Ting Shuang was about to add Bai Changyi into the group, when he received a notification saying that the group had been disbanded.
Ting Shuang: “…”
Everyone exchanged a glance: Fortunately, the group admin had quick fingers.
Ting Shuang thought for a while and said, “Then should I make a new group?”
Everyone: “…”
Ting Shuang thought for a while before asking, “What should the group name be?”
Song Xin said, “… Academic Exchange Group.”
He Le secretly sent Song Xin a private message: I think it should be called, ‘The Wolf Enters The Flock Of Sheep’.
After exchanging a few messages privately, Song Xin simply created a small group without Ting Shuang, and sent: Us bros fought hard for three years, but who would have fucking thought that Ting Shuang, that kid, would run off to marry the enemy.
Guo Ping: It’s fine if he marries the enemy, but he even led the enemy to our barracks, disrupting our soldiers’ minds.
Song Xin: Actually, I suspect that that kid, Ting Shuang, did it on purpose.
Song Xin: He’s probably been holding back for a long time, and took advantage of his graduation to show off his power.
After he sent that sentence in the smaller chat group, he heard Ting Shuang say very happily, “Okay, I’ve added all of you in. I’ll ask my partner to add you guys as friends.”
In the smaller chat group, Song Xin sent: He definitely did it on purpose.
Guo Ping: I think so too.
Song Xin: Should we beat him up?
He Le: I don’t think it’s good to beat him up…
He Le: I’m personally against violence.
Ting Shuang continued, “Hey, didn’t you guys make a meme of my partner before?”
As he said that, he sent the two memes, “The grim reaper is looking down on all beings” and “It’s become chilly, it’s time to cross out the name of this student” to the large group he just created, and even @ He Le and Bai Changyi, “Professor, these two memes were made by this student. Isn’t he very talented?”
He Le screenshotted the chat and sent it to the smaller group, quickly deleting the “I’m personally against violence” message that he had sent just now, and re-sent a new message with the three words—
Beat that bastard.
Two seconds later.
Ting Shuang was pushed down onto the grass by everyone, and was beaten harshly.
Halfway through the beating, Bai Changyi exited the house, “What are you doing?”
Everyone stopped instantly.
Not good, they had been discovered, beating their teacher’s wife behind his back.
Taking advantage of everyone’s frozen states, Ting Shuang stuck his head out of the crowd with much difficulty and complained, “Professor, they’re beating me!”
Song Xin and the others thought that Bai Changyi would strictly stop their fighting, but they didn’t expect Bai Changyi to just smile and say, “Then you fight back. If you lose, then you’ll have to come in and cook.”
And thus the childish boys started beating each other up again.
After fighting for a long time, they got tired and decided to go into the house to watch a movie.
Ting Shuang collected the empty iced tea cups on the table and was going into the kitchen to cook with Bai Changyi, but after helping Song Xin and the others prepare the appliances for the movie, he remembered something and instructed the rest, “By the way, you guys look out for a bit, if someone knocks on the front door later, just help to open it. The kitchen door is closed, and it’s so loud in the living room that I’m afraid I won’t hear the doorbell when the time comes.”
“Okay.” Song Xin and the others responded casually. No one took Ting Shuang’s instructions seriously at all. Wasn’t it just opening the door for someone? What could be so difficult?
So when the doorbell rang, Song Xin, who had watched half the movie, thought nothing of it and went to open the door.
After walking to the front door and opening it, Song Xin asked habitually, “May I ask—”
His voice cut off abruptly.
He froze.
He was so thoroughly frozen, that he’d never been more still in his life(1).
“May I ask… Are all professors in the department meeting here today?”
If not, why would a member of the oral defence committee be standing at the door right now?