Tang Yanqi doesn’t have a photographic memory. For people she doesn’t care about, she typically needs to interact a few times before remembering them.
Seeing the person greet her, Tang Yanqi nodded with a smile, but saw the person take out a notebook from their bag: "Yanxi, returning this to you. I’ve finished copying notes. Thanks for your notebook."
Hearing that, Tang Yanqi remembered who she was. After all, in the professor’s office, they hadn’t said much. Li Jingjing simply left after saying goodbye. As she brushed past Tang Yanqi, a certain smell made Tang Yanqi instinctively frown.
A not-so-pleasant smell. Tang Yanqi’s first thought was, is this girl rotten?
But she didn’t think much more about it as it wasn’t her concern. Sitting down in the chair opposite the professor, Tang Yanqi placed her research topic report on the table: "Hello, Professor. Here are some topics I’ve compiled, along with reasons for wanting to choose them."
Professor Zuo looked quite amiable, possibly because his eyes were small and he was a bit chubby. When he smiled, there was always a slightly sleazy and lecherous vibe about him.
He turned and grabbed a paper cup to fill with hot water for Tang Yanqi: "No need to be nervous. I’m just looking to understand your grasp of the thesis."
After speaking, Professor Zuo began to seriously review Tang Yanqi’s topics. Although Tang Yanqi was a top student, sitting opposite was an esteemed professor in the field of economics. Even with her thorough preparation, he could still point out issues.
After quickly browsing through, Professor Zuo expressed his views succinctly, identifying the problems and pros and cons of each topic. Tang Yanqi calmly kept her composure but was inwardly surprised. Clearly, she was still lacking. Many issues pointed out by the professor were apparent, yet she hadn’t realized them before.
Focused on analyzing the professor’s words, Tang Yanqi immersed herself in her notes, completely unaware that the man originally seated at the desk had stood up at some point and circled around to her side.
The office had the air conditioning on, and the air was quite dry. Tang Yanqi looked at her topics, pursed her lips, took a small sip of water from the cup next to her, and continued reading.
About five minutes later, her shoulder was suddenly grabbed, forcing her to lurch forward as someone pressed against her. Tang Yanqi’s brow furrowed quickly because this position was far from appropriate. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fıre·net
"Professor? What are you doing?"
"Hehe, Tang, why be so serious? Whether your thesis passes is up to me, don’t you think?"
Tang Yanqi’s frown deepened, recalling a previous conversation with Qi Cheng and others. Meanwhile, she felt a hand moving towards her chest, making her nauseous. She exerted all her strength to break free, grabbing a handful of pens from the desk’s pen holder and turned towards the person behind her, eyes cold: "Professor, please behave!"
"Hehe, turns out it’s a little wildcat. I like it."
While speaking, the man had already undone two buttons of his shirt. This action can be attractive, but it depends on the person. On a handsome guy, it’s a walking hormone; on the person in front of her... it’s stomach-churning.
Tang Yanqi’s brow furrowed even deeper. Her eyes were cold and piercing, her mind racing with thoughts of how to escape.