MysticAmy

"Good morning, everyone!"

His sultry voice sounded in the classroom as he greeted his students.

"Welcome to Assessment of Student Learning class, and I, Pan An, would be your professor."

Most of the girls in the room stifled their swoon as the boys internally rolled their eyes at the women who reacted that way.

At the back of the classroom, however, was Shu Xian, the only woman who didn't swoon when she saw who their Assessment of Student Learning professor was.

Her eyes were wide open as her mouth was agape, her heart thumping hard in her chest as she couldn't believe what was happening in her life right now.

'I am living under my professor's roof!?'

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19-year-old university student named Shu Xian was left irreparable when she was kicked out of her apartment due to not paying her rent since she only earned a little from her part-time job.

Waking up to an unfamiliar place after some men assaulted her, Shu Xian came out of the room and found the man who rescued her. He introduced himself as Pan An and upon knowing from Shu Xian that she had no place to stay, had offered her to stay in his place.

Unknowingly, though, when she went to the university where she studies, it turns out that the man who saved her is actually now her college professor and that they're living together!

Is staying under one roof beneficial to them—or will it just hinder their lives as a teacher and as a student?

Let us know what would happen as we unravel Pan An’s intentions and Shu Xian’s struggles in the story entitled, “Fancy Me, Professor!”

Fancy Me, Professor!

As the morning light gently filtered through the window, casting a soft glow upon the room, Cai Li stirred from her slumber, her senses suddenly alert to the disquieting realization that something was amiss.

A wave of nausea washed over her, her body trembling with an unfamiliar sense of unease that she couldn't shake.

Cai Li's stomach heaved with an undeniable force, wrenching her body with a surge of nausea that left her feeling weak and unsteady. Rushing to the bathroom, she barely made it in time before her body convulsed with a violent retching that echoed through the confined space.

She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white as she gasped for breath, the acrid taste of bile lingering in her mouth.

As the waves of nausea began to subside, she forced herself to stand, her reflection staring back at her from the mirror.

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