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Looking into the pair of misty eyes in his arms and hearing the confident "I'll take care of you," Zhang Yan felt a chord gently plucked in his heart.

He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"Okay, you'll take care of me."

"But at least let this 'pretty boy' go out and earn some face for you, right?"

Nie Qingcheng blinked, somewhat puzzled.

Zhang Yan pinched the tip of her pert nose and slowly explained, "Think about it, when people talk about me in the future, is it better to say 'that good-for-nothing who was raised at home by Nie Qingcheng and couldn't even finish college,' or 'that genius who graduated first in the entire department, won several international awards, and was eventually lured home by Nie Qingcheng'?"

Nie Qingcheng was stunned.

She had to admit that the latter one did make her look more prestigious.

She enjoys being looked at with insane envy, with people saying that she is not only rich and powerful, but also has the best taste in men.

"Then...then you need to come back right away after class."

She pouted, like a little girl whose favorite toy had been snatched away, and reluctantly let go, stating her final condition.

"it is good."

Zhang Yan smiled and agreed, finally managing to escape from that magical sofa.

……

The next day, Monday.

When Zhang Yan walked into dormitory 302 with a backpack, Wang Hao was slumped in a chair, sighing as he stared at the green K-line chart of funds on his computer screen.

Hearing the door open, he glanced back listlessly.

next second.

Holy crap!

Wang Hao sprang up from his chair like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. His large body displayed an agility that was disproportionate to his size, and he rushed to Zhang Yan in one stride.

He scrutinized Zhang Yan from head to toe, his gaze as if he were looking at a living fossil who had been missing for almost ten days and then suddenly returned on his own.

"Yan... Brother Yan? You... you're still alive?"

Zhang Yan: "..."

"You're finally back!"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Hao grabbed his arm, his face filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster. "You have no idea what I went through while you were gone!"

"I can't eat or sleep every day, I'm terrified of seeing you on the news one day!"

Zhang Yan looked at him with amusement: "What did you see in me?"

"I saw you get kidnapped and murdered!"

Wang Hao cried out with a mournful face, "Think about it, you swindled over fifty million! That's over fifty million! What if some unscrupulous bookmaker targets you and kidnaps you and rips you out?"

Zhang Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the kidney is still there."

"That's good, that's good..."

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, but then his small eyes lit up with a burning gossip spirit.

He pulled Zhang Yan aside, lowered his voice, and wore a lewd yet curious smile.

"Brother Yan, tell me honestly, during your week-long disappearance, did you spend some alone time with that person?"

"What gift did you give that person for their birthday? What treasure did you find inside that 30 million yuan stone? Was it really imperial jadeite?"

"Was the scene particularly grand? Was it like a scene from a movie, with helicopters towing banners and rose petals raining down from the sky?"

Faced with his barrage of probing questions, Zhang Yan simply took out his textbook from his bag and calmly uttered two words.

"Attend class."

After saying that, she walked out of the dormitory amidst Wang Hao's heart-wrenching wails.

……

On the way from the dormitory building to the teaching building, Zhang Tan clearly felt that he had become the focus of the entire campus.

Along the way, almost everyone who passed by him would subconsciously stop and point at his back with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and even a bit of fear.

"Look! It's him!"

"Which one?"

"That guy with the backpack! My god, he looks so handsome in person, you'd never guess he's the kind of guy who can shatter backboards!"

A girl pretended to fix her hair, but secretly raised her phone and quickly pressed the shutter button on Zhang Yan's back.

"I got it! I got it! I'm going to post it on the school wall! The title will be 'That man, he's back!'"

"I heard that Li Zifeng is still in the hospital. He has some mental problems and goes crazy when he sees anything red."

"Serves him right! Who told him to mess with the wrong people? You guys didn't see it, the sight of five Maybachs driving into the school that day, their aura was simply incredible!"

These whispers reached Zhang Yan's ears without missing a single word.

His face remained expressionless, and he didn't pause in his steps, as if the discussions had nothing to do with him.

He walked into the lecture hall, where quite a few people were already seated.

The moment he stepped into the classroom, the previously noisy environment fell silent for a moment.

All eyes turned to them.

Zhang Yan ignored the stares, walked straight to an empty seat in the back row, put down his backpack, and sat down.

Soon, the school bell rang.

The professor who taught this course, "Advanced Mathematics," was an elderly man with gray hair and reading glasses, known for his strictness at the school. His surname was Liu.

Professor Liu walked onto the podium with his lesson plan in hand, adjusted his glasses, and habitually glanced at the entire audience.

When his gaze fell on the quiet figure in the back row, he paused slightly.

Then, under the astonished gazes of the entire class, the old professor, who usually wouldn't even bother to glance at the class representative, actually stepped down from the podium himself.

He walked past rows of desks and went straight to Zhang Yan.

The classroom was eerily quiet; everyone held their breath, thinking that this "failure rate killer" was going to cause trouble for Zhang Yan.

After all, Zhang Yan had been skipping his classes for almost a week.

However, what Professor Liu said next made everyone's jaws drop to the floor.

"You're Zhang Yan, right?"

Professor Liu's tone was unexpectedly gentle, even tinged with concern, "I heard from Principal Wang a few days ago that you weren't feeling well. Are you feeling better now?"

Zhang Yan stood up and nodded politely: "Much better, thank you for your concern, Professor Liu."

"That's good, that's good."

Professor Liu smiled kindly and said, "Young man, studying is important, but your health is even more important."

"If you feel unwell or have anything important to do in the future, you can call me directly to ask for leave without going through those complicated procedures."

After saying that, he patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder before turning around and walking back to the podium.

The entire classroom was deathly silent.

All the students looked at Zhang Yan as if he were a monster.

Is this the same Professor Liu who barely speaks ten words a semester, never highlights key points before exams, and treats students like they don't exist?

This attitude is way too...respectful, isn't it?

The students sitting in the front row looked at each other, their faces filled with jealousy and confusion.

They study hard, review and prepare, and eagerly answer questions in class, all in order to become familiar with the professor and get a higher participation grade at the end of the semester.

As a result, the professor not only did not criticize the student for missing a week of classes, but also took the initiative to come over and ask about their well-being, and even gave them the privilege of "taking leave at any time"!

The difference between people is just too great!

Zhang Yan sat down again, opened his textbook, and seemed oblivious to the envious and jealous looks around him.

The class passed slowly in this eerie atmosphere.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhang Yan closed his book, prepared to pack his things, and rushed back to Cloudtop Manor as soon as possible.

However, he had just stood up.

A girl in a white dress, with long flowing hair and a gentle demeanor, blocked the way in front of his seat.

The girl's appearance made the students, who were already preparing to leave the classroom, stop in their tracks once again.

"Lin...Lin Qingxue? The president of the music club?"

"Why is she here? And she just came to block the door!"

"My God, what's going on now?!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, whose gossip-loving souls were burning brightly, Lin Qingxue's beautiful face was flushed with just the right amount of blush, and she exuded a heartfelt appreciation.

She looked at Zhang Yan, bowed slightly, and then handed him a beautifully crafted invitation with both hands.

"Hello, junior Zhang Yan."

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring.

"I am Lin Qingxue, the president of the school music club. On behalf of all the members of the music club, I sincerely invite you..."

She paused, her bright eyes sparkling with anticipation.

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