Yu Xi felt embarrassed by the current situation.
He didn’t know what problem the professor wanted him to solve, and the book he brought was for psychology. He was completely unprepared.
Seeing that the called-upon student showed no movement, the professor nodded. “Why haven’t you moved yet?”
The other students around turned their heads and, upon seeing Yu Xi, were all startled.
A small commotion arose in the classroom.
“Hey, isn’t that Yu Xi?”
“Yeah, they’re here at our school for live streams today, right?”
“I just checked the hot searches. Didn’t he choose a psychology class? Why is he in our classroom?”
“Did he go to the wrong room? A1 and A2 are easy to mix up. I got it wrong a few times when I first came too.”
Once one person spoke up, more followed in discussion. Even though everyone kept their voices low, the overlapping sounds created an extremely unpleasant noise.
Clearly, the professor didn’t like this kind of disturbance in his class. His expression had already turned displeased. “This classmate, it seems you haven’t prepared for the pre-class problem. If you think self-studying in the library is more efficient, you can go there instead of disrupting my class order here.”
【They’re starting to chase him out already?】
【Putting myself in his shoes, I’m already getting chills. How embarrassing must it be on site? What is Yu Xi going to do?】
【What can he do? Go up and embarrass himself. Didn’t you see the professor is unhappy?】
【Let me explain: Some major classes at B University don’t allow auditing, let alone substitutions. I bet the professor thinks Yu Xi is here to audit or sub.】
【I heard that when the show team discussed class visits with B University, some teachers gladly accepted, but others opposed—like this professor. He’s unhappy because he believes the classroom is for learning, and filming variety shows or live streams disrupts order. Honestly, some teachers do think that way. It’s understandable, and not surprising if they’re angry.】
【Angry is one thing, but going up means embarrassment, not going up also means embarrassment. Isn’t Yu Xi putting himself on the fire?】
【What can he do? He went to the wrong classroom himself.】
On the other side of the screen, Xiao Chen paced back and forth anxiously.
Guan Zifan hadn’t come this time; it was just him with Yu Xi again. Strangely, it was like a curse—every time it was him accompanying, something big or small happened to Yu Xi.
He couldn’t intervene in this situation at all. Anxiously, he called Guan Zifan to report, but Guan Zifan was probably in a meeting; several calls went unanswered. Xiao Chen gave up, put down his phone, and felt extra anxious.
—Yu Xi’s predicament was extremely awkward.
If he went to the podium but couldn’t solve it, it would be a public embarrassment.
If he didn’t go up, the professor would surely get angry, the show staff would have to clean up the mess, and it would hit the hot searches for mass mockery.
If he apologized and said he went to the wrong classroom, some would say he fled in panic—outcome similar to the second assumption. If he didn’t apologize, the haters would go wild: rude, arrogant celebrity, all sorts of labels and blame piled on, to be dragged out forever after.
Going up or not, both were embarrassing.
Apologizing or not, both would be mocked.
No need to agonize—it had already started in the bullet comments.
【Yu Xi won’t just admit he can’t, right? No worries, no worries.】
【Just flee in disgrace. Gets eyeballs and hot searches—nice.】
【Hahaha, I’ve long disliked these entertainment circle people with no culture or education pretending to be academic gods. Is B University’s class something you can just barge into? Get out and embarrass yourself!】
【If you can’t, just say so. It’s just being honest. I couldn’t either if it’s not my major. Just not cocky enough to go to B University and live stream embarrassing myself.】
【Officially sympathizing, officially eating melon.】
【Ready to see the embarrassment!】
Fu Le also saw the situation in Yu Xi’s live stream and found it amusing. He couldn’t help but message his friend.
【Fu Le: Didn’t expect YX to go to the wrong classroom and get called up to answer? Hahaha, heaven is on my side.】
【Friend: Heaven sent a control group. See? Heaven wants you to win back reputation.】
【Fu Le: The stuff you prepared for me is fine, right? I memorized for several nights. Too many technical terms, so hard.】
【Friend: Relax, the control group delivered itself. What could go wrong? Even if you mess up, there’s someone more embarrassing to cover for you.】
【Friend: Go to class now. Waiting for you to shine!】
Fu Le closed the chat, left a mocking bullet comment in Yu Xi’s stream, and looked toward the blackboard at the front, a sneer curling at his lips.
After Fu Le left Yu Xi’s live stream, Yu Xi stood up. “I’ll come right up, Professor.”
Hearing Yu Xi’s voice, the professor on stage relaxed the furrowed brow slightly, as if recognizing something.
“Sorry, classmate, could you let me out?” Yu Xi’s seat was at the very back inside, so the classmate beside him needed to move the stool.
It looked like he was going up to embarrass himself, but that classmate stood anyway, unable to bear it. He quietly pulled a paper full of writing from his textbook and whispered, “This is my solution. Take it up and copy it. Follow my format. My handwriting is messy, so watch the key symbols don’t get wrong.”
“Thanks.” Yu Xi smiled. “But our approaches might differ. I’ll do it myself.”
Yu Xi walked out of his seat and up to the podium.
【Wait, he’s really going up?】
【Shouldn’t he admit the mistake and slip out now?】
【Slipping out would be more embarrassing, right?】
【Can you think of a better solution?】
【No possibility he solves it?】
【If he solves it, I’ll eat my keyboard!】
In this short time, people had already dug into Yu Xi’s education.
In this era where a tiny sparkle could gain fans, and filming a few videos or copying notes could sell an academic persona, Yu Xi had never proactively mentioned his college entrance exam scores.
Netizens dug for a while and only found, from a performance variety show a few years ago, a blurry resume Yu Xi handed to the director when begging for an audition chance. It listed his major as A Univ. Acting Dept.
Soon, someone pulled up the highest cultural course score for that year’s A Univ. Acting Dept.
【No offense to art students—they work hard, and I don’t look down on acting majors. Talent and effort are both needed. But this cultural score really isn’t high. (I know art students have low cultural scores because of training.) My point is, this score doesn’t seem to allow someone to calmly refuse a top student’s help in a B University class and say our approaches differ.】
【Upstairs armored up 800 layers hahaha.】
【Feels a bit ungrateful. What persona is Fish Fish Teacher trying this episode? Genius academic flash?】
【Weren’t they saying Yu Xi had good high school grades? How good? Is this exam score it? (Not saying acting major scores are low, but this doesn’t match what he said or the dug-up high school scores.)】
【Focus isn’t the score, siblings! Key point: Yu Xi’s name isn’t in that year’s A University Acting Department admission list!】
Someone posted the admission list from that year. A University Acting Department admitted 60 people—no Yu Xi.
【A Univ. Acting Dept. degree also fake?】
【This image has aged watermarks, and someone dug it up?】
【A University Acting Department lists aren’t public. Anyone can fake one—who knows?】
【No one dug this before?】
【Sisters mentioned it before, got attacked. Said it was special admission, not public.】
【Not public means don’t dig?】
【How to dig? If he doesn’t want it out, it won’t be. We hacking school sites?】
【Special admits aren’t public. Yu Xi had some fame; special admission normal.】
【You said special not public, but with so many faking degrees, how guarantee Yu Xi isn’t lying?】
【Plus, if scores really good, why never mention exam results? Even a second-tier school gets hyped as elite; first-tier would be god-level marketing.】
Yu Xi walked to the podium and took off his mask.
It was a large lecture hall, packed with people. Yu Xi had huge traffic; most recognized him. Some had good impressions, like the classmate who just offered help, but others didn’t like him—perhaps part of the mocking bullet army. That was normal.
But upon seeing Yu Xi remove his mask, even the professor on the podium was stunned for a moment.
“Sorry, Professor, classmates. I went to the wrong classroom today.” Yu Xi apologized openly to everyone in the room. “Very sorry to disturb you all.”
【Haha, knew he’d go up to apologize. But a frank apology beats embarrassment and mockery.】
【That professor’s expression doesn’t look good? Keeps pursing lips? Only half face visible, not sure. Watching more.】
【Tch, degree faker—how good can his expression be?】
【He never talks exam scores—maybe dropped out of high school?】
【Dropped out? So what? He’s great at acting. Plenty of fish in entertainment leaking education. Who cares? Handsome, skilled—that’s enough.】
Bullet comments kept arguing nonstop, and low discussions rose below.
On the podium, Yu Xi spoke unhurriedly again. “But since I’m here, it’s fate. Let me solve this problem for everyone.”
“It’s showing off meager skills before experts. I’ll just explain it simply with my own approach. If anything’s wrong, please correct me, everyone—and Professor.”
Yu Xi faced the blackboard. The mini-camera clipped to his collar naturally captured the problem on the PPT.
【Given two sorted arrays N1 and N2 of sizes A and B respectively (sorted in ascending order), find and return the median of the two sorted arrays. The algorithm’s time complexity should be…】
Yu Xi: “We can partition A at any position into two parts…”
As he spoke, he wrote the algorithm steps on the blackboard.
“When A and B are even…”
“When they are odd…”
“Now, to satisfy the above conditions, the following prerequisites are needed.”
“As for this problem’s time complexity, let me explain further…”
Yu Xi’s board writing was beautiful. “I’ll use Python3 for this—simpler. Other approaches same. Oh, some prefixes abbreviated; we’ll run it on the computer later to check.”
Everyone: “???”
Bullet comments: 【???】
【Wait, he actually knows it?】
【Don’t understand but deeply shocked.】
【I get it—he seems correct.】
【Do acting majors learn algorithms now?】
【Alas, uncultured me: one ‘holy shit’ conquers all.】
The top students below were also dumbfounded.
The problem wasn’t super hard but not easy— the thinking was tricky. Many could solve it, but their code wasn’t pretty. The professor required handwritten code for pre-class exercises.
Code in an IDE just needs to run; messiness fine. But on paper, clarity and logic shone. Big companies loved handwritten code in interviews.
Clearly, what Yu Xi wrote on the blackboard was logically clear and beautifully coded.
Hadn’t he just seen the problem? Figured it out that fast?
This level… from A University Acting Department??
Acting so competitive now?
Study acting by day, code by night for gigs?
Applause rang out. The professor was very satisfied. “Not bad. Didn’t disgrace your teacher. Still got the professional knowledge in your head.”
Yu Xi looked at the professor, dropped the pretense, and said respectfully, “Hello, Teacher’s Wife.”
Bullet comments: 【??】
Everyone: “??”
Teacher’s what??
Huh???
“Let me introduce him to everyone.” The professor, whose expression had been quite peculiar earlier, now amiably draped an arm around Yu Xi’s shoulder and turned him to face the crowd. “My spouse’s student, Yu Xi.”
The live stream hadn’t captured the professor’s full face yet, so the barrage comments probably hadn’t guessed who the professor’s husband was. But the students in the classroom knew all too well—the professor’s entire family were teachers. She taught at B University, while her spouse was a professor in A Univ. Computer Science Dept.
A University’s computer science program ranked first nationwide. Graduates turned left out of campus and straight into big tech firms, with annual salaries in the tens or even hundreds of thousands being par for the course. These past few years, the major had been scorching hot, and just how tough it was to get into was something all the academic elites in the room knew well. Anyone who made it in deserved a resounding “impressive.” No one had expected one to just show up right in front of them like this.
The professor patted Yu Xi’s shoulder.
Yu Xi had visited their home a few times before, and she had a deep impression of this handsome, academically excellent young man. She’d only heard later that he had completed his credits ahead of schedule and focused entirely on acting classes, rising to fame with standout roles. He hadn’t returned to research in his original major.
Her spouse had been quite regretful at first—such a promising talent had slipped away. But everyone had their own path; shining in any field was fulfilling one’s life value, wasn’t it?
However, the classroom wasn’t the place for catching up. After a brief introduction, Yu Xi sincerely apologized to the professor again. “Sorry about this, Professor. I’m here for the variety show today. I was supposed to pick the psychology class, but I’m not familiar with the teaching buildings and walked into the wrong room.”
Yu Xi continued, “If the teacher doesn’t mind, I’ll just sit in the back and keep listening. I brought live-streaming gear, though, so I’m a bit worried it might disturb the class.”
“No disturbance at all. You’re already here.” University classes didn’t have rigid formats, so the professor waved grandly with a big hand. “For this lesson, why don’t you interact with your junior classmates? It’ll be a good refresher on the subject knowledge. Plus, it’ll let the netizens see the caliber of A Univ. Computer Science Dept. Isn’t that what you said? You’re here, it’s all fate.”
Everyone: “?”
Barrage: 【!】
The barrage exploded. Netizens gradually pieced together who the professor’s spouse was.
Yu Xi?
A University?
The main campus? Not the art academy?
Computer science?
【Wait, A University? The notoriously hardest one, computer science?】
【It’s still super tough now!!】
【Wasn’t he in acting? How’s computer science involved?】
【Yeah, back when he blew up, wasn’t he taking acting classes?】
【You can double-major. Once you finish the credits, you skip classes and just take finals.】
【So, you’re saying Yu Xi majored in A University computer science and added acting as a second major?】
Some netizens frantically dug up A University’s admissions list from back then.
The public list wasn’t detailed—just scores in one column and surnames with names obscured by numbers in the other. Some volunteer-filling sites matched those scores to provincial rankings.
The netizens scrolled through the table and indeed found a 【Yu】 with scores and rankings that were terrifyingly high.
【Top scorer? Is this a provincial top score?】
【I’m seeing stars.】
【This ranking? They must’ve censored it when checking scores??】
【And the high school matches too! It really is Yu Xi!】
【With scores like that, why didn’t you say anything? You hid it so well!】
【Do you know how hard A University computer science is to get into?】
【Those saying Yu Xi faked his education, come out!! Is this fake?! He just didn’t wanna talk about it!】
【These scores, this rank—why fake anything?】
【Damn, Yu Xi’s got some serious composure. If I had this, my whole village and neighborhood would know! He kept it under wraps for years?】
【Did he want to hide it? Wasn’t it you guys who thought his education couldn’t be that good?】
【The one eating their keyboard earlier—still there? Still there?】
【Here here here, currently scraping it off.】
The live stream barrage scrolled endlessly, one wave after another, and several hot searches climbed the charts.
Xiao Chen watched, utterly dumbfounded.
Huh?
His bro Yu Xi was this badass?
Guan Zifan, whose calls hadn’t connected all morning, finally called back.
Guan Zifan: “What’re you worried about? He’s an A University grad—if he couldn’t handle a class problem, all those years of study were wasted.”
Xiao Chen: “???”
Wait, big bro, you knew???
“You should be the one worrying,” Guan Zifan said, rubbing his brow. “Just finished a meeting. Thought I could rest, but now I’ve gotta monitor public opinion again to stop any troublemakers from stirring the pot. Sigh, I’m on it. You keep an eye on Yu Xi.”
Xiao Chen: “…”
The lively morning flew by. This episode of Where to Go This Weekend at B University naturally drew tons of attention, hopping from one hot search to the next. Even at lunchtime, #Yu Xi A University# and #Yu Xi Education# still topped the lists.
Lunch was at B Univ. Cafeteria. They didn’t live-stream during the meal, and the guests timed it for when it was less crowded, huddling in the farthest corner to avoid too much notice.
The production team had negotiated a small private room, but the guests unanimously insisted that only eating in the public Dining Hall captured true college life.
“I figured your A Univ. Computer Science Dept. reveal yesterday would blow up the hot searches,” Wu Zhiqi said.
“To be honest, I’m not always keen on bringing up those old scores,” Yu Xi admitted frankly. “There’s nothing worth bragging about. I didn’t end up working in computers, and while I’m familiar with the textbooks, when it comes to actual coding, I might not beat out experienced pros.”
“You’re too modest,” Fang Peng laughed. “The college entrance exam is the biggest hurdle everyone faces. A great score like that is brag-worthy for life. But you never marketed it—that surprises me.”
Fu Le didn’t join the group chat.
He frantically scoured hot search lists across platforms.
He was looking for his name.
He’d prepared meticulously—memorized scripts, perfected his look, picked angles, even rehearsed tones for the classroom bit for days. He should have made a hot search.
But no, nothing, zilch!
Everywhere was Yu Xi, nowhere was his name!
He only spotted scattered mentions of himself under a few topics.
【Obviously memorized. Who from a good family throws around terms like that in answers? Pure show-off.】
【Think of it like: those posers mixing random English into Chinese; clients who drop fancy-sounding but useless jargon that tanks communication; or dumb bosses spouting econ terms to sell you pie-in-the-sky BS. Pick your poison.】
【No clue what Fu Le’s showing off about. Feels so forced, pure acting. Won’t enter the live stream again, TD.】
【Compared to Yu Xi, you’re trash. Why’d I even like you before?】
The table buzzed with cheer. Yu Xi and Yi Chen bickered over who’d eaten one chicken wing too many, the others laughing as they mediated. Wen Yimeng, though aloof, joined in proactively, solemnly splitting the last chicken wing into two equal halves.
Everyone except Fu Le.
He drowned in hot search lists devoid of his name, seething with resentment.
