Final exams are always a nightmare for college students.
Even at Donghai University, a prestigious institution in Jiangbei, there’s always a bunch of slackers cramming at the last minute, burying their noses in textbooks.
An Yi sprawled lazily in his seat, deliberately flaunting the pair of flip-flops worth a whopping 250 bucks.
"An Yi, why are you wearing flip-flops here?" Qin Shan couldn’t help but comment upon spotting them.
Wearing flip-flops was downright disrespectful to the sacred halls of learning at Donghai University!
This was a place for serious study—how could anyone be so casual?
With that thought, he discreetly pulled his hand back from scratching his foot under the desk and stuffed his bare foot back into his sneakers.
At least wear proper shoes!
An Yi’s eyebrows shot up the moment Qin Shan mentioned his footwear. "Not expensive at all, just 250 bucks. Honestly, I don’t even bother with those ten or fifteen-yuan flip-flops."
Qin Shan grimaced. "Uh, I wasn’t asking about the price… and you didn’t even peel off the tag."
"Oops, my bad," An Yi replied nonchalantly, making the glaring "250" price tag even more conspicuous.
"An Yi, are you even cut out for this? You’ve skipped so many classes the advisor’s got her eye on you. If you flunk this, well… come summer break, I might just be your senior," Liu Dachao teased with a smirk.
Textbook in hand, An Yi’s eyes darted across the highlighted sections. "There’s still an hour before the exam. Plenty of time."
Liu Dachao gave a thumbs-up. "Confident, huh? But Bai Xiu’s on another level—he claims he studied in his dreams."
An Yi glanced at Bai Xiu, who was slumped behind him, dead asleep, and frowned slightly.
Lately, this guy who used to be just another ordinary roommate seemed… different.
After sleeping for days on end, he’d somehow become a hacking prodigy out of nowhere.
According to Liu Dachao and Qin Shan, during that one P.E. class where the campus belle Ye Sisi showed up in white pants, a black casual top, limited-edition Wang Ning sneakers, and a high ponytail to play tennis for half an hour—
Bai Xiu had fallen asleep standing up. The furious P.E. teacher dragged him out and made him run laps and sprint.
Half-asleep, eyes still shut, he shattered the school’s decade-old sprinting record.
Everyone was stunned.
The P.E. teacher even camped outside their dorm for days, begging Bai Xiu to join the track team.
Yeah, something was definitely off about this guy. An Yi made a mental note to investigate later.
The exam papers were handed out.
An Yi skimmed through them.
Hmm. Not exactly a breeze.
But scraping a passing 60%? Doable.
A few quick scribbles later, he was done.
To avoid standing out, he lingered until most of the class had left before lazily shuffling out of the exam hall.
"An Yi! An Yi! The new advisor wants to see you," called a bespectacled, mild-mannered guy who looked every bit the model student.
An Yi gave him a once-over. "Who are you?"
The entire class fell silent.
Liu Dachao discreetly elbowed him. "That’s our class monitor."
An Yi suddenly realized, "Oh, right, the class monitor! No wonder you looked familiar."
The class monitor adjusted his black-framed glasses and said, "Go meet the new counselor. She seems to have something to discuss with you."
"New counselor? Me?"
An Yi frowned slightly.
Could it be about repeating a grade? Sure, he skipped classes often, but he did show up occasionally. This couldn’t be happening!
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao, upon hearing that An Yi was being summoned by the counselor, grew visibly excited.
Liu Dachao, in particular, was as eager as a wolf: "Monitor, did the counselor ask for me too? I’ve been having some personal issues lately and could really use her advice."
The class monitor smirked. "Nope, just An Yi."
"Man, you’re lucky!"
Bai Xiu, yawning as he walked out of the exam hall, patted An Yi’s shoulder.
An Yi grinned. "What’s the big deal? Getting called in by the counselor is like winning the lottery? Is she some kind of beauty?"
"You’ll know once you see her."
After asking around, An Yi arrived at the counselor’s office.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze, his eyes glued to the figure before him, swallowing hard.
Even from behind, the sight was mesmerizing—chestnut-brown hair with slightly curled ends, a professional outfit, bent over as she tended to the office plants.
Her curves were nothing short of alluring: slender waist, legs sheathed in black stockings, and a perfectly rounded silhouette accentuated by her posture.
This devilish figure was practically hypnotic!
"Excuse me, is this Teacher Yan…?"
An Yi asked politely.
The woman in the figure-hugging professional attire slowly turned around.
When he saw her face, An Yi was stunned.
She was undeniably beautiful—flawless porcelain skin, delicate features, and a pair of frameless glasses that added an intellectual charm.
But it wasn’t just her looks that left him speechless.
Qin Yao, Shen Muxuan, Lan Ruoxi—they were all stunning in their own right.
The real shock was… this woman was Yan Zhi!
The same woman from the Law Enforcement Bureau!
"Well, well, An Yi. Long time no see."
Yan Zhi smiled at him, greeting him casually.
"Y-Yan… Chief? What are you doing here?"
An Yi was baffled.
Wasn’t she a law enforcer? Why had she suddenly become his counselor?
"At school, call me Yan Zhi. I’m your counselor now," she said firmly.
An Yi felt his brain short-circuit.
He couldn’t process this.
What was she after?
Why would a high-ranking officer ditch the Law Enforcement Bureau to teach at Donghai University?
"I know you have questions, but you don’t need all the answers."
Yan Zhi brushed it off.
Her presence at Donghai University was part of a mission assigned by higher-ups.
Recently, suspicious financial activities had been popping up across Jiangbei City.
All leads pointed to Donghai University.
To crack the case, Yan Zhi had volunteered to go undercover.
Of course, she also had some secondary tasks.
For instance, keeping an eye on Lin Chen, the elite soldier of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group, as well as the notorious and recently infamous An Yi.
The higher-ups were paying close attention to these two, and dispatching Yan Zhi here was partly to ensure these two ticking time bombs behaved themselves and didn’t stir up trouble on campus.
"Oh, so… Yan—ahem, Professor Yan, what did you need me for?"
An Yi asked with a headache.
This woman—she was the last person he wanted to see! No contest!
"Nothing much. I just wanted to meet you. Thanks to your and Lin Chen’s outstanding performance in capturing the notorious A-rank assassins—Blue Shark, Tiger Cannon, and Wolf Eye—I called you here to personally thank you on behalf of the Law Enforcement Bureau."
Yan Zhi said with a serious yet smiling expression.
An Yi’s lips twitched. Of course, there was no hiding it. He should’ve known better than to run—now he’d missed his chance to meet that billionaire.
"Alright, thanks received. Professor Yan, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now."
An Yi forced a smile, eager to get out of there as soon as possible.
Yan Zhi was about to nod when her gaze flickered to the office doorway, where a refined young man holding a bouquet of flowers stood waiting.
That persistent pest!
Annoyance flashed across Yan Zhi’s face, but she couldn’t just punch him—after all, her current identity was a university professor, not a trigger-happy law enforcer!
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
