Professor Fu pretends to be a straight-laced person.

Jingzhou First High School.

In the sweltering heat of September, the lingering summer heatwave gripped the air, making it stifling even with the air conditioning on in the administrative office. The head teacher stood before Yuhan, her tone stern. "Yuhan, I'll ask you again, why did you hit someone?" Yuhan hung her head in silence. From the moment she entered the office, she remained silent.

The teacher, frustrated, said, "Even after saying 'good' three times, you still won't speak up. Let's see if you still have this attitude when your parents arrive." At the mention of parents, the girl's eyelashes trembled, her head sinking even lower, like a blade of grass surviving under a fierce wind.

A boy sitting on the desk nearby whistled, "Teacher, why are you intimidating the little girl?" The teacher snapped, "Xie Yan! Get off the desk!"

"Alright!" Xie Yan hopped off the desk carelessly, standing with a nonchalant air. There was a noticeable red mark on his forehead.

If it weren't for the fact that Yuhan had caused the injury on his forehead, she might have thought Xie Yan was a good person.

Ten minutes later, rhythmic knocking echoed through the office. Xie Yan looked at Yuhan with malicious delight, as if saying, "You're done for."

But his joy was short-lived. The girl didn't even acknowledge his presence.

Upon hearing the knocking, Yuhan's fingers, hanging at her side, suddenly clenched her pants. She stiffly turned her head to face the approaching person.

The man seemed to have rushed over, his chest slightly heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead down his chin and disappearing into his neck. As their eyes met, Yuhan quickly lowered her head.

Fu Mingyi: "..."

Was he a ferocious beast?

Well, if she were a student who had made a mistake and he happened to be her guardian, then yes, he indeed could be likened to a ferocious beast. Then suddenly, a voice exploded in her ears: "Uncle Fu?!" from Xie Yan.

Yuhan looked up incredulously at Fu Mingyi.

Was he Xie Yan's uncle?

Xie Yan seemed even more surprised and delighted. "Uncle, I didn't call you. How did you know I was being bullied?"

Great, with Uncle here, he could definitely teach this ungrateful girl a lesson.

Only now did Fu Mingyi notice Xie Yan's presence. He frowned slightly, ignoring Xie Yan, and nodded politely to the teacher. "Hello, I am Yuhan's guardian."

Xie Yan: "???"

What about him?

Did his uncle not recognize him as his nephew?

The teachers in the administrative office exchanged bewildered glances.

What kind of scene was this? They had never seen such a thing before.

It was the head teacher who reacted first, clearing his throat and summarizing the situation. In short, Yuhan had hit a classmate at school and refused to admit her mistake, showing a bad attitude.

Fu Mingyi looked at Yuhan with surprise. The girl, with her delicate figure and lowered head, showed no emotion. She had been as obedient as a quail during her time at his house, and Fu Mingyi couldn't reconcile the idea of her hitting someone.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Is there perhaps a misunderstanding here? I know our girl; she wouldn't pick a fight."

"Uncle!"

Xie Yan, feeling aggrieved, stepped forward, pushing Yuhan aside. He pointed to the red mark on his forehead and said, "Look, she did this!"

Fu Mingyi looked coolly at him, then took Yuhan's wrist and pulled her behind him. "Did you provoke her first?"

"... "

Xie Yan was speechless. Although he had been correct in his assumption, he had never seen anyone twist the truth like this!

Yuhan's wrist, held by him, felt hot on the outside but moist and warm on the inside, causing her arm to tremble.

Fu Mingyi stood tall in front of her like an impenetrable wall, strangely reassuring.

The head teacher, emerging from his daze, described how atrocious the incident was, and Fu Mingyi readily agreed. But at the end, he asked, "So, how do you suggest we handle this?"

"Generally, we would consider the feelings of the victim first..."

Fu Mingyi nodded and turned to Xie Yan. "What compensation do you want?"

"... "

This uncle of his seemed gentle and easygoing, but appearances could be deceiving.

Xie Yan's dream of seeing Yuhan scolded to tears shattered with a sigh. "Just ask her to apologize."

"Alright."

Fu Mingyi brought Yuhan forward. "It's right to apologize after hitting someone."

Yuhan, who hadn't spoken a word the whole time, lifted her head, showing a plain, white face. Without hesitation, she said, "I'm sorry." Her clear and bright eyes made Xie Yan feel a bit embarrassed. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you."

After all, he had started it.

In the name of fairness, the disciplinary office deducted seven points from Yuhan's behavior score.

After the deduction, Fu Mingyi asked Yuhan to wait outside, and he ushered Xie Yan out along with him.

Outside the door, Yuhan took a few steps away from them, creating some distance.

Xie Yan laughed at her gesture. "Hey, what's your relationship with my uncle anyway?" What relationship? Lodging, gratitude, or something else? Yuhan wasn't sure.

Maybe, to him, she was a big trouble.

Because on the day he brought her back, she saw Fu Mingyi's mother expressing dissatisfaction with him.

Yuhan felt a little confused and finally shook her head.

Was he just being polite?

Xie Yan grinded his teeth and smiled. "Guess what they're talking about inside?" This statement attracted the puzzled gaze of the girl. "...What do you mean?"

Xie Yan smirked mysteriously and fell silent.

After five or six minutes, the door opened.

As Fu Mingyi stepped out, he saw the two of them standing like door gods on either side.

Xie Yan looked as insolent as ever, while Yuhan, nervously and awkwardly, seemed to want to say something.

She had always avoided him.

But now, her sudden change of behavior softened Fu Mingyi's heart. He said gently, "Go back and pack your things. I'll take you to the hospital." Yuhan had only recently been discharged from the hospital, so it was a good opportunity to go back for a check-up.

Yuhan nodded and hurried back to the classroom.

Xie Yan's wailing voice came from behind, "Uncle, it's me who got beaten up, why don't you take me to the hospital?"

And then Fu Mingyi's kind reply: "Get lost."

A smile crept onto Yuhan's lips, and the gloomy mood lifted slightly.

So, the courteous Mr. Fu could also scold people. It was during self-study time, and Yuhan's return attracted quite a few curious, sympathetic, and compassionate looks.

As she returned to her seat to pack her things, her desk