"It's Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan is here at the school," the young female professor beside him replied.
As she spoke with the older professor, she strained her eyes to catch a glimpse of Lin Xuan.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan was surrounded by a dense crowd, making it impossible for her to see him.
If she didn’t have to maintain her professional demeanor as a professor, she would have rushed over without hesitation.
"Ah, it’s Lin Xuan. That explains it," the elderly professor adjusted his glasses and nodded knowingly.
Even someone as old-fashioned as him had to admit that Lin Xuan was undeniably charismatic.
If he were a woman in her twenties, he might have been among those crowding around Lin Xuan too.
The shadow guards assigned to protect Lin Xuan clicked their tongues in amazement.
"Mr. Lin’s popularity is on par with a celebrity’s, isn’t it?"
Shangqing University was one of Xia Country’s top institutions. Most of these students would go on to become elites in society—rational and not easily swayed by fan culture.
Even if a top-tier celebrity visited Shangqing, it wouldn’t cause this much of a stir.
"Exactly. Good thing our boss doesn’t require us to report Mr. Lin’s whereabouts. Otherwise, seeing all these women fawning over him would’ve made her insanely jealous," one of the bodyguards remarked with relief.
Lin Xuan walked toward the academic building.
The infatuated female students, however, sobered up the moment they noticed the suggestive bite mark on his neck.
They had to restrain themselves.
Lin Xuan was Boss Su’s man—someone they absolutely couldn’t afford to mess with.
At this realization, the girls swallowed hard and took several steps back.
They couldn’t let Boss Su catch even a hint of their interest in Lin Xuan, or they’d face dire consequences.
"So? Now do you get why Boss Su is into him?" a male student asked the transfer student with a raised brow.
"Wait, is Boss Su just into looks?" the transfer student wondered aloud.
"Nah, nah. Look it up—‘Tianmu Group’s CEO’ and ‘the student who solved the Oli Conundrum.’ Then you’ll understand," the male student said with a grin.
The transfer student immediately pulled out his phone and searched.
His eyes widened in shock as he read the results.
"How… how is this even humanly possible?"
Inside the classroom—
"Xuanzi," Wang Dahe frowned. "Why do you always show up to school with such dark circles under your eyes? You should get a health check-up."
"Don’t worry, I’m fine," Lin Xuan replied, shooting him a weary glance.
Every time he came to school, it was to escape Hua and get some rest.
But after a night of intense, prolonged activity, was it any surprise he looked exhausted?
"If you say so," Wang Dahe pressed, his frown deepening. "Xuanzi, don’t tell me Boss Su’s the reason you’re like this again?"
"Yeah."
Lin Xuan pinched the bridge of his nose.
Hua was just too insatiable—and too damn good at seducing him. What could he do?
Wang Dahe sighed. "Xuanzi, if Boss Su’s the cause, I seriously recommend you get checked out."
"Checked for what?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
He was perfectly healthy.
Wang Dahe looked him dead in the eye. "Kidney deficiency."
Lin Xuan kicked him. "Screw off! My kidneys are fine."
Sure, they were overworked, but they were far from weak.
If they were, he wouldn’t have lasted seven days and nights in bed with Hua.
Wang Dahe persisted. "Xuanzi, I’m saying this for your own good. You really should—"
Before he could finish, Lin Xuan’s icy glare shut him up.
"Godson, don’t forget—you work at Tianmu Group. I’m your boss. Keep talking, and I’ll show you what a ruthless employer looks like."
"…I’ll shut up now." Wang Dahe mimed zipping his lips, shuddering.
Damn.
Their dynamic had changed. Xuanzi was the boss now.
With Wang Dahe finally silent, Lin Xuan relished the peace and laid his head on the desk to sleep.
Meanwhile, the professor, thrilled to see Lin Xuan in class, seized the opportunity to present a computer science problem that had stumped him for weeks.
He called on students one by one, but none could solve it.
"Professor, I don’t even have a starting point."
"Professor, I’m clueless too."
The professor scowled. "If you don’t know, sit down."
"I’ve asked five students now, and not one of you has a clue. I’ve never taught such a hopeless batch."
A student raised his hand. "Professor, I know someone who can definitely solve this."
Lin Xuan, just drifting off, felt his temple twitch.
Why did he have a bad feeling about this?
"Who?" the professor asked.
"Lin Xuan!" The student pointed at him, eyes shining with admiration. "He’s a genius. This problem would be child’s play for him."
Lin Xuan: "…"
Why drag him into this? He just wanted a break, not another challenge.
The professor nodded, pleased.
Perfect.
He’d been hoping to get Lin Xuan’s help but didn’t want to make it too obvious. This was his chance.
"Very well. Lin Xuan, please come up and solve this problem."
"Fine."
With a resigned sigh, Lin Xuan walked to the podium and began typing furiously.
The professor gaped.
He’d struggled with this for a month, yet Lin Xuan cracked it in minutes?
At first, the professor tried to follow Lin Xuan’s logic, but the code flew by too fast.
Defeated, he stepped back and simply watched.
Three minutes later, Lin Xuan stopped typing and returned to his seat.
Running on love! Small gifts appreciated!
Spoiler: Hua will come to school to find Xuan later.
Thanks to Lai Shizhongxia, Silver-Haired Overlord, Flowing Moon at Dusk, and other lovely readers for the gifts!
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