Chen Lao Fu Zi is renowned at Pingda for his rigidity. Throughout his life, he has devoted himself to studying classical literature, and in the process, has unintentionally become a learned but somewhat pedantic scholar. If this were in ancient times, he would surely have passed the imperial examination and become a Hanlin Scholar without any difficulty. Unfortunately, in today's world, such scholarly rigidity is no longer in vogue. Though his vast knowledge enables him only to serve as a professor at a university, his expertise in classical literature is far from negligible. Several of his viewpoints have already been established as classics within the field of classical literature, and he has actively participated in the development of textbooks for the literature department, publishing several scholarly works. In Chen Yue’s own words, while others become more open-minded with time, the elder scholar of the Chen family grows increasingly rigid and traditional—his thoughts grow ever more aligned with ancient times. He picks up concepts like the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, the Three Bonds and Five Constants, and treats them as sacred classics. In fact, this isn’t surprising at all. To truly grasp the depth and authenticity of ancient culture, one must elevate oneself to a level akin to that of the ancients—especially in thought. If you try to interpret ancient people through the lens of modern societal values, you’ll end up making them look utterly ridiculous. Chen’s elder scholar excels in this regard—he is truly enchanted, to the point of being utterly absorbed. As a professor, he teaches countless students each year, yet he possesses one remarkable strength: he remembers everything he sees and reads. All books he has read and all people he has encountered remain vividly clear in his memory. This, indeed, is one of the key reasons behind his achievements in the field of classical Chinese literature. Yet this strength of the Old Professor proves to be a catastrophic disadvantage for Qin Feng today. Last time, Qin Feng kept honking his horn downstairs, and the Old Professor, having merely glanced at him from his window, instantly remembered Qin Feng's face. It was precisely that face that now leaves Qin Feng humiliated throughout the community—so much so that he has even tracked him all the way to the school. How could he not be deeply resentful? The Old Professor believed Qin Feng was merely a wealthy, indulgent second-generation son chasing his daughter, Chen Yue. He didn't know that Qin Feng was also a student at the school, and as a professor, he naturally felt confident and assured. "Sir, I'm certain you must have misunderstood something," Qin Feng said with serious composure. "Sir," both the Old Professor and Chen Yue's parents exchanged looks of disbelief. In the streets, such a title might be considered ordinary, even commendable—people might praise one for being polite. But here, in the academic setting, when addressing someone older, one should naturally address them as "Professor." If not, at least "Teacher." How could he have called Qin Feng "Sir"? Was he really making him feel old? Shouldn't he have "Qin Feng's eyes darted rapidly back and forth," "Brother, I'm certain there must be some misunderstanding between us. As the saying goes, 'a gentleman speaks, a commoner acts'—you clearly have the grace of a true gentleman, so it's unlikely you'd be the one to let go first. Let's have a proper conversation!" With every "brother," he added a soft, subtle pressure—both a compliment and a gentle critique, depending on how the listener interpreted it. Chen Yue nearly didn't lift her leg to kick him. You call my father 'brother'? Then I'll have to call you 'uncle'! Yet, first, it was awkward to use force in front of the old master and the students, and second, she was wearing a long dress—any sudden movement might result in her dress slipping. The old master, listening to Qin Feng's slightly formal words, flushed slightly and quickly released his grip, then said with a huff, "Very well! Then let's go to the corridor. Chen Yue, come here—your very presence has already ruined our Chen family's reputation!" All the students in the class, except Qin Feng, knew that the beautiful teaching assistant's father was a well-known old scholar at the university—known for being both pungent and rigid. Every time he came to see his daughter, he carried himself as if he owed everyone in the world two hundred yuan. The beautiful counselor grew angry: "Dad, what are you talking about? You haven't even figured out what's going on, yet you're already making comments here. Don't even mention our relationship—let alone the fact that we have none. Even if we did have one, what would that have to do with you?" Qin, the young noble, sensed the moment had arrived and stepped in, stirring the flames: "Brother, this is your mistake. In our country, we've always championed intellectual openness—students and teachers being together is absolutely normal!" "Shut up!" both father and daughter exclaimed simultaneously. How difficult it was to get the father and daughter to say the same thing—Qin's contribution was truly invaluable. Qin Dashi quickly shut up, while Chen Yue began to go through her points one by one, launching a verbal attack: "Last time at our building entrance, he was entirely intentional—he deliberately made a scene. But what about you, Dad? You truly fell for it. Since he transferred to Pingda, he's been constantly pursuing girls, skipping classes, and even driving his car at night all the way to the women's dormitory entrance, just like when he used to hang around our building—blaring his horn constantly and saying all sorts of unseemly things..." He shrugged, thinking to himself, "In your words, I'm practically a criminal—how bad can I really be?" Meanwhile, the elder professor grew more satisfied with each passing moment. Honestly, you two have been arguing, so why must you involve me, especially the beautiful teaching assistant? By standing on my shoulders to prove your own innocence, you've made it seem as though I'm somehow at fault—what a lack of courtesy! After listening to his daughter's sharp criticism, the professor's expression improved noticeably: "Ah, now I understand. You've actually created such a big misunderstanding between us parent and child!" "Qin Feng huffed, 'It's all just hearsay. Your precious daughter will tell you she was drinking alone at the jazz bar, trying to drown her sorrows, then got teased by some roughs—then it was me who stepped in to save her. Yet instead of thanking me, she not only threatened to send me home, but even filed a complaint with the traffic police accusing me of driving under the influence!' 'Enough! That never happened!' The beautiful counselor quickly cut him off. Qin Feng turned directly to meet her eyes, 'In front of your father, dare you deny it's true?' The young woman immediately looked deflated. Without an outside witness, it was perfectly acceptable to tell a small lie to her father. But with Qin Feng—the actual eyewitness—present, she simply couldn't face him. It must be admitted that the young woman had received a solid education from childhood. She simply wouldn't be able to invent a story on the spot and tell it as if it were true. By not disputing it, she was effectively conceding the truth.