>Professor Shen is a well-known flower of the college.
>He tore up my paper in front of everyone: "How dare you hand it in at this level?"
>In the evening, I transformed into the mysterious painter Night and released dark works on social platforms to vent my anger.
>Professor Shen's account, which never interacts, liked and commented instantly: "The soul is burning."
>The next day in class he glanced at me coldly: "Art? A waste of time."
>That night, I wrote a thousand-word comment under my Night account to analyze the composition.
>I probed: "Professor likes art?"
>He pushed up his glasses: "I don't understand, but Night's works make me sleepless."
>Until he had a fever and asked for leave, I went to deliver lesson plans.
>Push open the door to the study room, and the screen will be filled with a partial enlargement of my drawing.
>Confused, he murmured: "Wanwan... Night..."
