At this moment, the lecture hall was almost full. The once empty and deserted classroom was now filled with the intoxicating scent of youth. The clatter of computer keyboards, the sound of joking conversations, the blaring of short videos, and the sounds of King of Glory mingled together.
Yet, no one noticed that an ice-cold statue had appeared at the entrance of the lecture hall. Hán Qiānyán's mouth was agape, forming an 'O' large enough to fit a whole egg. "Song...
Song... Song Wǎn'ān?!!!!" Hán Qiānyán rubbed his eyes with his slender fingers, opening them as wide as he could.
He had seen clearly. It really was Song Wǎn'ān! The crazy woman from last night!
A sense of foreboding rose in Hán Qiānyán's heart. Could this crazy woman be so insane as to follow him all the way to university? Hán Qiānyán even imagined that this crazy woman, in order to get him, had taken out the professor of Investment Studies on her way to follow him.
Then, she would have taken on the identity of the Investment Studies professor and come to the teaching building to lecture. Then, she would have arranged to 'accidentally' run into him. A suspense thriller unfolded in Hán Qiānyán's mind.
While Hán Qiānyán was still in shock, the muscular, tanned, square-faced young man next to him nudged him with his elbow. "Classmate, your Investment Studies professor is quite good-looking." "You...
you're not from our department?" "Oh, oh, I'm from the Computer Science department. I heard that quantitative investment is very popular now, so I wanted to audit your classes at Ling Yuan."
"The more beautiful, the more dangerous," Hán Qiānyán said coldly, a single sentence. His mind involuntarily recalled the scene from last night at Zǐjùn Huáfǔ, where Security Guard Brother Li was beaten up by this crazy woman, Song Wǎn'ān. The burly, square-faced young man beside him wanted to strike up a conversation with Hán Qiānyán.
After standing at the door for a moment, the crazy woman, Song Wǎn'ān, walked in with a click-clack of her high heels. She was followed by a suited thug. Hán Qiānyán recognized him as Assistant Wu, who had helped Song Wǎn'ān deal with the traffic accident on the ring road last night.
The classroom was still as lively as a marketplace, with the air filled with the hormones of youth in every corner. No one could sense that danger had quietly arrived. Assistant Wu skillfully took out a laptop from his backpack and placed two Investment Studies textbooks on the podium.
Then, Song Wǎn'ān waved for Assistant Wu to leave. Today, Song Wǎn'ān looked completely different from the crazy woman with slightly disheveled hair and expression last night. She exuded a rational, professional aura.
Song Wǎn'ān was wearing a dark gray, fitted suit, with a light beige silk shirt underneath. The collar buttons were undone, revealing her beautifully contoured collarbone and slender neck. The lace beneath the silk shirt was faintly visible, seemingly designed to tease the hormone-fueled male university students in front of her.
She wore a high-waisted pencil skirt, slightly short, accentuating her long legs. Ultra-thin black stockings covered her slender legs, and her feet were encased in pointed black stilettos with red soles. Her gaze was sharp as a razor blade, and her high nose bridge was slightly upturned.
She had a cold, stunning, and unapproachable demeanor. The male university student from the Computer Science department sitting next to Hán Qiānyán stared at Song Wǎn'ān like a pervert. "Looks like sitting in the front row today was the right choice, otherwise I would have missed out on the benefit of beautiful legs in stockings~" the Computer Science student muttered softly.
Hán Qiānyán, with his sensitive hearing, overheard him. Never mind, these people haven't seen Song Wǎn'ān's crazy behavior; they've just been fooled by her angelic appearance. You can't save someone who's bent on destruction!
Song Wǎn'ān's icy gaze swept across the lecture hall, her thin red lips curling into a peculiar arc. Hán Qiānyán's casual gaze happened to meet Song Wǎn'ān's sharp eyes. Confirmed, it was her!
That was the look she had given me last night, intending to force me, a male university student. It's over, it's over. She's actually followed me to my classroom.
Hán Qiānyán now truly regretted sitting in the front row. It felt as if Song Wǎn'ān would charge down from the podium in the next second, grab Hán Qiānyán by the neck with her slender fingers, and ask him: "Why didn't you accept my offer last night?!" Fortunately, this was all just Hán Qiānyán's imagination; nothing happened.
Song Wǎn'ān's gaze lingered on Hán Qiānyán only briefly, without much entanglement. Hán Qiānyán immediately averted his gaze as well, not wanting any further interaction with this crazy woman. Yet, the classroom remained noisy.
As long as one person spoke, a flock of voices would soon follow. Because you always feel like everyone else is talking, so you feel free to join in. But when a classroom is extremely quiet, no one dares to speak.
Because in a very quiet environment, one person speaking will break the tranquil atmosphere. Although Song Wǎn'ān was beautiful, people didn't recognize her. They thought she was just some lecturer who had walked into the wrong classroom, and they felt this was their free time before the previous Investment Studies professor arrived.
However, Song Wǎn'ān's attire did attract many male university students' perverted gazes. For example, the computer science student next to Hán Qiānyán had not looked away from Song Wǎn'ān's long legs in black stockings since she first appeared at the entrance of the lecture hall. Song Wǎn'ān pulled out several bricks of red banknotes from the bag Assistant Wu had brought over.
One brick of cash, a solid 10,000 yuan. Then she locked onto a group of male students in the middle row who were talking loudly. *Slap~* Song Wǎn'ān forcefully threw the brick of money.
The parabola of its trajectory seemed to have been precisely calculated. The money brick landed precisely on the desk in front of the student. It made a loud noise.
Some students, not knowing what was happening, immediately ducked and covered their heads, shouting "fire the hole!" thinking someone had thrown a grenade. This comical act caused a roar of laughter throughout the classroom.
This was purely a residual effect of playing too many Battle Royale games. After the laughter subsided, the noise level in the entire classroom instantly dropped by half. The student stared blankly at the thick stack of red banknotes on his desk.
The mouth that had been speaking loudly instantly stopped. He looked up and met Song Wǎn'ān's cold and sharp gaze from the podium. Song Wǎn'ān, in her red-soled pointed stilettos, walked down from the podium step by step, unhurriedly.
The sound of her heels felt like it was stepping on everyone's heartbeat. The entire classroom instantly fell silent. It was like a piece of red-hot iron being doused with ice water, cooling instantly.
The male student who had been talking loudly just moments ago stared at the stack of red banknotes in front of him and the imposing Song Wǎn'ān walking towards him, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Song Wǎn'ān was about 1.7 meters tall, and with her 10-centimeter heels, she was considered quite tall for a woman in the south. Her commanding presence, sharp gaze, and the several thick stacks of cash held in her slender fingers made everyone present hold their breath in fear.
Hán Qiānyán couldn't help but turn back curiously. The long black-stocking-clad legs, encased by the high-waisted pencil skirt, were alluring to the max. What exactly did this crazy woman want?
Did she intend to knock that student unconscious with a brick of money and drag him out? Hán Qiānyán shivered. Based on his brief understanding of this crazy woman, such a thing was not impossible.
Song Wǎn'ān stopped in the middle of the classroom, in front of the student who had been boasting loudly earlier. At this moment, the entire lecture hall was so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. It felt as if everyone in the lecture hall could hear the male student's heartbeat.
Song Wǎn'ān looked down at the student, who had his head lowered, from her superior vantage point. Song Wǎn'ān spoke, her voice like steel plates covered in fresh snow, with a chilling clarity that cut through the air, as if capable of freezing the breath of those around her. "Classmate, what is your name?"
The situation was like being caught playing on your phone in the back row during high school evening study, being grabbed by the patrolling dean, and then being asked for your name in front of the entire class – an awkward, mortifying experience. The student immediately reacted instinctively and announced his name. "Li...
Li Xiūwén." *Slap~ Slap~ Slap~* Song Wǎn'ān placed the three bricks of money she was holding onto Li Xiūwén's desk. Students in the back row even stood up to watch the drama unfold.
All eyes in the classroom were fixed on Song Wǎn'ān and the student in the center of the lecture hall. Hán Qiānyán was silent. Hán Qiānyán was afraid.
Hán Qiānyán was shocked. She must be doing this because I didn't accept her part-time job offer last night, deliberately flashing money in front of other male students to make me jealous. Yes.
It must be like this. Hán Qiānyán couldn't help but think. Indeed, she was the crazy woman from last night.
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