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No, it wasn’t just because her fingertips had collided with a big guy that she blushed . Even if Eastern girls were shy, she had, after all, been a reporter for quite some time.
Her panic was all because of those lingering gazes from afar.
Thinking about how she would have to find a way to meet him alone after class, she was so nervous she didn’t know what to do.
"Thank you," Shi Nian said sincerely.
Mark tilted his head to look at the schedule she was holding: "No classes next? Coincidentally, our professor is also on leave, how about I take you for a walk around the campus and show you the places you’re unfamiliar with?"
Shi Nian was at a loss as to how to refuse.
Unexpectedly, Tang Yanqing called out from the podium: "New student, stay after class for a moment. If you want to continue my class, you’ll need to pass my exam."
Shi Nian looked over in confusion.
Seeing this, Mark chuckled softly to reassure her: "Don’t worry, it’s only a routine. Initially, no one enrolled in this class, but after one session, the department’s office was nearly overrun. To ensure the fairness of course selection, the department allows the professor to conduct a selection test."
Shi Nian was also taken aback: "So, the 20 students here all passed his interview?"
"That’s right." Mark smiled, revealing his neatly aligned, handsome teeth: "Textual analysis requires deducing a person’s psychology from their words and expressions, so it requires sharp observation and considerable insight. The professor said not everyone has this aptitude, so he would rather have no one than the wrong students, thus he only accepts 20 students."
Shi Nian’s heart followed suit, lifting up in anxiety: "Is the test difficult?"
Mark shrugged: "It’s not a formal test, just the professor asking you to observe his expression and then infer his thoughts at that moment. It’s actually very simple, just a basic test."
With slight regret, Mark took his leave, and the classroom was left with only the two of them.
Shi Nian suddenly felt so nervous that she needed to take deep breaths to calm her heart. But deep breathing in itself revealed her emotions to him.
He looked at her for a moment, then turned around and walked to the door, closed it tightly.
Shi Nian instinctively gasped softly: "Why are you closing the door?"
The classroom was an old building, and the door was thick and heavy, with no windows. Closing the door seemed to isolate them from the outside world.
He ignored her question, closed the door, and then leisurely turned his gaze towards her.
"Why are you so nervous?"
He said as he strolled over leisurely.
The classroom, although not small, was no match for his long strides. In just a few steps, he stood in front of her, hands in his pockets, looking down at her with relaxed eyes, as if enjoying the panic on her face.
"What I mean is..." Shi Nian carefully organized her words: "After all, it’s just the two of us in the classroom. It doesn’t seem quite appropriate."
He laughed: "Little girl, tell me the truth... why don’t you just admit you’re afraid that my desire for you will suddenly burst out and I’ll... eat you right in the classroom?"
Shi Nian quietly clenched her fists: "Mr. Tang, please stop joking, alright? Even if you’re pretending to be a professor, you should at least act like one on campus, right?"
He raised an eyebrow, laughing silently: "Pretending? Who said my professor persona is a guise?"
It was her turn to gape: "Isn’t it a facade?"
How could it be! She had a "real pseudo-identity," how could he not be pretending?
Tang Yanqing shrugged: "I am now the youngest decorated Chinese detective in the police force of this state, and even nationwide. Over the years, I’ve been collaborating with the Eastern Research Center at Kangchuan University, and have published several books... So, I have long been their visiting professor. I just used to only do collaborative research and refused to teach classes."
He twirled on his heel: "It’s only this academic year that I formally agreed to offer an elective course. But it’s not that I love being a professor, the reason you also know..."
His gaze clouded over once again.
Shi Nian’s breath hitched.
God, he really was a bona fide professor?
It’s just... when he was with her, he didn’t carry the slightest air of authority as an officer or the seriousness of a professor.
She quickly lowered her head to avoid his gaze: "Oh, sorry, Professor T."
Only then did he smile with satisfaction: "Well, are you ready for the test?"
Shi Nian was taken aback: "Are there really exams? Me too?"
He looked over innocently: "Why can’t you be tested?"
"Those 20 students, each of them underwent my personal interview before they could get a seat in this classroom. When you go back tonight, they are bound to ask you what you were tested on. If you fumble unable to answer, are you going to reveal your identity?"