Neither of them spoke the rest of the way.

Wen Zhe is very tall with long legs, and Ye Huanhuan almost has to jog to keep up with him.

She thought to herself: This counselor is really cold-hearted, even walking so fast.

When they reached the classroom door of Class 6, Business Management, Wen Zhe stopped. "They're having a self-study session now. Come in; you'll be a member of this class from now on."

After saying that, he glanced at his watch and said, "I have something to do, so I'll be going now. If you have any questions, you can go to the class monitor."

Ye Huanhuan walked into the classroom, her eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. The classroom was quiet; most students were studying diligently with their heads down, while only a few looked at her with curious and inquisitive eyes.

She calmly walked to an empty seat and sat down. At that moment, a sweet-looking girl with black-rimmed glasses and a petite figure walked towards her and asked in a friendly manner:

"Excuse me, are you a new transfer student?"

Ye Huanhuan raised her eyes, met the other person's gaze, and nodded in reply, "Yes, that's right."

The girl smiled slightly and introduced herself, saying, "Hello! I'm the class monitor, my name is Cheng Yue. If you ever encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me anytime."

Ye Huanhuan responded with a polite smile, but the smile conveyed a sense of politeness and distance.

"Thank you. My name is Ye Huanhuan. I understand."

Next, Cheng Yue took out her phone, opened the QR code for the class group, and placed it in front of Ye Huanhuan.

"Let's join the class group. It will be easier to receive messages that way. Professor Wen will also assign homework in the group."

Upon hearing the name "Professor Wen," Ye Huanhuan couldn't help but wonder, could Professor Wen be her counselor Wen Zhe?

However, she didn't ask Cheng Yue, but instead took out her phone and joined the group directly. After doing this, Cheng Yue returned to her seat and buried herself in her studies.

Ye Huanhuan really enjoyed this self-absorbed learning atmosphere, where no one deliberately disturbed her and everyone was busy with their studies.

She opened her textbooks and found that what she learned in university was all theoretical knowledge, completely different from what she learned in high school.

She hadn't looked at her textbooks for several years, and her enthusiasm for learning had faded considerably; even her handwriting had become rusty.

Fortunately, it's only October now, and these university freshmen have only recently finished their military training and are just beginning to focus on their studies.

With a little effort, catching up with the schedule is a piece of cake for her.

This quiet atmosphere lasted only half an hour until a small piece of paper flew to her desk, instantly interrupting her concentration on studying.

This familiar operation gave her a feeling of returning to her high school days.

She looked around and found that everyone around her was engrossed in reading or doing practice problems, and there was nothing unusual about their behavior.

Ye Huanhuan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and unfolded the crumpled paper.

The paper ball had the following written on it:

"Hey beautiful, can I buy you a milk tea after school? My contact information is xxxx. If you'd like, you can add me on WeChat."

Ye Huanhuan's face twitched, and she tossed the crumpled paper aside.

boring!

She is already 27 years old this year. Not only that, she has also been divorced once. She is long past the age of being naive and ignorant.

These little boys' tricks were far too childish for her.

Ten minutes later, two more crumpled pieces of paper flew over. Ye Huanhuan didn't even look at them before throwing them on the ground.

Just then, a figure appeared at the classroom door, and as the footsteps grew closer, they finally stopped on the podium.

Wen Zhe put down his textbook, looked around, and then said:

"Qian Lei, what was that thing you just threw to the new student?"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just loud enough for the whole class to hear.

Everyone looked up at the corner of the back row, at a boy with delicate features, fair skin, but not very tall.

The boy's face instantly turned bright red, his hands unconsciously gripping the hem of his shirt, wishing he could disappear into the ground. He stammered an explanation:

"No...it's nothing, Professor Wen, you must have misread it!"

Wen Zhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and then she slowly walked towards the boy.

As he walked, he asked softly, "Oh? Are you sure I saw it wrong?"

Wen Zhe walked to Ye Huanhuan's table, stopped, looked at the crumpled paper on the ground, and bent down to pick it up.

Ye Huanhuan looked at Wen Zhe, wondering what he was up to.

Does he intend to humiliate this boy in front of the whole class?

However, Wen Zhe didn't unfold the crumpled paper in his hand. Instead, he stared intently at Ye Huanhuan, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and said in a serious tone:

"Ye Huanhuan, you've only been in class for less than an hour, and you're already passing notes to the boys. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"I don't……"

Ye Huanhuan was about to explain when Wen Zhe interrupted her.

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more. No matter what, passing notes in class is wrong. I hope you'll be more careful in the future and not make the same mistake again." After saying that, Wen Zhe took the crumpled paper and returned to the podium.

"Qian Lei, come to my office after class," he added without turning his head.

Ye Huanhuan was speechless. She hadn't passed any notes at all.

However, she was too lazy to explain such pointless behavior; after all, the truth will prevail.

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