Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Although Shu Wan could not understand, she had a great attitude and listened very seriously.

The professor, gratified by her eagerness to learn, called on her to answer a question, "Come, this student, tell us, what should we choose for this problem?"

Shu Wan stared at the formula composed of a bunch of letters on the blackboard for a while, then honestly replied, "I don't know."

The professor was taken aback, "I just went over it in the last class, but never mind, sit down, I'll explain it again. Everyone, listen carefully."

The professor didn't make a big deal out of it, gestured for Shu Wan to sit down with a wave of his hand, and went over the problem again for everyone.

Unfortunately, Shu Wan still didn't understand.

After all, she was a person who had grown up educated during the feudal era, and in her knowledge system, just accepting that the Earth is round was already a significant challenge to her understanding.

Not to mention the physics that she had never even heard of.

After class, when everyone else had already left, Shu Wan approached the professor to ask how to catch up with the lessons she had missed.

"Start with the textbook, buy some materials, and work on them at home. You can come to me with anything you don't understand."

"Okay, thanks a lot." Shu Wan gave the professor a slight smile.

Having become a full professor at a prestigious university, he had seen all sorts of situations, but he was still momentarily stunned by Shu Wan's smile.

His shock had nothing to do with desire; it was because Shu Wan's clear eyes made her seem full of wisdom and bright as snow, and it was hard to believe that she couldn't even answer the simple question asked earlier.

Regardless, it's human nature to give more favorable treatment to someone with high attractiveness.

Since Shu Wan really didn't understand the lesson, the professor gave her his contact information and told her to look him up whenever she had questions.

Talking with the professor had taken some time, and by the time Shu Wan left the classroom, lunchtime had already passed.

The housekeeper called Shu Wan to ask if she would return to the Estate for lunch.

Shu Wan thought for a moment, "I'll eat outside, no need to wait for me."

"Alright."

"Is Fu Yang coming back for lunch?"

"He is not." The housekeeper replied respectfully, "Young Master said the food at home is too bland, and he doesn't want to eat it, so he's not coming back."

"Okay, I understand." As expected, "Is there a place to eat near the university I'm attending?"

Shu Wan wasn't very familiar with the area yet, so she asked the housekeeper for some guidance.

"There's a famous food street right next to Young Master's school, next to the university. I'll send you the location in a bit, you might want to check it out."

"Sure."

Fu Yang's middle school was affiliated with the university Shu Wan attended, separated from the university section by just one road. The food street the housekeeper mentioned was very close to Shu Wan as well.

Following the map navigation she had recently learned, she found the location of the food street.

Much like the markets of her previous life, it was crowded with people, store after store lined up, engulfed in the smell of food at mealtime, and the air was filled with a mix of different aromas.

What was different from her previous life was the sheer variety of modern food, with virtually no duplicative shops along the long food street.

Shu Wan decided to start with the first shop and try a different one each day until she had tasted everything on the street.

To her left was a rice bowl shop.

Shu Wan had never heard of it, let alone tried it; she decided that this was her stop for today's lunch.

Shu Wan turned around and headed inside, just as she entered the front door, her eyes caught on a striking silver-haired head.

Not far away, Fu Yang was seated with his back to the entrance, chatting with his classmates.

As soon as Shu Wan walked through the door, she drew the attention of nearly everyone in the restaurant, Fu Yang's classmates included.

"Wow, she's so beautiful," everyone gaped at Shu Wan, simultaneously exclaiming in admiration.

"Lin Yang, look quick, there's a super gorgeous girl over there."

While everyone else turned their heads to look at Shu Wan, only Fu Yang did not; his classmates couldn't resist urging him to join them.

But Fu Yang was in no mood for that. His gaze swept past the covered rice dishes in front of his classmates, his eyes twinkling slightly, "What beauty haven't I seen? Besides, with this face of mine here, do I need to go looking at other beauties?"

His classmates were left speechless by Fu Yang's words. If it had been anyone else, they would have certainly thought he was boasting.

But facing Fu Yang's extremely refined features, everybody had to admit that he had the grounds for his confidence.

"That's true, all the girls in school are lining up to chase you; you hardly need to look at anyone else." A classmate expressed his envy, then scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth, "The food at this place is getting tastier and tastier—the stir-fried pork today is really something."

"Really, this place makes the best spicy dishes," another classmate agreed, stirring the shredded pork with green chili peppers in his bowl.

The mix of red and green chili peppers, combined with the slightly charred and aromatic pork slices, was a blend that could ignite anyone's appetite.

Fu Yang's gaze lingered on his classmate's bowl for a moment, then he turned his head away slightly, his jaw clenching a bit.

"Lin Yang, why did you come with us here today?"

Even though Fu Yang had never revealed his family background, from his daily life, everyone knew that Fu Yang's family must be wealthy.

Fu Yang rarely joined them for meals outside.

Today, no one knew from which direction the sun rose, as Fu Yang had actually followed them here.

But what was strange was that Fu Yang hadn't ordered anything and was just sitting by and watching.

"Just bored," Fu Yang said lazily, leaning on the table, his fingers unconsciously tapping, "What's that you're eating? It doesn't look good."

"It's delicious! Super delicious!" The classmate said quickly, anxious to convince Fu Yang. He even mixed the meat and rice together in his bowl, which, soaked with the spiciness of the chili and the flavor of the meat, made the rice look even more tantalizing, "Why don't you order one and try it?"

"Yeah, try it, and you'll know. Otherwise, I'll treat you."

Fu Yang's eyes flickered and he nodded, but his expression seemed rather reluctant, "Well—"

"Alright, alright, I know." Before he could even finish a word, his classmate cut him off, "You're usually strict with your diet, that's how your skin is so good. This kind of small shop food, you definitely won't be interested."

"Well no joking, that backpack Brother Yang gave me last time was a limited edition. What kind of person is Brother Yang? He definitely wouldn't eat this kind of street stall food."

Fu Yang had to choke back what he hadn't finished saying.

He looked at the classmate in front of him with a sulky face, regretting in his heart; if he had known earlier, he wouldn't have given him the backpack—it was a total waste.

While the classmates chatted, they finished a bowl of rice. However, teenage boys, being in their growth years, had huge appetites.

Not feeling full yet, he asked the owner for another portion of stir-fried chicken in a hot pot, "Boss, make it extra numbing and spicy! Add more potatoes."

Not long after, a fresh stir-fried chicken in a hot pot was served.

The fragrance of the stir-fried chicken, with its crispy exterior and soft inside potatoes, was simply irresistible.

Fu Yang's Adam's apple shifted unconsciously, and as his classmate was about to reach for his chopsticks, Fu Yang could no longer resist, "Looking at how you're eating, is it really that delicious? Let me have a taste."

Saying this, Fu Yang reached for the chopsticks.

But just as he picked up a piece of chicken leg meat, someone sat down beside him, followed by a familiar voice, "My table is full; can I sit here?"