Chapter 7

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Professor Shen immediately widened his eyes: "Hey, you little rascal..."

As the class bell rang, Ji Yanxin casually walked into the classroom. He held a book in his hand, his long fingers gripping the spine, and made his way to the podium

Allied forces have been assimilated by the enemy, and there is no common language anymore

After attending a few classes, Qi Nian has basically grasped the meaning of each of his glances.

At this moment, in the quiet classroom, apart from his somewhat hoarse voice, the only sound was the "shh shh shh" of the pen tip rubbing against the pages.

She lowered her head, lightly pursing her lips, her fingertips gripping the pen with slight pressure, as she somewhat dejectedly sketched the shadows, pressing so hard that the paper became saturated with ink, soft and fragile, as if it could fall apart at any moment

It is Friday afternoon, and school has already been dismissed

Aside from the day they had a meal together, after Ji Yanxin accompanied her home, Qi Nian had no further communication with Ji Yanxin

The sudden topic caught Qi Nian off guard for a moment before he realized that he was referring to the incident where she drew him in her notebook during class

After Professor Ji's lecture, those who are relevant or irrelevant, as long as they come here, are basically here for Professor Ji. I won't say much about those with ulterior motives like you, but there are also some who genuinely come for Professor Ji's class, such as that group of diligent top students at the back who are completely absorbed in their studies

As soon as Qi Niang sat down, he posed a question, and she looked at him somewhat restlessly: "I have understood a bit about the basics, principles, and theories."

Qi Nian watched as the color of his eyes deepened, a chill enveloping him, yet he had no time to shiver

It has just passed five o'clock; although the sky has not yet completely darkened, it is already dim. The twilight comes thundering from the distant horizon.

As the first external faculty member called to the office of the Secretary of the Academy, Qi Nian successfully cooked himself under the watchful eyes of the public

Qi Nian nodded slightly: "Hmm... I will be going home for dinner tonight"

With a sense of mental drive, Qi Niantian got up early as soon as dawn broke

Qi Nian had always thought that Ji Yanxin, such a reserved person, would perhaps be equally indifferent during class, strictly adhering to the rules. However, unexpectedly, he was able to understand a small portion of the class, even though it involved a lot of specialized knowledge.

But in fact, there is not

A voice lacking confidence

At that moment, her slightly凝视 gaze pierced through Qi Nian's heart, causing it to thump as if it had sunk into water, maintaining a downward trend... Until he averted his gaze, he finally managed to touch his chest and let out a deep breath.

It is evident that he has already discovered what Qi Niang just painted... It is him

In the end, Qi Nian is not really his student, and cannot have as ample a reason to approach him with questions as Liu Xia does... She is even unable to articulate her questions.

Waaah, Qi Nian is so envious that she is about to cry...

Qi Nian watched him turn and walk back to the podium, that tall figure reminding her of the slight change in his expression just now, causing her to blush instantly

Qi Nian rested his head on his hand, watching him write the research topic, and curiously asked, "Does Teacher Ji not take attendance?"

Qi Nian still feels quite envious

The words were not yet finished when it was evident that the other party was not taking him seriously at all. Professor Shen let out a soft snort and, in an angry tone, instructed: "Now that it gets dark early, don't let the international students stay too long"

Undoubtedly, in a field such as biochemistry, which requires a solid understanding of fundamental theoretical knowledge in mathematics, physics, and computer science, as well as mastery of various disciplines such as chemistry, microbiology, and cell biology, she does not feel that she can grasp much of it, especially with the emphasis on the integration and application of these diverse areas.

Your interest in me is greater

Ji Yanxin also saw him, and when he quickly walked up to him, he stopped in his tracks and nodded in greeting: "Professor Shen"

"The reason for not calling names is that Teacher Ji remembers them." Liu Xia ground her teeth and said, "Do you think our attendance rate comes from nowhere?"

It seems that doing this can make the lingering gloom of recent days dissipate.

I just encountered a student asking questions in the classroom, and Ji Yanxin stayed behind to provide guidance, which took up some time

Since childhood, Qi Nian's left brain has been underdeveloped, especially in the sciences; whenever it involves calculations, she is bound to fail.

Without calling names, I will get straight to the point

Her class is always the first period in the morning, and Qi Nian, a night owl who is accustomed to being active at night, has never escaped her grasp.

How much do you know about the Institute of Biochemistry now

In the classroom, the only sound was his clear and soothing voice, deep and steady. At first, it resembled tea leaves floating in boiling water, but as time went on, it transformed into the gentle and mild essence of brewed tea.

Perhaps accustomed to Professor Ji's charm, every day there are unfamiliar faces joining. Their performance is not surprising at all; they merely glance up and then continue to bury their heads in their books as if it has nothing to do with them

Professor Shen

Ji Yanxin's expression did not change at all, and he replied: "I shouldn't need to report everything to you, right?"

Liu Xia took advantage of Ji Yanshin turning around to write on the board and quietly took a few bites of the bread brought by Li Yue. After struggling to swallow, she softly replied: "Aside from the first class when we took attendance and got to know each other, there has been no attendance taken since."

Professor Shen had just prepared to close the door and head home. As he stepped out into the corridor and had not taken more than a few steps, he saw Ji Yanxin coming up from the stairway.

It was still early. She had eaten breakfast and, humming a tune, watered all the green plants in the house before heading out

In City Z, autumn arrives, and the days gradually shorten. Often, just past 5 o'clock, the sky begins to darken at a visibly rapid pace.

Professor Shen chuckled twice habitually and joked, "What’s going on? You’re not from the ancient literature department, so what brings you here?"

Qi Nian has not yet responded. Just as Ji Yanxin returned to the podium, he happened to speak: "Qi Nian, please come to my office after class."

When Liu Xia met Qi Nian while yawning, it was still early in the day

Unlike her teacher, who calls the roll in every class and requires students to hop like frogs to their seats if they are late

Liu Xia inexplicably turned her head to glance at her, inquiring with her eyes: "What happened?"

Liu Xia said that he has been quite busy lately, leaving the classroom immediately after each class

The name came to mind, and all the memories instantly returned.

"Stop pretending, it's too fake." Liu Xia smiled and took a book out of her bag. Due to staying up late to write her thesis, she felt somewhat unwell today: "Those girls outside the institute envy us in the Department of Biochemistry every day, but they have no idea that we are being honed by Professor Ji every day, and each of us is almost as wilted as a cucumber."

At the podium stands a young man, holding a book in one hand, his eyes slightly lowered. Those eyes are deep and cool, unfathomable. Beneath the straight bridge of his nose, his lips are outlined with a hint of determination, cool and faint.

Did he really say nothing at all, and just confiscated her notebook?

Liu Xia, in the middle of the third row, waved to Qi Nian.

What does it mean to have ulterior motives... like someone like her

Ji Yanshin has already put away her notebook, her long fingers slightly curled, tapping lightly on her desk as a warning

Professor Shen had a poor memory and could not recall who Qi Nian was at that moment. He only felt that the name was somewhat familiar, and it was so familiar that he felt he had to remember: "Is it... that Qi Nian who had dinner with us last time?"

Therefore, she usually pretends to be very serious about taking notes, drawing in her notebook

The twilight reflected in his eyes, the magnificent colors seemed to soften his previous coldness, making it a little gentler... but only a little.

Ji Yanxin looked at her as she raised her face in astonishment, her gaze falling on the paper, lingering for about three seconds

It can be remembered

Qinian, who had also come to a halt, suddenly raised his head and met Professor Shen's somewhat teasing gaze, causing the warmth on his face, which had faded not long ago, to rise once again.

He can only tolerate so many auditors when attending classes in a regular classroom

The computer on the table is still on, and the white light from the computer screen reflects on the surface of the table, becoming the only brightness in this twilight.

Behind him followed a girl who looked particularly familiar, her head slightly bowed, appearing listless, a typical expression of someone who had done something wrong and was being summoned by the teacher for a talk

Ji Yanxin said nothing and walked into the office

Qi Nian was carefully shading the drawing with a pen

Qi Nian stared at the nearly perfect portrait, furrowing his brows in contemplation for quite some time. He felt that something was amiss, and just as he was thinking of observing it further, he lifted his gaze and met the eyes that were looking back at him.

Ji Yan casually propped his elbow on the armrest, gently massaging his brow with his fingers for a moment, then asked: "So have you chosen to retreat in the face of difficulty, or do you feel that it is already sufficient?"

There is still some time before class starts, yet the entire classroom is already filled with people. If one arrives late, they might not even find a spot in the corner.

She took the bag off her shoulder and pressed it down beside her to help Li Yue secure a seat

Between the lines of sight, a hand suddenly reached out and effortlessly snatched her notebook from the palm of her hand

That voice is the husky tone after class.

Ji Yanxin uttered a soft "Hmm," waiting for Professor Shen to leave, then turned to glance at Qi Nian: "Are you going home today"

When I arrived at the classroom, many people were already there

Qi Nian pointed to his own nose and said, "Is my ulterior motive so obvious?"

Qi Nian stepped in right behind.

Either take note of the schematic he drew, or randomly scribble on your own

As the words fell, seeing Qi Nian's expression full of longing, the desire to confide instantly vanished

He surprisingly did not think to turn on the light, sitting behind the desk, and pointed to a chair beside him: "Sit."

Liu Xia let out a scoff, propping her chin up with her hand, smiling with an enchanting charm: "Xiao Qi Nian, your intentions are almost written all over your face, what do you say?"

or ... ...

The level of popularity of Ji Yanxin can truly be understood only by witnessing it firsthand

The eyes, devoid of any excess emotion, scanned the classroom and seemed unsurprised that so many people had come to class again this time

The only gain is probably transforming the schematic he drew into a comic format

Under the influence of such a teaching demeanor, Ji Yanxin's classroom is always very quiet, with the girls admiring his magnetic voice and the boys desperately taking notes. There is, however, one exception, which is someone like Qi Nian.

She squinted her eyes, watching Qi Nian, who was walking briskly in the distance, and muttered, "Wasn't this guy just going to bed at dawn? How is he so energetic?"

Qi Nian touched his face, his expression one of sheer terror

In other words, for several days now in the comic series by Qizai Dada on Weibo, the female protagonist has been staring blankly at the male protagonist with her chin resting on her hand

At this moment