Chapter 88's attitude was good and deserves praise.
The class officially began, and the classroom quickly quieted down.
I only realized the course was Data Structures and Algorithms after watching the PTT videos.
She knows each word individually, but doesn't understand what it means when put together.
Su Wanwan didn't intend to disturb Xie Yanning's class, so she huddled in a corner, opened her tablet, and pretended to be extremely serious.
The course content was quite advanced, but Xie Yanning's lectures were practical and quite interesting.
However, lacking theoretical knowledge to support her, Su Wanwan stared at Xie Yanning for a while and began to daydream.
From his eyes to his lips, continue to trace.
Xie Yanning was tall and wore a fitted long trench coat. He seemed to have a refined and scholarly air about him, perhaps because he was well-read.
Thinking back to last night, Su Wanwan thought to herself: They look all respectable, but they do nothing right.
This was a general education class, and the classroom was quite large. Su Wanwan was sitting far away, so Xie Yanning didn't notice for a while that the person he thought was sleeping at home had actually sneaked into the classroom.
"You have ten minutes to give me the answer."
A rustling sound came from the classroom, and Su Wanwan finally came to her senses.
She whispered to the person two steps away, "What are they doing?"
The student, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, said, "It's a pop quiz, it counts towards your performance evaluation, but—" She glanced at Su Wanwan; "You're from another department, right?"
He looks too unfamiliar.
Moreover, judging from her eyebrows and eyes alone, she should be a beautiful woman; there's no reason why I wouldn't have any impression of her at all.
Su Wanwan forced a smile and said, "I just came to take a look."
As the female student wrote, she nodded noncommittally, "Good luck." It was clear she had never heard of Professor Xie's formidable reputation or experienced his beatings.
Su Wanwan: "???"
"Professor Xie will randomly select candidates for questions, and those who cannot answer must explain their reasoning on the spot."
Su Wanwan: "!!!"
She didn't know how perverted she was.
"Is it wrong for others not to be proficient in their skills?"
"Then why don't you prepare in advance?"
"..." Su Wanwan was speechless.
The student continued in a low voice, "Professor Xie doesn't object to other students coming to listen to his lectures, but if it's just for fun, then Professor Xie isn't really welcoming."
Handsome professors are sometimes more popular.
Su Wanwan glanced at the seating chart on the screen.
All occupied seats will be displayed, and you can click on them later to randomly check any seats.
Su Wanwan: This top university is really something else; even their random checks are so bizarre.
She had a sense of fear similar to that she felt when she was controlled by her mentor back then.
Even knowing that bowing my head was futile, I still lowered my head like a quail, silently praying: Please don't let it be me, please don't let it be me.
Seeing that Su Wanwan hadn't prepared anything, the female classmate kindly tore off a piece of paper for her and handed her a pen.
He even slightly raised his chin in a gesture, just to make a show of it no matter what.
Su Wanwan: Thank you so much.
She was genuinely just curious and wanted to see what Xie Yanning was like in class, which is why she came over.
She buried her head in her study, lost in thought as she stared at the paper.
She doesn't even know how to write her own name.
Time was running out, and the students in front of me had already stopped writing.
Having no other choice, Su Wanwan could only think of the content of the previous presentation slides and write some random notes on it, which at least looked somewhat presentable.
Of course, Su Wanwan wouldn't dare to write the truth about Da Ming.
She casually wrote down the name Su Wuming, using the cursive script she had learned before, hoping that others wouldn't be able to tell. She only glanced at the student ID number next door, copied the two at the beginning, and made up the rest.
She made up so much information mainly because she was afraid that if a student actually had that student number, it would cause trouble for them.
Time was up, and Su Wanwan handed her made-up story to the student in front of her.
She sighed, hoping Professor Xie wouldn't be angry.
Of course, she was also confident that even if Xie Yanning saw it, he wouldn't recognize it as her handwriting.
Homework is homework, but asking questions is also necessary.
Watching the dots flashing on the screen, Su Wanwan's heart leaped into her throat.
Of course, it wasn't that she was afraid of Xie Yanning; she just didn't want to put Xie Yanning in a difficult position.
She never intended to treat the students as part of their play.
Making things difficult for her is not an option, nor is not making things difficult for her.
When the constantly jumping dot stopped, Su Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. The front row had nothing to do with her.
They even looked ahead with great interest.
The girl next door poked Su Wanwan, her eyes filled with sympathy: "It's you."
Su Wanwan's expression was quite interesting.
"Student number 132?" Xie Yanning asked on stage.
Su Wanwan gritted her teeth: "Why are you doing it backwards!"
She was just feeling lucky to have chosen a front row, but it turns out the seating arrangement was reversed. What she thought was the first row was actually the last row.
Su Wanwan stood up, feeling utterly hopeless.
Xie Yanning looked up.
Su Wanwan swore that, for a moment, Xie Yanning's expression froze, as if he didn't know how to react.
Even with a mask on, Xie Yanning recognized Su Wanwan at a glance.
Su Wanwan took a deep breath. She couldn't give an answer, but she could make something up.
"Professor Xie, I am an exchange student here. I mainly wanted to see how interested I was in this course. I found that I am quite interested, but my lack of theoretical knowledge is indeed a problem. I will definitely brush up on the relevant knowledge when I get back and try to keep up with the students' pace."
His words, though not eloquent or impassioned, were full of sincerity.
Xie Yanning looked at her, seemingly lost in thought, but in the end let her go. "Hmm, good attitude, worthy of praise."
Su Wanwan didn't know if this was a sarcastic remark directed at her.
Xie Yanning acted as if nothing had happened and continued attending class.
During the break between classes, Su Wanwan tried to slip away, and a kind male classmate came over and asked her, "Where are you from?"
The school has exchange programs, and every year many students from both China and abroad come to visit.
“HKU.” Su Wanwan brought up her alma mater.
The student was very interested. "Can I add you on WeChat? To be honest, I'd like you to visit your school."
“This…” Su Wanwan wasn’t stupid. In this internet age, you can find all the answers you want by simply going to the official website or forum.
The old drunkard's heart was not in the wine.
"Is it inconvenient?" the classmate asked, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, seeing Su Wanwan's hesitation.
Su Wanwan has outstanding features, but her eyebrows and eyes are particularly exquisite. Her eyes are like brimming autumn water, captivating people without them even realizing it.
Yang Lewei once said that Su Wanwan could charm men when she wore a mask, but charm both men and women when she took it off.
During the stalemate, Xie Yanning walked over and said, "Come with me."
Su Wanwan stood up. "Okay, Professor Xie." She then said to the student in a somber tone, "Excuse me, let me see if Professor Xie has anything to say."
The kind-hearted male student and the bespectacled female student next door both felt sympathy for her.
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