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Me: ...
As a junior about to enter my senior year and preparing for an internship, I force a respectful smile, determined not to fail any courses.
"No misunderstanding, not even a little misunderstanding, it's just as you thought."
Even if there is, we'll have to wait until this class is over to talk about it!
With a secret purpose in mind, I followed Zhou Qingchuan to the faculty dormitory.
Fortunately, I didn't run into any familiar teachers along the way, otherwise it wouldn't have been good to be seen.
The dormitory provided by the university for professors is actually an apartment building on the edge of the university campus.
Many single professors and lecturers without housing live here.
I silently followed Zhou Qingchuan into his dormitory.
Driving a luxury car with four rings, wearing a Royal Oak watch on his wrist, how can such a promising young man not afford to buy a house?
I can't help but think of those news on the internet, where some people rent luxury cars and watches just to show off. In reality, they are poor and stingy behind the scenes.
Zhou Qingchuan Is this not working either?
"What are you thinking about?"
"I wonder if it's not okay for me to miss you."
*Click.*
Zhou Qingchuan He smiled at me while effortlessly and naturally unclasping the watch on his wrist.
The crisp sound of the watch chain lightly hitting the table accompanied his soft-spoken question.
"Xiang Xingwan, tell me what's wrong with me."
A chill ran down my spine.
My mouth just won't behave today, why can't I find a door to shut it?
I bit my disobedient tongue and chuckled as I explained.
"Professor, I was wondering how someone as young and promising as you would be living in the school dormitory. Could it be that the school's treatment is not good enough?"
Zhou Qingchuan glanced at me and bent down to take out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet for me.
"This is just used for changing clothes and taking a nap during the day. I don't stay here at night."
"Oh~"
"You sit and wait for a moment, I'll change my clothes and then take you out for dinner."
I chuckled and politely declined.
"Um, Professor, I can actually go to the cafeteria by myself. After all, eating with this oppressive ice-cold face, I'd probably lose my appetite for half a month."
Zhou Qingchuan Upon hearing my refusal, his expression remained unchanged. "By the way, let's talk about this course."
I immediately changed my expression and respectfully said, "Please go ahead."
Zhou Qingchuan glanced at me and suddenly let out a very soft laugh.
It tickled my eardrums.
Damn, why do you still smile so charmingly when you go to change your clothes?
What is it like to have a meal with a professor who has control over your academic life and death?
What is the feeling of having dinner with an old man who is the object of your spring dream?
I can't describe the feeling, but it seems like I have found that familiar feeling again.
Like sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in the back, like walking on thin ice, like a fish bone stuck in the throat.
I smiled the whole time, the image of a lady, unbreakable.
Zhou Qingchuan glanced at me a few times, probably sensing my unease.
But he didn't point it out. Instead, he calmly discussed academic matters with me, using my spring dream name.
"Have you found a good place for your internship in your final year?"
"Uh, I've more or less found one."
"Does anyone need to retake a failed course?"
I shook my head, about to say no, but the biggest variable was right in front of me.
Hesitating for a moment, I approached with a hint of probing, "Perhaps you might fail this course, but if you could be a little flexible..."
Zhou Qingchuan took a sip of water and smiled lightly, his lips curling.
"So you want to take the back door?"
I nodded eagerly, looking at him pitifully.
"Please deduct fewer points from my regular score."
"It depends on your performance."
Zhou Qingchuan I immediately felt extremely happy and obsequiously picked up a piece of food for the old man.
"Don't worry, I will definitely perform well."
Isn't it just being a lovesick puppy for a semester? Isn't it just being exploited and bullied by him for a semester?
With his spring dreams as a foundation, I will work hard to get a head start on the final exam review, and easily secure a good grade in this course. Then I will decisively disappear to do an internship, and he won't be able to catch me either.
Although it's shameless, it's a perfect plan.
I looked at Zhou Qingchuan eating elegantly and laughed even more sycophantically.
After dinner, Zhou Qingchuan drove me back to school. He stopped the car in a remote area far from the dormitory.
I'm puzzled.
Zhou Qingchuan turned his head, his pure black eyes intoxicating, "You will meet familiar people downstairs in the dormitory building, which will have an impact on you."
I was stunned for a moment before I reacted somewhat slowly.
Is he afraid that familiar people will see us together and start gossiping?
I pursed my lips and looked at the side profile of the mature man, feeling a warmth in my heart.
"Thank you, Professor. I'll head back now."
"Just a moment," Zhou Qingchuan suddenly called out to me as I was about to open the car door.
"Is... there anything else?"
Zhou Qingchuan: "Tomorrow is Saturday, do you have any plans?"
I'm confused: "It seems like there isn't..."
"Well, I'm still coming to pick you up here."
Until I sneaked back to the dorm, I suddenly realized something.
Was I just blindly arranged by Zhou Qingchuan like this?
My roommate, who was playing games, asked me suspiciously, " Wan, why did it take you so long to come back? Did the professor bother you again?"
"No... There wasn't any trouble finding me, but for some reason, they talked to me about a relationship. But this is definitely something that can't be talked about."
After taking a shower, I lay on the bed, and the scene of getting off the car kept replaying in my mind.
At that time, I was completely confused, "Huh? Why are you here to pick me up?"
A mature man in the driver's seat lowered his head to help me fasten my seatbelt. When he heard the words, he looked up and replied to me with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Date."
Sigh...
The cheeks are slightly flushed.
I hummed a few times, turned over, and buried my flushed face in the blanket.
The old man is quite good at flirting.
Everyone is getting to me. The next day, I mumbled an excuse to my roommate and sneaked off to the corner where I had arranged to meet Zhou Qingchuan.
The luxury car with four rings was already parked there quietly, eye-catching yet low-key.
Taking advantage of the few passing students, I immediately got in.
After fastening my seatbelt, I turned my head to say hello to Zhou Qingchuan. But the moment I saw him, I almost couldn't hold back a "holy crap" from bursting out.
Darn it!
Why!
Zhou Qingchuan The name of the spring dream on top of my head has become even more intense!
That's not an evolution version, that's a horror version!
Can't he just watch TV for a while at night? Why does he have to have erotic dreams every day? Isn't he afraid of kidney deficiency?
I'm roaring inside.
Zhou Qingchuan started the car, glanced at me, and asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well?"
I swallowed countless words of frustration and asked him casually, "Professor, what do you do every evening?"
"Writing a teaching report, preparing lecture notes for the next day's class, and meeting with graduate students."
A rather serious and uninteresting academic night.
But I don't believe it at all.
I didn't give up and continued to ask with a fake smile, "Apart from work, what do you do in your personal life?"
"Before, there was nothing in the way of emotions, but now there is."
I was skeptical, "Why?"
Do you have a specific time frame for your damn spring dreams?
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