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Spring dream
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I suddenly can see other people's spring dream objects.
At first, I was just using it to gossip and watch the show.
Until I saw a name appear above the head of a certain professor who had always been abstinent and aloof.
I took a closer look,
What the heck? How could I be the subject of the professor's spring dream?
After falling flat on the ground in the dorm, I unexpectedly gained a superpower.
Being able to see someone else's spring dream object from last night.
In the entire realm of superpowers, this is quite an explosive existence.
So I started to eat melons like crazy.
The dormitory manager next door is still going strong, dreaming of the dormitory manager of our female dormitory building for several nights in a row.
The stray dog Wangcai, downstairs from the principal's office, has fallen in love with the domestic Ragdoll cat at the school's delivery station. The inter-species love story moves me.
The school security guard has been wearing a different Japanese cap for several days in a row.
He always said he liked me, but the name on his school grass head is that of the school flower. Fortunately, I never agreed to his pursuit.
Of course, those who didn't have a spring dream last night, I just can't see.
Overall, it's only been two days since the start of the semester, and I already know all the ins and outs of love and hate at our university. At first, I only used this superpower to gossip and watch the drama unfold.
Until the first economics class on Thursday, I saw a young professor named Zhou Qingchuan walking into the classroom with a blurry name floating above his head.
Oh?
A usually aloof and restrained professor actually had a spring dream?
If this were to be known, the entire university town would probably experience a magnitude 8 earthquake.
Carrying a shocked, excited, and stimulating mentality of watching the excitement, I squinted my eyes sneakily and focused on it.
The next moment, my expression instantly turned horrified.
"Damn?"
Zhou Qingchuan The name on the top of the head, why does it look so familiar?!
I stared at the very conspicuous "Xiang Xingwan" above Zhou Qingchuan's head, dumbfounded.
I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.
Suddenly, Zhou Qingchuan on the platform lifted his eyelids and looked at me, meeting my gaze. There was still no emotion on his cold and steady face, but it made me shudder and instantly regain my composure.
When I hurriedly lowered my head to avoid his gaze, the sound of death had already begun to ring out.
"Xiang Xingwan, could you give an example of diminishing marginal utility?"
I closed my eyes, feeling no attachment to life.
Damn, it seems that whatever you fear will come to pass.
Facing Zhou Qingchuan's gentle gaze and the sympathetic looks from my roommates, I stood up, my hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
Just like a herbivore facing a carnivore with fear and trepidation.
"For example... our learning process is also a decreasing one... the first class will have a great harvest, the second..."
I stammered in response.
Zhou Qingchuan patiently listened to my long defense.
Nodding his chin, affirming, the "Xiang Xingwan" on his head is quite eye-catching.
"Not bad. But even though this is the last semester you're studying with me, please listen carefully in class. I'll deduct one point from your participation grade. Please take a seat."
There was a little kind laughter in the classroom.
I blushed and sat down, not daring to look at Zhou Qingchuan or the name above his head for the rest of the class.
This is really embarrassing, I finally woke up.
The cold and aloof professor's spring dream object is actually me...
After class, a group of girls as usual surrounded him for questions and answers, quite popular.
While he wasn't paying attention, I grabbed my roommate and rushed to the classroom, as if there was a dog chasing us from behind.
Just as I looked back to check the situation after my narrow escape, I met the gaze of Zhou Qingchuan looking at me.
But before I could slip away, he furrowed his brow and averted his gaze.
My legs went weak for a moment, and I slipped away even more embarrassed.
Zhou Qingchuan, the youngest professor at our university, has already achieved numerous academic honors at just 30 years old, and has published so many papers in SCI that it's like second nature to him.
Add to that his face that looks like he won the genetic lottery, long legs, and an unbelievably high failure rate, and he's driving everyone crazy in the university town.
The female students both love and hate this mature and handsome older man, while the male students wish they could kneel down and call him "dad" to avoid failing the course.
As a person who is obsessed with good-looking people, I shamelessly drooled over him for a few days.
Ever since I overslept and missed a few of his classes last semester, Zhou Qingchuan has made things difficult for me every time in class. It feels like a heavy burden every time I attend his class.
Originally, I used to just go through the motions, but my overall GPA has been forced to improve a lot this semester.
But now, this aloof professor's spring dream object is actually me...
This makes me feel extremely confused and fragmented.
I even started to doubt whether this spring dream has encountered some kind of bug.
I asked my roommate with a frustrated face, "What do you think is the probability of Zhou Qingchuan dreaming about me in a spring dream?"
My roommate looked at me with indescribable expression.
"That probability should be even smaller than Hitler coming back to life on the spot."
Me: ....
I choked for a moment, not knowing how to explain that this rare event actually happened.
My roommate found it amusing and said cheerfully, "If I were the professor's spring dream object, why would I still study economics? I'd just seduce him directly."
I was taken aback, then suddenly realized and slapped my thigh.
Right, since Zhou Qingchuan can dream of me in his spring dream, I'll take the opportunity to get close to him and get through this annoying economics course first.
After I go out for an internship next semester, I will hardly have any interaction with him, and I may never see him again in my life.
By then, love whoever you want.
With an extremely nervous and secretive feeling, I secretly found Zhou Qingchuan's WeChat on the school confession wall.
After all, his group of fan girls can even figure out his measurements, let alone his contact information.
I organized my wording a bit and applied to add you as a friend.
【Teacher Zhou Hello, I am Xiang Xingwan, a junior student majoring in statistics. I have something to ask for your advice.】
Until the Friday afternoon economics class, Zhou Qingchuan still hadn't responded to my friend request.
I sat in the classroom, staring perplexedly at the silent WeChat interface.
Did those fan girls get the contact information wrong??
At this moment, the classroom, which was just noisy, suddenly quieted down.
When I subconsciously looked up, I saw Zhou Qingchuan walking up to the platform with a handsome face.
Wearing a white shirt, suit pants, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose, he looked quite refined and restrained.
Made a few girls' eyes go straight, drooling.
My gaze immediately moved to the top of his head.
Only saw the three words "Xiang Xingwan" on the top of my head, thicker and darker than yesterday, it's like an evolved version.
I suddenly felt as confused as an elderly person on the subway trying to use a cellphone.
No, what does Zhou Qingchuan want to do in the end?
The spring dream is every night, but the friend request is ignored.
Are you trying to play hard to get with me here?
The young but steady professor leaned lazily against the lectern, speaking softly about a certain economic principle.
The originally profound and abstruse theoretical knowledge, when explained in his deep and pleasant voice, was listened to very attentively by the students below.
Except for me.
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