Chapter 147 - Old Zhou: I am 182cm Tall And Handsome
Chapter 147: Old Zhou: I am 182cm Tall And Handsome
After a while, in her cute little apron, Deeny went to the living room with the plate of eggs and milk. She was shocked when she saw Su Yang there. “Master, you are early today.”
Su Yang nodded. “Yeah, I can’t sleep.”
Deeny put the tray on the tea table and asked meekly, “What’s wrong?”
Su Yang sighed. “I had a dream this morning and my fried eggs flew away.”
“Flew away?” Deeny looked at him with a confused expression.
“Yeah. It should be on my plate, ready to be eaten, but it grew a pair of wings and flew away, but before it could fly faraway, it fell on the ground.”
‘He’s hinting to me, isn’t he? Master is hinting at me, isn’t he? He knows it, doesn’t he?!’
With that in mind, Deeny showed a flattering smile and picked up the tray of breakfast. “Master, I forgot to make sausages for you. Hold on. I’ll go fry some for you.”
“Eggs and sausages are the perfect breakfast duo!”
She then quickly ran to the kitchen.
Su Yang looked at her and smiled while shaking his head. ‘This little rascal.’
A while later, Deeny appeared before him with a brand new plate of fried eggs. Su Yang accepted it and started eating. He asked, “Where’re the sausages?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “We ran out of sausages.”
She was not lying. Su Yang had devoured all the edible food in the refrigerator last night, including the ham and sausages. However, judging from Deeny’s expression, she did not even check the refrigerator. All she did was fry a new piece of egg.
Su Yang did not expose her either. He ate the eggs, drank the milk, and asked, “The app that I gave you last night…how long do you need to get it done?”
Deeny’s head slightly tilted as she calculated in her head. She said, “I think the fastest I can get it done is around two days.”
He nodded. “Get it done as soon as possible. This new app is unlike the first one which targets a small audience. When this app goes online, it will affect a lot of people and all your second points will depend on it.”
Deeny saluted solemnly when she heard about a possible second point. She lifted her chest and said loudly, “Yes, Master!’
Su Yang watched her tidy up the table and wash the dishes after breakfast. He then cleaned up and headed to class. He was a person who would finish what he started. Since he attended class on the first day of April, he ought to attend class on the last day of April.
As for the rest of April…Ahem…We all knew what happened.
After all, Su Yang skipping class barely affected his results and studies.
The first class of the week was Old Zhou’s Essentials of Modern Huaxia History. Su Yang slid into his usual last row and sat down.
Right after he sat down, Old Zhou called him down to the podium, “Su Yang, a moment please.”
Su Yang stared at his lecturer with a confused look. He saw Old Zhou waving at him, so he got up and walked down to the podium.
“Are you forgetting something?” Old Zhou asked him when he came down.
‘What? What did I forget?’
Su Yang was even more confused. A moment later, he slapped his forehead and said, “Oh, right! Right, right! Yes, yes, I almost forgot. Mr. Zhou, you are talking about Han Yi’s fan club, aren’t you? I’ll add you right away.”
Old Zhou cleared his throat and said softly, “Shhh! I still have to maintain my image as a lecturer in front of the class.”
Su Yang looked at his semi-bald head and thought of the nickname everyone had given him.
‘Okay, Mr. Zhou, as you wish.’
Then, Su Yang asked while he made fun of his lecturer in his mind, “But wouldn’t others know when I add you to the group?”
Old Zhou glanced at him in surprise. “Alternative accounts! It’s the age of the internet. Who doesn’t have an alternative account nowadays? I even have eight QQ accounts!”
‘Mr. Zhou, what are you going to do with that many QQ accounts?’
Anyway, Su Yang added Old Zhou’s alternative WeChat account and invited him into Han Yi’s fan group.
With the addition of a new member, some of the older members popped up and welcomed Old Zhou.
[Oh! A new member? Please introduce yourself, the others are busy.]
Old Zhou thought for a moment before he typed: [I’m happy to be in this big family. Let’s get along like a real one.]
Su Yang saw Old Zhou’s reply. ‘Yeap, the generation gap sure exists. His words are really…old-school?’
The members were not concerned about Old Zhou’s reply at all. They might only view him as a one-of-a-kind person. After all, all kinds of people in Shanghai were fans of Han Yi. Even the inhuman Li Runze was her fan.
However, Old Zhou’s every single reply was a mood killer. It was like a passive effect that he could not turn off.
After Old Zhou’s reply, the ‘newbie welcomer’ of the group said: [New member, please send the group a red packet, or share your bust/waist/hip measurements. If you don’t know your measurements, show us a picture of yourself.]
‘Sh*t! Is Old Zhou okay with this kind of joke? He’s a man in his 40s after all…’ Su Yang was worried.
However, when he glanced at Old Zhou, he saw the man replying with an excited look.
[182 cm, tall and handsome. Second-year student in Literature. I hope every senior here can take care of me.]
‘What the…What did I just see? 182 cm? Tall and handsome?’
Su Yang sized Old Zhou beside him up and then stared at his semi-bald hairstyle. His views on life perspective started to crumble and collapse.
‘Will I get into danger because I know too much? Will he kill me?’
Su Yang looked at Old Zhou again and saw his lecturer looking at him.
Chills ran down Su Yang’s spine as Old Zhou grinned at him before he continued sending messages in the group.
Su Yang checked the chat group and saw Old Zhou’s question. [Is there anyone from Literature or Information? What do you think of Mr. Zhou of Essentials of Modern History?]
One student from the Faculty of Literature replied: [Old Zhou? That baldy?]
Su Yang looked at Old Zhou and noticed the man writing something in his notebook.
‘Okay, mate. It’s nice meeting you. Rest in peace. And…Old Zhou, your phishing skills are too good to be true! I have a feeling that you aren’t doing this for the first time.’
However, Su Yang was the president of the fan group, after all, so he had to step in and stop his members from further destroying themselves. He typed: [Mr. Zhou is a good lecturer. Let’s not talk about him. This group is about Han Yi.]
To his surprise, the student who replied sent a confused Nick Young meme sticker together with his message: [Su Yang, didn’t you roast Old Zhou for making you copy the lousy notes? Why are you defending him today?]
‘Since when did I roast Old Zhou!? Don’t accuse me, you b*stard!’
Su Yang stiffly turned to Old Zhou and saw the man’s sinister grin.
‘Great. I got myself killed before saving the others…’
Su Yang cleared his throat. He wanted to explain to Old Zhou, but the man patted his shoulder. “It’s fine. I understand. When I was a student, I used to give my teacher nicknames too. It’s actually another way to show your love for the teacher or lecturer.”
Su Yang was slightly moved by Old Zhou’s sincere look.
‘He’s really a big-hearted lecturer.’
A moment later, Old Zhou sighed and said, “Of course, when I became a lecturer and heard the nicknames from my students, my feelings still got hurt. So…minus five points for you and the student who replied.”
‘Eh?! What’s with the sudden plot twist?! I’m bleeding inside already!!’
After the little joke, Old Zhou kept his grin away and said, “Oh. One more thing, Su Yang, do you remember what I told you about my daughter?”
Su Yang nodded. “Yeah, what about her?”
Then, he slapped his forehead again. “Oh right! I’m really forgetful! I forgot to give you Han Yi’s autographed photo, didn’t I?”
Old Zhou shook his head. “That aside, I want you to help my daughter. She’s…been getting a little weird lately. I want to talk to her or join some bonding events with her, but she doesn’t want to be around me. Since you are the president of Han Yi’s fan club and around her age, I think you will be able to find a common language with her.”
‘A 15- to16-year-old girl? I’m 19 years old and people say a generation gap happens every three years. We both might be in our teens, but the generation gap is real. I don’t think I can communicate with your daughter, Old Zhou…’
Just when the thought popped in his mind, a familiar beep sounded in his mind.
[Beep. New Bronze Mission.]
‘Great. A familiar pattern, a familiar smell…Hmm, should I play it differently this time?’