She wanted to meet him?
Nathaniel Fu typed back: "Are you coming to Tsinghua?"
Celia: "Yes."
Nathaniel: "I'm just heading back to my office. See you there."
Celia: "Okay."
The seven competition team members immediately perked up with excitement."Professor Fu, can we come with you to meet this genius junior?"
Nathaniel gave them a cool glance. "You'll have plenty of chances in the future. For now, focus on the problems I assigned."
"…Professor Fu, at least tell us afterward if she's beautiful!"
…
When Nathaniel returned to his office and pushed the door open, someone was already inside.
It was Yara Lu.
Nathaniel's sharp gaze softened a little. He set the book in his hand on the desk and asked gently, "Yaoyao, why are you here?"
They had parted unhappily the previous night, and he hadn't reached out since. Yara had come on her own. "Professor Fu, I need to tell you something."
"Go ahead."
"Celia from Class 28 caused trouble today. She openly contradicted Teacher Peng in class and drove her away. Now their class has no calculus teacher. I heard she's coming to ask you to teach them, but I won't allow it."
At that moment, Celia happened to arrive outside the office. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but Yara's words fell clearly into her ears.
She froze.
Inside, Nathaniel's dark brows tightened slightly at the mention of Celia being in trouble, though he remained silent.
"Professor Fu, did you hear me?" Yara tugged at his arm, her tone almost spoiled. "Celia is going to beg you to teach Class 28—you can't agree to her."
Nathaniel's face remained indifferent. "I understand."
Overjoyed, Yara rose on tiptoe, trying to kiss his handsome face in reward.
But Nathaniel shifted aside.
She tried again.
He avoided her again.
Frustrated, Yara wrapped her arms around his lean waist and leaned up toward him. "Nancheng, why are you dodging me? I just want to kiss you."
Nathaniel pushed her away firmly. "Yaoyao, I told you—it's class time. Don't do this."
"It's class time now, but what about after class?" Yara's voice wavered with grievance. "You're just as cold to me afterward. Last night I was so proactive, and you didn't even kiss me. Think about it—since you've been here, have you touched me at all?"
Outside the door, Celia's slender body trembled. She hadn't wanted to overhear their private matters, but her heart jolted at Yara's complaint. Why… hasn't he touched her?
Inside, Nathaniel suddenly looked up and caught sight of the slim figure by the doorway. His handsome face chilled instantly.
"Yaoyao, we'll talk later. Leave for now."
Yara left, her expression clouded with anger.
As soon as she was gone, Nathaniel's deep voice cut through the air. "How long do you plan to linger outside? Come in."
Celia's heart skipped. Oh no, he noticed.
With no choice, she stepped inside. For a moment, she hesitated—should she call him "Senior," or "Professor Fu"?
Nathaniel's cold gaze fixed on her, his voice biting. "Celia, do you even know what good manners are? Who taught you to eavesdrop on my private conversation with my fiancée?"
Her lips pressed together, then she lowered her eyes and whispered, "Professor Fu, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I'm sorry."
"If apologies solved everything, why would we need the police?" His voice was sharp, cutting.
"…."
"What exactly did you hear just now?"
Celia's pulse raced. Could she admit she'd heard everything?
Staring at his icy, handsome face, she chose her words carefully. "I heard Yara forbidding you from teaching Class 28."
Nathaniel's eyes narrowed slightly. "Anything else?"