Chapter 32: Pink Balloon
The chaotic, utterly disorderly The Angel’s Love came to an end with an O. Henry-style finale in which the angel saved the second male lead. Under Liang Yi’en’s direction, the angel carried him and, with his wings closed around them, slowly shuffled from the front of the stage to backstage, squeezing into the dressing room.
Amid the chaos, Zhu Zhixi and Fu Rangyi hurried backstage and followed the feathers on the floor to find the dressing room. But when the door opened, only Liang Yi’en was left inside, staring wide-eyed at the two of them.
“No, where’s that angel?” Zhu Zhixi hurriedly asked.
Liang Yi’en gave a wry smile and stretched out his hand, opening his palm. Lying in his palm was a little hamster—white, very tiny, very chubby, and sleeping soundly.
Seeing this little thing, Zhu Zhixi understood completely. Whether it had been the little fire-hydrant kid earlier or the great angel, they were both Little Yu.
The director’s voice came from backstage, loudly calling Liang Yi’en’s name. Just from her tone, one could tell how excited she was.
“It’s over. They’re definitely coming to drag me out for the curtain call.” Liang Yi’en stuffed the little hamster into his pocket and picked up his coat. “Let’s find somewhere we can talk first.”
So, at Fu Rangyi’s suggestion, they went to S University’s anime club creative cafe.
Only after sitting down did Zhu Zhixi understand why.
Inside, from the waiters to the customers, everyone was wearing cosplay outfits of all kinds. There were all sorts of bizarre costumes. Even if Little Yu transformed into an angel again, it would not be that strange. At most, someone would ask, “Teacher, can I take a photo with you?”
Zhu Zhixi briefly explained the countdown. This was also the first time so far that, after he said it out loud, no one treated him like a lunatic. It felt inexplicably refreshing.
After Liang Yi’en heard it, he only said, “So this is why you married Professor Fu. I knew it.”
Zhu Zhixi blinked, and for some reason, suddenly felt a little guilty. He subconsciously looked at Fu Rangyi, but although Fu Rangyi was sitting here, his soul seemed to still be on the road.
Thank goodness.
He looked across the table again. Little Yu, who had turned into a little hamster, climbed up to Liang Yi’en’s neck, narrowed his eyes and sniffed around, then finally climbed into the hollow of his collarbone. After circling a few times, he lay there like a hamster pancake and fell asleep.
“So the ‘big trouble’ you mentioned was this…” Zhu Zhixi let out a long breath. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t keep an eye on him. If I’d known, I would’ve taken him away before the third act began. Mainly, I really didn’t expect this kid to pull a golden cicada shedding its shell, and he could even turn that huge…”
He had thought, at most, he could turn into small animals. How much trouble could a small animal cause?
Liang Yi’en visibly lost half his soul. His eyes were lifeless, and he supported his temple with one hand, shaking his head. “It wouldn’t have worked. I didn’t think it through properly either. I also didn’t expect him to become that huge… And if he really wants to run, no one can stop him.”
“You two were able to keep an eye on him at first probably because he thought you were fun and wanted to stay beside you to talk. Even if you took him away, he’d have a way to slip off.”
After Liang Yi’en said this, he sighed. “It’s not his first time doing something like this either.”
“Not his first time? Transforming, or causing trouble?”
“Both, I guess.” Liang Yi’en recalled with a despairing expression. “A few days ago, I was walking a few dogs from the shelter, and an old man stopped me, insisting my dogs bit people and saying he was going to call someone to take them all away.”
The moment Zhu Zhixi heard this, he immediately got angry. “On what grounds?!”
The little hamster also suddenly woke up, squeaking as he spun around on Liang Yi’en’s collarbone.
Zhu Zhixi already had trauma from all this and immediately asked, “He’s not going to suddenly transform, is he?”
“No. He doesn’t have the strength.” Liang Yi’en continued, “It’s normal to run into this kind of thing when going out, so I forgot about it when I got back. Who knew that in the middle of the night, he actually opened the gate of the courtyard and led every dog in the place, big and small, out with him. They surrounded that old man’s building downstairs. He didn’t even leave out that abandoned little Yorkshire terrier.”
Zhu Zhixi actually imagined the scene in his mind, especially that palm-sized little Yorkie. It was simply too mighty.
He could not hold back and laughed. “Wow. So he led troops out for military drills.”
“And you’re laughing…” Liang Yi’en helplessly raised his head, only to see Fu Rangyi, sitting beside Zhu Zhixi, silently adding sugar cubes to his coffee. One cube, two cubes, three cubes…
“Professor Fu, Professor Fu?” He reached out and waved his hand in front of Fu Rangyi’s eyes. “Can you still drink it with that much sugar?”
Only then did Zhu Zhixi turn his head and discover that the coffee in Fu Rangyi’s cup was about to overflow. He hurriedly took away the little tongs in his hand and held his hand.
Forget angels. At the beginning, Fu Rangyi had firmly believed that the countdown did not exist and that Zhu Zhixi was lying. The current situation was indeed too much of a shock to his worldview.
“It’s fine. Little Professor Fu is currently rebuilding his worldview.” As Zhu Zhixi spoke, he pressed Fu Rangyi’s temples twice and muttered softly, “Formatting…”
The little hamster also stopped being angry and returned to the hollow of Liang Yi’en’s collarbone to sleep.
Zhu Zhixi tried to sort out his thoughts. “So the Samoyed you picked up at first was Little Yu?”
Liang Yi’en nodded. “Mm. At the time, he had a feather stuck on his head, so I gave him that name. Thinking about it now, it was probably his own feather.”
“He can turn into all kinds of small animals, and he can also turn into a child… Is there any pattern to it?” Zhu Zhixi thought for a moment, then asked again, “Actually, today’s angel form is his true form, right?”
Liang Yi’en shook his head with a worried expression. “I don’t know. This was also my first time seeing his adult form. When I picked him up, he was a Samoyed. I gave him a bath. It was very strange. Every time I locked him up, when I woke up the next day, he was always in my arms. Later, one day when I woke up, he had turned into a child. At first, he was a little baby. Later, he grew bigger and could speak…”
“This is truly a raising-route story.” As Zhu Zhixi listened, his eyes widened more and more.
This was much more troublesome than his countdown.
“Later, I discovered that as long as there’s physical contact, he seems to accumulate some energy. He can maintain human form for a while and even recover some memories.”
Why does this method sound a little familiar…
Zhu Zhixi hugged Fu Rangyi’s arm and shook it. “We’re the same! As long as there’s physical contact, the countdown can pause, or even reverse.”
Fu Rangyi seemed to briefly reconnect to the network and came back to himself, glancing at the arm Zhu Zhixi was tightly hugging.
Liang Yi’en raised his eyes again and said to Fu Rangyi, “So Professor Fu and I are both healers.”
Fu Rangyi tilted his head slightly. “What is a healer?”
Liang Yi’en: “…That isn’t important, Professor Fu.”
“I told you I wasn’t lying.” Zhu Zhixi bumped Fu Rangyi lightly. “There really are things this bizarre. Not a single person believed me. God, I feel like the breath I’ve been holding in my chest for so, so long has finally been let out. This feels amazing.”
As he spoke, he complained sweetly to Liang Yi’en, “You should’ve told me earlier! You kept hiding it before, and I thought he was a spirit.”
Liang Yi’en gave a bitter smile. “At first, I also thought he was a spirit. I even thought I had lost my mind. Then one night, he talked in his sleep and said something about angels, but I still didn’t believe it. How could there really be something like angels in this world?”
“True. If it were me, I wouldn’t dare believe it either. Usually, that’s something from Western religious mythology, right? The flying immortals here don’t need wings.”
At this moment, Professor Fu, who had been intermittently offline, suddenly spoke. “Actually, there might be…”
“Huh?” Zhu Zhixi looked at him.
Fu Rangyi took out his phone, searched for a while, and showed them several photos. “These are Jin dynasty sculptures unearthed at the Taizicheng site. They’re called jivajiva, also known as kalavinka, or ‘beautiful-sound birds.’ They were ridge beasts placed on rooftops. Many Song dynasty buildings had them too.”
When Zhu Zhixi looked, it really was true. The sculpture in the photo was a little figure dressed in traditional ancient clothing, but behind it grew a pair of wings that looked very much like something only Western angels would have.
“Could they have existed before…” Zhu Zhixi’s imagination ran wild. “Maybe they usually can’t meet mortals. Little Yu is an accident.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his left palm and shook it. “Just like this countdown on my hand. No one else has it, only I do. Something definitely went wrong somewhere.”
Glancing at his empty palm, Fu Rangyi’s thoughts suddenly jumped back to when they had been watching the play.
“No wonder, when you held my hand, the little fire hydrant asked if I didn’t find it noisy.”
“Who’s noisy?” Zhu Zhixi frowned. “He even thinks I’m noisy?”
Fu Rangyi focused and recalled. “He said, tick-tock, tick-tock… It must be the sound of the countdown.”
Zhu Zhixi suddenly realized. “No wonder he wouldn’t hold my left hand and switched to my right. Little Yu can hear the sound of the countdown! Xiao’En, when did you pick him up?”
Liang Yi’en thought back. “When… I only remember that it rained heavily that day, and there was thunder all night. I checked all the doors and windows of the shelter. In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a puppy’s voice. When I opened the door, I saw him.”
As he spoke, he suddenly said, “It was the day you returned to the country.”
Everything connected.
Zhu Zhixi’s scalp tingled. “Although the dog looked different, he can transform. Maybe with me, he was originally a little white dog, and then after I fainted, he ran away and was picked up by you.”
At this point, the little white ball woke up too. He stood on Liang Yi’en’s shoulder and washed his face for a while, then climbed all the way down along his arm and landed on the table.
Fu Rangyi sorted out the logic and said in a low voice, “Whether or not it was the same little dog, at least one thing can be confirmed now. Your countdown must be related to the little fire hydrant. If he really is an angel, once he recovers his memories and abilities, maybe he can remove this countdown.”
“As expected of my husband. You thought of the same thing I did.” Zhu Zhixi grabbed Liang Yi’en’s hand. “Xiao’En, I’m leaving my life in your hands.”
Fu Rangyi had originally been somewhat happy because of the first sentence, but when he saw Zhu Zhixi’s hand, he became a little displeased again.
The little white mouse also climbed onto their hands and squeaked for a while, as if even trying to open his mouth. But Fu Rangyi noticed first and picked him up in one motion.
Looking at this fat, round little thing, Fu Rangyi still found it unbelievable. This was the little fire-hydrant kid from earlier? The fellow who had suddenly spread huge wings onstage and protected Liang Yi’en?
Could he really solve the countdown?
If time went back to last night, the Fu Rangyi who stayed up late would never have imagined that his first date in life would be this chaotic. They had done everything except any of the things he had planned. No strolling around. No eating together. No stamp collecting.
Damn it.
Of course Liang Yi’en wanted to help. He looked at the little white ball in Fu Rangyi’s hand and sighed. “There should be something like an energy pool inside Little Yu’s body. The more energy he accumulates, the bigger the form he can transform into. Now that he’s become a hamster, the energy he had saved up before was probably reset to zero because he used the large form this time.”
“Then you two should make more contact!” Zhu Zhixi said.
Fu Rangyi released the little mouse, who was struggling nonstop, and spoke lightly. “Put him in your mouth. The contact area would be larger.”
Zhu Zhixi let go of Liang Yi’en’s hand and gave Fu Rangyi a thumbs-up. “Good idea.”
The little hamster climbed onto Zhu Zhixi’s unlocked phone.
“You two husbands should try being human.” Liang Yi’en leaned back against the sofa in pain and tiredly closed his eyes. Soon after, his phone vibrated again. He picked it up, took a look, and could no longer sit still.
“Oh no. The director said our awful play went viral. The forum is full of people trying to dig up who that final angel was…” Liang Yi’en grabbed his bag and clothes. “No, no, I have to run. What if they really come catch me later?”
He skillfully laid his palm flat on the table, waited for the little hamster to climb on, then put him into his chest pocket.
“Senior, Professor Fu, I’m leaving first.”
“Good luck! Accumulate more energy for our Little Yu!”
Watching Liang Yi’en leave, Zhu Zhixi turned back and discovered that Fu Rangyi was desperately squeezing the hand sanitizer on the table.
“What are you doing?” Zhu Zhixi thought for a moment. “Ah, is it because you grabbed the little mouse just now? It’s fine. He isn’t a real mouse. He looks very clean.”
That was not exactly it.
Fu Rangyi silently washed his hands.
He had only suddenly thought of the fact that what he had been holding the entire time was not a four- or five-year-old little fire hydrant, but an adult over 1.8 meters tall, with a pair of enormous wings, who could princess-carry an Alpha with one arm.
Replacing the image in his mind, Fu Rangyi felt somewhat broken down.
“We should go too.”
The two of them paid the bill and left the anime cafe together.
Zhu Zhixi felt somewhat apologetic, feeling as though he had wasted a great deal of Fu Rangyi’s time, so he asked whether they should go home now.
Fu Rangyi was silent for a moment before finally saying yes.
So the two of them headed toward the parking lot together. Zhu Zhixi took out his phone, unlocked it, and unexpectedly discovered that the screen had stopped on a chat page. Under the chat box was a line of text that had been typed at some unknown point, looking almost like gibberish.
Daddy, angry. Wants, stroll stalls. Stamp.
Huh?
Had Little Yu accidentally touched it?
Zhu Zhixi had originally wanted to close the page, but suddenly reacted.
Daddy meant Fu Rangyi, right?
As they walked, Fu Rangyi realized Zhu Zhixi had not caught up. He stopped and turned back, only to see him standing there holding his phone, completely motionless.
“What’s wrong?”
Zhu Zhixi abruptly raised his head, his eyes lit brightly by the phone screen. He ran over, his face faintly flushed, and said while catching his breath, “I realized that my postcard is gone.”
“Gone?”
“Mm. Maybe because everything was too chaotic today. I don’t know where I dropped it. Such a pity, all those stamps I collected. I was only missing one.”
Fu Rangyi fell silent for another short while. When he spoke again, his voice was even lower than before, and the more he spoke, the quieter he became.
“When I was a student, I heard people say you can still get postcards in the afternoon. And actually, the stalls are livelier in the afternoon…”
“Really?” Zhu Zhixi took his wrist and shook it. “Professor Fu, take me there. If I don’t collect all seven stamps, I won’t be able to sleep tonight. And there are still so many places I haven’t visited. Can I hire you as my guide?”
“You’re not paying me.” Fu Rangyi turned his face away and refused to look at him.
“Aren’t you not short on money?” Zhu Zhixi said with a grin. “I’ll make you coffee when we get back! Then it’s settled.”
And just like that, half pushed and half willing, Fu Rangyi was pulled back to the cultural festival grounds.
Large and small stalls were connected together, colorful and varied in theme, filling the lawn. The entire sports field had transformed into a “temple fair” carnival for the students. Everyone came in groups, chattering noisily as they moved everywhere, eating and drinking at the food stalls, then browsing through the secondhand stalls, gathering in front of the temporary stage to watch street dance performances, then scattering after applause to head toward different, new venues.
This place was like a colorful amusement park. Fu Rangyi had stayed at this school for so many years, but this was the first time he had personally stepped into it. It turned out to be even livelier than he had imagined.
It turned out he did not dislike liveliness.
A lost postcard had allowed the “play plan” he had stayed up late making to be recovered. Fu Rangyi worked hard to immerse himself in it, fulfilling his duty as guide and leading Zhu Zhixi through this paradise that was unbelievably unfamiliar to him. Every time he completed one thing, he checked it off on the plan in his heart.
Zhu Zhixi was visibly satisfied too.
“Fu Rangyi, help me win this ring toss! I want that plushie!”
“This cream puff is so good. Hurry and take a bite.”
“This is the place, right? The fifth stamp spot?”
“You stamp it. Yours comes out prettier.”
In the past, he had believed that all festivals and anniversaries were nothing more than artificial gimmicks created by humans for consumption. In truth, every day was dull and ordinary. There was no day worth celebrating specially, and no carnival that would truly bring real happiness.
Looking at Zhu Zhixi’s lively smile and his sparkling eyes, Fu Rangyi suddenly sensed happiness, even an emotion beyond happiness. That feeling continuously expanded and floated upward, so hot it almost burned his heart, making him feel somewhat uneasy.
As if a pink balloon had appeared above his head, being blown bigger and bigger, so large it blotted out the sky and covered everything.
Standing in the queue in front of the final commemorative stamp stall, Fu Rangyi quietly looked at Zhu Zhixi’s face. He was as excited as a little bird.
“Hello, I’m here to stamp this!”
“Sure.” The Omega girl at the stall handed the item to him and smiled. “Congratulations on finding the final stamp point. When the seven stamps are put together, they form our S University mascot. It can bless you so that your wishes come true.”
“Thank you!”
Just as Zhu Zhixi was about to stamp it, he suddenly remembered something and pulled Fu Rangyi’s hand over. “The guide and I will stamp the last one together.”
Their palms overlapped, pressing down on the stamp together.
“Done.” Zhu Zhixi picked up the postcard, carefully examined it, then said softly, “It’s over.”
The huge red sunset fell onto the lawn. The warm, fuzzy twilight pierced through the gaps between each tent, lighting this place until it seemed like another heaven.
“Let’s go.”
They left the enormous market full of ribbons, lights, candy, and laughter. The instant they stepped out, everything became unbelievably quiet. It was as if a colorful bubble had burst. That was all.
The two walked side by side along an almost empty tree-lined path. The sunset drained away faster than sand in an hourglass, and the sky quickly darkened.
But Zhu Zhixi’s face was still full of radiance. What had happened today must have given him tremendous motivation, even allowing him to escape the terrifying shadow of death. That was why he seemed so unusually happy.
For one instant, Fu Rangyi actually hated the smile on his face at this moment.
Did people always think of loss when they were happiest?
With a bang, the huge pink balloon exploded.
Those emotions that had burned to boiling suddenly collapsed too, sliding downward, lower and lower. He stared at Zhu Zhixi’s hand as it swayed lightly while he walked. A thought suddenly emerged, occupying his overly joyful brain.
If there were no countdown, you would not be together.
So once it disappears, this relationship will end too.
The countdown.
From not believing it at first, to gradually wavering, to trying to search for it and rationalize it… now, Fu Rangyi completely believed it. He also knew that this fantastical opportunity would definitely be dissolved.
Wasn’t that a good thing?
Zhu Zhixi finally finished admiring the postcard in his hand and walked with him to a bench by the roadside, sitting down.
“Thank you for keeping me company today,” he said to Fu Rangyi.
Fu Rangyi stood quietly for a moment, then sat down beside him too, though he kept some distance.
Because just now, he had suddenly wanted to mark him. Very much.
“No need to thank me,” Fu Rangyi said softly. “I was only fulfilling my duty as host.”
Zhu Zhixi looked at him and seemed to notice something. He moved closer, then spoke again in that energetic, vibrant tone.
“I’ve always thought I’m especially lucky. Today, I feel that even more.” He opened his left hand. “You don’t know this, but when I first discovered this countdown, I thought I had been chosen by heaven, like a superhero. Later, when I found out it was a death countdown and there was nothing I could do, I hid in my room under the blanket. I wanted to cry but couldn’t. My whole mind was blank.”
Fu Rangyi listened quietly. Before his eyes, the image of Zhu Zhixi drunk appeared, and he thought of his tears.
He turned his face to the side, silently looking at Zhu Zhixi’s face, staring at his long, curled eyelashes and the tiny fuzz illuminated by the streetlight.
Those dark thoughts were quickly pressed down. Fu Rangyi came back to his senses and mocked his own lack of morality.
He lowered his head, quietly took a deep breath, took out his phone, opened the notes app, and saw the line Little Rabbit Rearing Manual.
“Later, I accepted the existence of the countdown. Then I met you and discovered that this dead end actually had a solution, even though it really is bizarre.” He laughed, his teeth clean and white. “At first, I thought being able to extend it by one day at a time was good enough. Just muddling along like that wouldn’t be bad either. I didn’t expect there to be another turn of events now. Thinking about it this way, no one is luckier than me.”
That was true.
A false alarm was indeed very lucky. Fu Rangyi’s emotions sank and rose, and in the end, suddenly cleared.
If he had to choose, he hoped the countdown could disappear. He hoped Zhu Zhixi would not have to live in fear, that he could be like before, running all over the world and shouting at the camera, “Mom, look!”—living vividly and freely.
He lowered his head and renamed that note again.
Little Rabbit Rearing Manual became Little Rabbit Fostering Manual.
Then, after 5. Take Zhu Zhixi around the cultural festival, he added a new line.
- Find a way to help Zhu Zhixi eliminate the countdown.
He locked the screen and put the phone back into his pocket. Fu Rangyi continued to look at Zhu Zhixi, silently gazing at him the way he had before. He did not know what his eyes looked like at this very moment. If there had been a mirror in front of him, he might have been startled by himself.
But there was no mirror. Just like during his susceptible period, when he had no way to stop himself, not even awareness of it, and could only let his pheromones leak and flow, wrapping around Zhu Zhixi’s entire body.
It was all unstoppable.
But the moment Zhu Zhixi turned his head, he saw it. He had originally still been chattering on, “And today you even came with me to visit so many stalls. I really…”
He suddenly fell silent.
The pale white streetlight covered them like gauze, illuminating Fu Rangyi’s brows and eyes as he gazed at him. For the first time, Zhu Zhixi saw this kind of look on Fu Rangyi’s face. It could not help but give him a sweet illusion, making him lose focus.
Until something spun through the deep-blue sky, then finally fell lightly and silently, like feathers on a stage.
It was snow.
It landed on Fu Rangyi’s eyelashes.
Zhu Zhixi’s fingers moved. He wanted to brush it away. Yet in the next second, as though possessed, he leaned over instead, and his cool, soft lips touched Fu Rangyi’s cheek.
It was only one second before his stolen soul returned. He was so flustered that he could barely breathe, completely unsure what he was doing. His mind was in chaos, and in his hand he clutched only one clumsy but endlessly effective excuse.
“The countdown suddenly… sped up.” He emphasized with very little confidence, “Really fast.”
Author’s Note:
Mini-Theater: Tall Forum Thread
[Holy crap, I actually ran into that archaeology department Professor Fu at the entrance of the drama club’s little theater! He’s really handsome in person. Too bad he wasn’t in his susceptible period and wasn’t wearing a bite guard.]
[He was alone? Going to watch a drama club play? Everyone knows S University’s drama club is basically a grassroots troupe now…]
[Probably not alone. Professor Fu taught us today. He came out around the same time as us, and there was a handsome guy waiting downstairs for him!]
[Ah, that handsome guy in blue-purple clothes? I saw him too. His beauty was on par with Professor Fu’s. He was actually waiting for Professor Fu?]
[Yes. I personally saw Professor Fu walk toward him and tug at his headphones to talk to him.]
[Aaaah, I saw it too! He even jumped into Professor Fu’s arms all at once. So cute.]
[Shared image.]
[Whoa! They look so good together.]
[Why does it look like he was lifted down like someone pulling up a radish, hahaha.]
[Could this be Professor Fu’s spouse? Oh my god, so pretty. Though not quite the gentle, quiet Omega I imagined.]
[Definitely. He was wearing a ring too, also ruby!]
[A match made in heaven.]
[Ah, he’s a Beta. He bought a skateboard from me this morning. Super, super cute, and his personality was so nice.]
[I used to envy Professor Fu’s partner. Now I’m starting to envy Professor Fu.]
[They did go watch the play together. Someone in the back two rows got a picture of the backs of their heads.]
[Such a well-matched pair of backs of heads.]
[I saw them too! I was helping my friend sell cotton candy and saw Professor Fu and his wife. When I saw Professor Fu, I thought I’d seen a ghost. Why would he appear at the market? Turns out he was accompanying his wife.]
[Actually, the handsome guy in purple had already gotten stamps during the day. Why did he go again later? He specifically dragged Professor Fu along, right?]
[My friend was there too. She said the little handsome guy was startled by the confetti cannon, and Professor Fu half-held him in his arms. So sweet.]
[Professor Fu was really staring at his wife the whole time. That gaze was something else, as if his wife would fly away if he looked away for even one second.]
[How would he fly? Like the angel from the drama club play? P.S. The angel was so handsome. Have you guys found out who he is yet?]
[Help, how did this get mixed into the other thread? That drama thread made me laugh until I puked. Thinking that Professor Fu and his wife were also there makes it even funnier.]
[Holy crap, holy crap, a sister caught Professor Fu and his wife kissing. Though it’s super, super blurry. It was originally a selfie, and the two of them accidentally entered the frame. This should be a kiss, right? At least a cheek kiss?]
[What cheek kiss? That’s definitely a mouth kiss!]
[Definitely a French kiss. It just wasn’t captured properly.]
[Don’t care. First, wishing them 99.]
[99. Professor has such a beautiful wife, he’ll definitely be willing to save us during finals, right?]
[Can Professor show us his wife more in the future?]
[Save the students, show the wife…]
