They showed little interest and were indifferent to the lecture.
Qingning wasn't a Chinese literature major, so she deliberately arrived late to audit the class.
She's now considered the school's most beautiful girl, and the girls in the Chinese Literature department all look at her with hostility.
People aren't really there to learn; there are many empty seats in the front row.
Qing Ning turned around and sat in the front row.
Immediately, a male student from the Chinese Literature Department came over and sat down, trying to strike up a conversation with her. Qing Ning remained indifferent; these scoundrels were not to be allowed to ruin her plans.
At this moment, the principal personally led Bei Chen into the classroom and warmly introduced the young PhD to the students.
The lecture hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
When everyone saw Professor Bei Chen, they noticed his handsome features, his well-tailored suit highlighting his tall and straight figure, and his overall aura of unapproachable nobility.
Bei Chen's voice was magnetic and powerful, penetrating the hearts of all the students below, especially the girls, who were completely captivated.
His explanations were both insightful and easy to understand, combining academic rigor with vivid examples, creating a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere that thrilled the university students.
He was completely carried away by Bei Chen.
The lime in the front row was also attracted by Bei Chen; it was the best fish she had ever seen.
She tried her best to charm him, but Bei Chen ignored her. Qing Ning was furious, but she couldn't think of any questions to ask to interact with him, and she was extremely anxious.
Ninety minutes passed quickly, and the Chinese literature students were regretting that the time was so short. Why hadn't they paid attention before?
But the professor only said this once, and that he would never see him again.
The university students went wild, crowding around Professor Beichen as he walked out. Some wanted autographs, and some bolder girls even asked for his WeChat account. Others were more direct, writing their phone numbers on small slips of paper and handing them to Beichen.
Bei Chen refused all offers. What's the difference between that and idol worship?
Qing Ning couldn't squeeze in at all; her charm couldn't be unleashed.
Bei Chen walked out of the lecture hall under the escort of university security personnel.
By then, the news had spread throughout Shen University that a PhD in ancient literature, even more handsome than a celebrity, had come to the university, and anyone who came later would miss it.
People flocked to see Bei Chen's charm.
Actually, Bei Chen was also anxious. What happened to keeping a low profile? He didn't expect it to turn into such a big mess.
How can I have a chance encounter with the fox spirit? It seems I'll have to return empty-handed this time.
Qing Ning had a sudden inspiration and was going to great lengths to get close to Bei Chen.
She had already climbed the tree, and when Professor Beichen finally arrived surrounded by the crowd, she disregarded everything and jumped.
Bei Chen, who had walked down to the bottom, also felt something and, suppressing his nausea, immediately stretched out his arms to catch Qing Ning.
Qing Ning wrapped her arms around Bei Chen's neck and pressed her body close together.
Bei Chen immediately spun around like a scene from a movie, and Qing Ning's white dress fluttered up like a butterfly.
The moment their eyes met, it seemed like love at first sight, a destiny sealed for life.
Bei Chen's magnetic voice asked, "Are you alright, classmate? How did you fall from there?"
"Because I couldn't squeeze in front of you, Professor, I...I just..." Qing Ning's small face was flushed.
Her other hand didn't stop; she slipped her phone number into Bei Chen's suit pocket.
The scene immediately exploded.
The girls gritted their teeth and muttered curses under their breath, calling Qing Ning shameless and using every word they could think of.
Bei Chen seemed to have just remembered to put Qing Ning down, but Qing Ning's frightened little hands were still clutching Bei Chen's suit.
"Lime! What are you doing?"
Kang, who was already sickly, suddenly squeezed out of the crowd.
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