden under the pillow, had already faded to almost nothing.

It should be replaced… Yu Guang thought silently.

Amidst his increasingly intense heartbeat, Ye Si’s gentle yet cool voice rang in his ears:

“Yu Guang, may I sit here?”