The photographer Allen twisted his size 33 waist as he walked up to Ethan Sutton, bent over, and asked sourly, “Oh? The white moonlight that my dear Ethan Sutton can’t forget—just how beautiful is she?”

Ethan Sutton merely shot him a chilly glance.

Everyone instantly understood and didn’t press further. In the entertainment industry, questions like this basically never get answered.

Although Ethan Sutton took the path of a powerhouse singer, his female fans were no fewer than those of the most popular male idols.

The photographer curled his lips, naturally thinking of this as well, and just found it terribly boring.

At that moment, Ethan Sutton suddenly spoke.

“They call her my white moonlight, don’t they?”

He said lightly, “How beautiful do you think she is?”

-

William Brooks suddenly sneezed twice in a row.

At the next desk, Mr. Foster turned around and teased, “Oh, Little William, someone must be thinking about you.”

“Yeah, right.”

William Brooks buried her head, searching for tissues to wipe her nose, looking like she wanted to avoid the topic completely. “Right now, I just want to survive until Ms. Grant comes back from maternity leave. I’d rather no one think about me for anything else.”

She was the only new teacher in the entire Chinese department office. Hearing this, everyone gave her that mysterious smile of “See, we told you not to take on the class advisor job, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s not that bad. I’ve been a class advisor for decades and I’m still alive and well.”

Mr. Foster took a sip of hot tea from her thermos, then suddenly remembered something. She pushed off with her feet, sliding her chair over to William Brooks, and lowered her voice, “By the way, Little William, you haven’t started dating yet, have you?”

“Uh…”

William Brooks froze, tissue pressed to her nose, her voice muffled. “What’s up?”

“What’s going on?” Mr. Foster leaned in closer, eyes shining, a black mole at the corner of her mouth faintly visible. “That can’t be right. You must have plenty of admirers, don’t you? Are your standards too high?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

William Brooks pulled out a red pen, opened up some homework, and started grading as she spoke. “My standards are a bit high.”

Mr. Foster: “Tell me about them? My husband works at the First Hospital—he’s got a bunch of young doctors on hand. I’m sure there’s someone who meets your standards.”

Ever since graduating from college, William Brooks had encountered enthusiastic matchmakers almost every month. She was used to handling them, barely needing to think before responding.

“He should be at least 1.8 meters tall, not too fat or too thin. Even if he doesn’t have abs, he should at least have pecs. Looks should be campus heartthrob level. Age difference no more than three years. Education at least the same as mine—top 985 undergrad and master’s. Ideally, his parents are also intellectuals. I don’t insist on high income, but he must have a house and a car. Mr. Foster, do you know anyone suitable?”

Mr. Foster: “……”

She wanted to say, how is that just ‘a bit’ high? The “campus heartthrob” requirement alone would block almost everyone.

But thinking about it, all these conditions actually matched William Brooks herself, so maybe it wasn’t unreasonable.

No wonder she was single.

“True, not easy to find. Well, if I come across someone suitable, I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Foster.”

After dealing with the enthusiastic matchmaker, the class bell rang.

William Brooks remembered she’d almost been late that morning and hadn’t had time for breakfast, so she put down her pen and headed to the school convenience store to buy some milk and bread to fill her stomach.

She’d barely left the office when she heard someone call her name.

Turning around, Jason Brooks strode out of the office in a few long steps, flexing his arms to show off his muscles.

“I’m 1.85 meters tall, got pecs and abs, you know I’m good-looking—used to be called the campus heartthrob. Same age, same school, both my parents are doctors. My salary’s not that high, but I have a house and a car. So, when are we getting our marriage certificate?”

William Brooks: “……”

If she weren’t mindful of her image as a teacher, she would have kicked him right then and there.

“The weekend, maybe.” William Brooks waved her hand for him to get out of the way. “I have classes during the week, not really free.”

Jason Brooks happily trotted after William Brooks as they went downstairs together.

“The civil affairs bureau doesn’t work on weekends. How about this—I’m strong, I’ll just move the bureau over this afternoon.”

William Brooks: “Have you won over your goddess yet? Jason Brooks, you’ll be 26 next year, you’d better hurry up. Men start going downhill after 25, you know.”

“……”

At that, Jason Brooks irritably started tugging at his already thinning hair.

“Isn’t that why I’m asking you for help? The other day Sarah told me that if I took her to Ethan Sutton’s concert, she’d agree to be with me. I thought, how hard could that be? I agreed right away. Who knew, when I checked at home, damn, you can’t even buy tickets! They sold out in one second. Is that fair? I thought about getting scalped tickets, but I don’t know how, and I’m afraid of getting scammed. Plus, those resellers are charging seven or eight thousand—why don’t they just rob people?”

Hearing the name “Ethan Sutton” from Jason Brooks’s mouth, William Brooks didn’t have any special reaction.

She and Jason Brooks were college classmates who met by chance. Maybe because they shared the same surname, they got along well. Later, they both ended up working at Jiangcheng Experimental Primary School, and all told, they’d been friends for seven or eight years.