As the first person to enter the academy, Bian Lan was naturally a very prestigious figure. In addition, she was quite handsome, and most people wanted to befriend her.

Once Bian Lan entered the academy, she discovered that the level of knowledge in physics and mathematics was mostly at the elementary and junior high school level. Apart from some subjects that required hands-on experience, she had no problem with the rest. In addition, since she had only graduated not long ago, her knowledge and ability were more than enough to make her a theoretical teacher.

Bian Lan studied for about half a month before she was called over by Vice Dean Mo Chenyu.

Mo Chenyu also attends classes regularly, but he doesn't have many.

"Dean Mo, you wanted to see me?"

Bian Lan couldn't help but be stunned every time she saw Mo Chenyu's face; he was so handsome that it made people lose their minds.

Mo Chenyu put down his studies and said calmly, "I heard from the teachers that there's nothing more they can teach you. Do you have any ideas?"

Bian Lan was taken aback by what she heard. What was she thinking?

She really doesn't know what she wants to do?

Bian Lan shook her head: "I don't have any ideas for the time being."

Looking at her face, Mo Chenyu thought, "She's still just a child! Such talent shouldn't be wasted."

So he said, "You don't need to take the regular courses anymore at your level; it would be a waste of time. However, your practical courses are really not as good as your theoretical courses. Why don't you come with me for a while?"

"I'll be with you for a while"—what kind of inappropriate language is that?!

Bian Lan blushed slightly.

Mo Chenyu asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Are you unwilling?"

Bian Lan quickly shook her head. How could she have any objection to being "tutored" one-on-one by such an extremely handsome man as Mo Chenyu!

"No, I'm just too excited. I'm just afraid I'll be clumsy and let the dean down."

Mo Chenyu smiled, and Bian Lan was momentarily stunned again.

Bian Lan coughed and told herself to stay calm.

But I still can't help but silently repeat: Beauty can be a trap! Beauty can be a trap!!

"No, you are already one of the most intelligent and quick-witted people."

Mo Chenyu was not lying. Bian Lan, being a woman, was better than the average student in practical classes, but that was all. Compared to her theoretical classes, it was really nothing.

Bian Lan blushed again after being praised.

Mo Chenyu said, "In that case, I will have someone arrange courses for you. From now on, you can just follow me. If you need anything, just tell Mo Ting, and he will make arrangements."

Bian Lan: "Thank you, Dean."

After Mo Chenyu finished explaining, he let her leave. Once outside Mo Chenyu's study, Bian Lan couldn't hide her joy. The students who came and went all recognized her and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Bian, what happened? You're so happy."

Bian Lan didn't say anything, after all, some things would seem like bragging if she said them out loud. She dealt with several people before the excitement in her heart subsided.

Then no one continued to inquire.

Bian Lan couldn't stop smiling as she returned to her residence.

The day after Mo Chenyu told Bian Lan about this, Bian Lan stopped attending classes with the rest of the group. Some people were puzzled, and the teacher explained that she had gone to help Dean Mo.

Upon hearing this, everyone had no more doubts. They wanted to help, but knowing their own limitations, they didn't say anything more, though they studied even harder.

After all, judging from Dean Mo's words, if one studies well, there will be an opportunity to work alongside the dean, which is a rare honor.

Although Mo Chenyu looked young and had health problems, he was highly regarded among the students. At first, some people questioned his knowledge, since he was too young. However, he won them over with his genuine talent and learning.

Those who raised questions in the first place are now mortified.

Therefore, everyone was genuinely envious of Bian Lan's ability to follow Mo Chenyu, as she had obtained such an opportunity legitimately.

"Sir, what's going on? I assembled it exactly according to the instructions, but it just won't move. This shouldn't be happening!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chenyu steered his wheelchair over to take a look, then took it apart and said, "Come and see, there was a mistake in the assembly, which is why it can't move. We'll fix it."

Bian Lan listened attentively, then noted down the incorrect steps, and reassembled it. After another fifteen minutes, Bian Lan's joyful voice rang out: "Sir, it moved! It moved!!"

This is the first time Bian Lan has ever made a mechanical dog that can move.

For Mo Chenyu, the mechanical dog wasn't technically difficult, but for Bian Lan it was quite a challenge.

Mo Chenyu didn't expect her to be so excited. Mechanical dogs weren't anything special; he had made them when he was a child, but he hadn't felt particularly excited when he did.

Seeing her so excited, Mo Chenyu was inexplicably a little excited as well. He thought to himself, "This person in front of me is just too infectious!"

Mo Chenyu smiled and said, "Well done, keep up the good work."

Bian Lan quickly replied, "I will, sir."

Ever since Bian Lan started following Mo Chenyu, Mo Chenyu stopped letting her call him Dean. He found it a bit awkward. Since his job was to impart knowledge, teach the Way, and resolve doubts, he had her call him Teacher.

Then Mo Chenyu took out another set of blueprints and said, "Take a look at this blueprint first."

Bian Lan took the blueprints and began to look at them carefully.

After she finished reading, an hour had passed. She was drawn in by the aroma of food.

As soon as she looked up, Mo Chenyu said, "Take a rest and have some food first."

Mo Ting was quick to move, carrying the food from the lunchbox to another table, and said with a smile, "That's right, I saw that Bian was engrossed in watching earlier, and I didn't dare to disturb him. The master specifically instructed me to bring your food as well, so please eat quickly!"

Bian Lan naturally didn't refuse; she was indeed hungry.

However, it should be noted that the food served to this gentleman is better than what the students eat.

In reality, the food given to students was poor; it was just mass-produced meals, and even the best chef couldn't compare to a well-prepared stir-fry.

Bian Lan's eating manners weren't bad, but they weren't particularly elegant either. Modern girls from ordinary families don't usually learn aristocratic dining etiquette. Although she wasn't outrageous, compared to Mo Chenyu, who was eating elegantly and calmly next to her, Bian Lan suddenly felt that the food in her bowl didn't taste so good.

At first, Mo Chenyu saw that she was eating so deliciously, and then he thought the food in his bowl tasted much better. But after only a few bites, her expression turned a little strange.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

Bian Lan shook her head: "The food was delicious. I... I just ate too fast and choked." Bian Lan was also in a hurry, so she just made up an excuse.

Upon hearing this, Mo Chenyu couldn't help but chuckle, and actually choked.

"Moting, pour me a glass of water."

Bian Lan took a couple of sips of water, and then ate her meal, much more slowly and deliberately.

After finishing his meal, Mo Chenyu realized that he had eaten half a bowl more rice than usual.

Thinking to himself, "This student is quite appetizing," Mo Chenyu smiled.

Bian Lan looked at him, somewhat puzzled: "Sir, what's wrong?"

The sudden smile caught her off guard and left her somewhat bewildered!

Mo Chenyu shook his head: "It's nothing, you can continue with what you're doing."