Chapter 417

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Chapter 417 I’ll Treat You to Ice Cream!

All students looked at Fang Yu.

Liu Yan is a legendary and controversial figure in history, with no definitive conclusion to this day, so they were very interested in this question.

“Liu Yan’s works can be divided into two periods. The first half of the year and the second half. The works from the first half mostly praise and celebrate landscapes and nature…”

Fang Yu’s understanding of Liu Yan was as thorough as his understanding of himself.

Because Liu Yan was actually himself.

More than a thousand years ago, Fang Yu temporarily left his secluded life to travel in the secular world.

During this time, Fang Yu made a friend who was considered a great literary master of that era.

Influenced by this literary master, Fang Yu’s talent flourished, writing many poems and painting numerous landscape pictures under the name Liu Yan.

About a year later, Fang Yu left that place, and Liu Yan disappeared accordingly.

Besides Liu Yan, Fang Yu had many other identities throughout history.

However, Fang Yu was somewhat surprised that the poems and paintings he casually created back then now held such high status in the literary world, with fame even surpassing the works of that literary master from his time.

In his own opinion, the quality of his poems and paintings was inferior to that literary master’s.

But each era has different aesthetic standards and appreciation levels, which is understandable.

“‘The Double Ninth Festival Record’ is actually not Liu Yan’s masterpiece. His highest level work should be the poem ‘Absolute,’ which…”

After Fang Yu finished his lengthy explanation, the entire classroom fell silent.

All students stared at Fang Yu, their eyes filled with surprise.

They had chosen Fang Yu’s elective course just to join the crowd. Additionally, they thought his class would be relaxed, making it convenient to skip in the future.

But the literary knowledge Fang Yu demonstrated was completely beyond what someone of his age should possess.

Whether or not he reached the level of a professor, he certainly far exceeded these university students!

He effortlessly cited various allusions and verses, and his analysis of Liu Yan’s works was incisive.

This Professor Fang… didn’t seem to be joking around after all.

Song Liuge, who had asked the question, was also somewhat stunned.

She had stood up to ask this question mainly to inquire whether Fang Yu thought Liu Yan actually existed.

But unexpectedly, Fang Yu analyzed and evaluated Liu Yan’s works from different time periods, leaving everyone astonished.

“However, I believe Liu Yan’s literary achievements aren’t as high as people nowadays praise them to be. His poems became famous mainly because of the controversies surrounding him as a person,” Fang Yu commented.

“Then… Professor Fang, do you think Liu Yan really existed?” Song Liuge asked her original question.

“Liu Yan didn’t exist, but the author of those poems and paintings did exist,” Fang Yu answered.

“So you mean Liu Yan was just a pen name? The real author was someone else?” Song Liuge said.

Fang Yu nodded.

“Why would the original author do this? Such excellent poems and paintings would be better with the original name, wouldn’t they? Weren’t literary people proud of their work back then?” Song Liuge asked puzzledly.

“That’s true for most literary people, but some don’t necessarily want fame,” Fang Yu smiled.

“Thank you, Professor Fang.” Song Liuge bowed slightly to Fang Yu and sat down.

We’ve been talking for so long, why isn’t class over yet?

Fang Yu glanced at the clock at the back of the classroom.

The first class had only passed about half an hour.

Being a professor was indeed not easy.

Fang Yu frowned slightly, thinking to himself.

After answering Song Liuge’s question, the atmosphere in the classroom became much quieter, no longer as noisy as before.

All students were from Nandu University, among the top tier in the entire Jiuzhou Nation.

Their learning etiquette was excellent. Once they confirmed that this guest professor Fang Yu wasn’t fooling around but had genuine knowledge and skill, they naturally stopped looking down on him and began to take the class seriously.

“Professor Fang, regarding the poem ‘Ode to West Lake,’ I’d like to know…”

“Professor Fang, what’s your opinion on the Poetry Saint…”

“Professor Fang…”

Several students stood up simultaneously, wanting to ask Fang Yu questions.

“Students, please be patient. Due to my throat condition, I need to rest for ten minutes after answering each question. Please study on your own for now,” Fang Yu said.

The students were stunned.

Could a class be taught like this?

“Dean Wang, how do you feel about it?”

At this moment, in the corridor outside the classroom, Guo Gang stood beside an elderly man and asked.

“Quite excellent,” Wang Yangshi nodded, his gaze approving.

Seeing Wang Yangshi so satisfied, Guo Gang felt relieved.

Hiring such a young guest professor was quite a bold decision. If the results weren’t good, the HR department would be criticized to death by the professors from the Literature Department!

But now it seemed there was no problem at all.

In the second half of the class, Fang Yu answered two more students’ questions.

This time, Fang Yu deliberately slowed his speech, talking intermittently, spending twenty minutes answering each question.

“Ring…”

Soon, the dismissal bell rang.

Fang Yu sighed in relief.

He rarely spoke so much in just over an hour, and having forgotten to prepare water, he now felt thirsty.

“Professor Fang!”

Song Liuge ran to the podium, placed a bottle of mineral water on it, and smiled gently, “Professor, you’ve worked hard, have some water.”

Fang Yu picked up the mineral water, looked at it, then looked at Song Liuge.

Song Liuge leaned on the podium with both hands, looking up at Fang Yu, her beautiful eyes showing both curiosity and admiration.

“Professor Fang… now that class is over, can I call you Fang Yu?” Song Liuge said.

“Mm.” Fang Yu twisted open the bottle cap and tilted his head back, ready to drink.

Song Liuge watched Fang Yu’s actions, a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

“Fang Yu!”

At that moment, a coquettish voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Tang Xiaorou walked quickly to Fang Yu with a dissatisfied expression.

The students who hadn’t left the classroom turned their attention to the podium again.

Fang Yu seemed to know both goddesses? And appeared to be on good terms with both?

The male students’ eyes were filled with envy.

Being able to interact so closely with two goddesses was their dream.

Many female students sighed inwardly.

After this class, they had developed quite a liking for the young Professor Fang on the podium.

Although he wasn’t exceptionally handsome, he was knowledgeable and spoke wittily.

For them, such a man was quite attractive.

But with two goddesses making their moves simultaneously, they, with their inferior looks, naturally had little chance.

“I’m treating you to ice cream, come with me.”

At the podium, Tang Xiaorou glanced at Song Liuge, then turned to Fang Yu and said.

Song Liuge’s expression changed slightly, revealing a smile, and said to Tang Xiaorou, “Hello, I’m Song Liuge. May I ask who you are?”

“I’m Tang Xiaorou, Fang Yu’s former schoolmate and desk mate!” Tang Xiaorou said indignantly.

But she quickly realized this tone was impolite and softened her expression considerably.

“Desk mate…” Song Liuge looked surprised.

“Yes.” Tang Xiaorou didn’t want to talk much with Song Liuge and turned to Fang Yu, saying, “Fang Yu, let’s go quickly. The dessert shop on campus will be packed soon.”

“Let me drink some water first.” Fang Yu picked up the mineral water Song Liuge had given him, tilted his head back, and drank more than half in one gulp.

Song Liuge watched Fang Yu drink, a flash of triumph quickly passing through her eyes.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Tang Xiaorou said impatiently.

“Do you want to come along?” Fang Yu looked at Song Liuge and asked.

Song Liuge shook her head gently and said, “I have something to do, so I’ll pass. I’ll treat you next time.”

With that, Song Liuge smiled playfully and turned to walk out of the classroom.

Fang Yu watched Song Liuge’s departing figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Song Liuge walked out of the classroom door, quickly leaving the sight of those male students, and went to the corner of the stairwell of the teaching building.

She took out her phone from her pocket.

“He has drunk the holy water. You can prepare the ritual first. When I return, we will execute immediately.”

At this moment, Song Liuge’s expression was ice-cold, no longer the gentle and charming person from before.

…

“Fang Yu, who is that Song Liuge? How did you meet her? Why did she come to your class? Didn’t you say you’ve never been to the school before…” Tang Xiaorou’s questions came like rapid fire.

But Fang Yu ignored her completely, staring at the bottle of mineral water in his hand.