Jiang Shuyi chose to apply to the college where Professor Wen was based for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

The first time Jiang Shuyi saw Professor Wen was at a recruitment fair at H University.

At that time, the recruitment fair at H University was held in February, still in winter.

Jiang Shuyi had gone to accompany her classmates.

In fact, recruitment fairs often leave a bland impression.

Each department typically invited a professor to give a speech.

These professors come from various faculties, including the Faculty of Mathematics and the Faculty of Astronomy.

Regardless of the subject they teach, their speeches are captivating, infused with a romantic quality that draws listeners in, making them feel the allure of the discipline, as if every word could gently guide students into the realm of learning.

After several professors had finished their speeches, Professor Wen took the stage.

She was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater.

Her hair was neatly styled in a bun at the back of her head, and she walked elegantly and calmly onto the podium in high heels, adjusting the microphone with a professional demeanor.

Jiang Shuyi watched her movements, thinking it was rare for someone to look so graceful while adjusting a microphone.

She felt a spark of interest in this unknown teacher and sat up straight to look at the podium.

"I am Wen Yao from the School of Life and Medicine."

The woman's cool, clear voice resonated softly in the auditorium.

Though her voice was not loud, it had a magnetic pull that made people want to listen.

Professor Wen did not hold a script, her gaze casually drifted to the distance, as if she spoke whatever came to mind.

"I believe those who wish to apply to my department have already heard."

"Our department is 'very difficult to graduate from,' and there are certainly people who advise you not to enter our program."

Jiang Shuyi thought she would say 'but' or some other transitional phrase, but Professor Wen nodded and continued in her cold voice:

"Those who advise you are correct, indeed, it's best not to come."

As soon as she said this, the students in the audience began to chatter, while the professors behind her wore expressions of familiarity with the situation.

Professor Wen paid no mind to the students' reactions, crossing her arms.

"As for those students who still want to come to my department after hearing that, I ask you to reconsider."

"Life and medicine is a course closely related to human life safety, and in my view, there is not a single interesting subject in our curriculum."

Her expression showed no change, she appeared very resolute.

"Just now, Professor Chen said he could bring you romance through astronomy, and Professor Zhang said he could enhance your literacy through history."

"You might think I would say something similar, but unfortunately, the teachers in my department cannot offer you anything."

"By the way, I personally find the astronomy and history departments much more interesting."

Professor Chen and Professor Zhang, who were mentioned, smiled slightly from a distance, as if to say, 'See, choosing our department is the right choice.'

"Life is very short, you will spend the most precious time of your life in university."

"Please take a moment to consider whether there are more important things in your life than spending six years in my department."

After Professor Wen coldly finished speaking, she walked off the podium without looking back, leaving behind the sound of her high heels echoing coldly.

Jiang Shuyi watched the woman walk down the stairs with an air of confidence, unable to react for a long time.

Students who applied to the School of Life and Medicine after hearing that speech were undoubtedly those with a genuine pursuit of medicine.

But Jiang Shuyi knew clearly that she was not one of them.

She was simply captivated by the moment she first heard that seemingly cold professor speak, a feeling that tugged at her heartstrings.

It was an impulsive decision without much thought.

With such a mindset, being a student is inadequate

If she were to say she regretted it, she certainly had felt regret.

However, she might have regretted it many times, claiming she regretted it many times, but in reality, she had never regretted becoming Wen Yao's student.

---

If she were to say what she regretted the most, it would be the time she went to seminar in UK.

"Where are the documents?" Professor Wen asked as Jiang Shuyi hurried in.

Jiang Shuyi looked around and realized the documents were missing.

She took a deep breath, "... I think I left them in the taxi."

". . ." Professor Wen quietly took off her glasses and looked at Jiang Shuyi in silence.

Jiang Shuyi felt the world around her turn dark, she was truly ashamed.

That day, she stood in the stairwell of the conference hall, being scolded mercilessly by Professor Wen.

Professor Wen had always been cold when guiding her, but she had never seen her this angry.

Professor Wen's sarcastic remarks were not something an ordinary person could withstand, she scolded Jiang Shuyi for a full half hour.

Jiang Shuyi understood that she was the most incompetent student among Professor Wen's students.

However, during that scolding, even people outside the stairwell could hear it. Whether they were students or assistants from other universities, or the red-uniformed janitor passing by, they all looked at Jiang Shuyi with sympathetic eyes.

This made Jiang Shuyi feel extremely guilty and uneasy.

But what hurt the most was that evening when she went to the professor's office, where Professor Wen had left her with the words:

"It was also my mistake to entrust everything to you."

". . ."

That day, no one at the conference spoke to Jiang Shuyi.

Perhaps they were trying to consider her feelings, or maybe they thought someone like her didn't deserve any concern.

She really wanted to leave that place immediately, to go back home, and to give up studying under Wen Yao.

However, she still didn't leave. Gritting her teeth, she stayed at the conference until the last day, working hard and studying relentlessly.

She understood that once she returned, she would have nothing left.

---

Jiang Shuyi realized that she didn't actually have any love for medicine, her studies were merely a form of affection for the people involved.

This was fatal for her learning.

Learning sustained by such feelings was truly insincere.

As Professor Wen said, life is very short, and she had wasted the most precious time of her life in college.

During this most precious time, she spent all her time looking at Professor Wen.

In all that time, she regarded Wen Yao as her goal.

Real life is not like a game with a set endpoint.

Instead, everything seems to have no end.

Just like learning has no end, communication between people seems endless.

Even pursuing someone has no end.

She was tired of studying, tired of chasing, but she was also very grateful that Wen Yao was willing to teach her.

Without her, she would probably be doing nothing now.

Whether it was before coming here when she was a professor herself or now, sacrificing her time during her senior year to teach herself.

Wen Yao had been helping her, guiding her, teaching her.

Following Wen Yao like this was certainly reassuring.

If it could always be like this, Jiang Shuyi thought it wouldn't be so bad.

However, Jiang Shuyi could not tolerate the presence of Xiao Jiayu in this relationship.

She rarely hated anyone or felt jealous of anyone; in her life, the only person she truly hated was Xiao Jiayu.

That associate professor, who seemed to have known Professor Wen for a long time, was charming and had a group of Omega fans, made Jiang Shuyi feel like she was truly accomplishing nothing.

---

In the morning, after Wen Yao got up and finished washing up.

She knocked on Jiang Shuyi's room door, "Jiang Shuyi, it's time to get up."

"Ah, I'm already up," came a quiet voice from inside.

". . ."

Wen Yao paused for a moment, as if she didn't recognize that it was Jiang Shuyi's voice.

The response sounded unexpectedly unfamiliar.

Wen Yao pushed open the door and saw Jiang Shuyi sitting at the desk, working on problems. She had a desk lamp on, and her slender fingers were holding a pen.

Wen Yao quietly walked behind her and touched the lamp's tube.

The shade was hot.

For it to be this hot, she must have been up for at least an hour, she thought.

"How long have you been up?" Wen Yao asked, crossing her arms.

"...I forgot," Jiang Shuyi replied quietly, focused on her work.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

Jiang Shuyi paused for a moment, looking silently at the problems on the desk, "No."

In the past couple of days, Jiang Shuyi had become quieter.

Wen Yao blinked, thinking about how her eyelashes cast beautiful shadows.

Jiang Shuyi rarely came to ask her questions anymore.

Or, even if she had questions, she would occasionally choose to ask the teachers instead of coming to her.

This made Wen Yao feel a bit uncomfortable.

"This morning, you..." Wen Yao wanted to discuss the schedule for the day with Jiang Shuyi.

But before she could say it, Jiang Shuyi smiled lightly and said, "Ah, I figured you would have me work on these sets of problems, so I've already completed them."

Jiang Shuyi handed over several sets of problems, and they looked like she had answered them quite well.

Wen Yao lowered her gaze, knowing that while this person would start working when she spoke, she often wanted to slack off, or would try to bargain by pulling on Wen Yao's arm.

"You seem to have become more diligent lately."

Jiang Shuyi calmly looked at the book in front of her, "Actually, I feel like I'm slowly getting used to this problem-solving feeling."

"So, it's not that I dislike it anymore."

"I'm sorry for always affecting you before."

As Jiang Shuyi slowly turned the pages, she quietly continued writing as if it were no big deal.

"Tomorrow, even if you don't wake me up, I'll get up. You don't need to worry."

"...Okay."

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi and, after a moment of silence, said.

"You..." Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi, hesitating to speak. She didn't know why, but she felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach.

"Mm?"

Jiang Shuyi looked up, her gaze as usual when she looked at Wen Yao.

"It's nothing." Wen Yao shook her head.

Before closing the door, Wen Yao's gaze lingered on Jiang Shuyi's back.

The sound of Jiang Shuyi's pen gliding across the paper reached Wen Yao's ears.

Wen Yao noticed that when Jiang Shuyi was seriously focused on something, she wouldn't smile.

Jiang Shuyi could create her own world, completely immersed in it, and this world belonged to no one else but herself.

This was very different from the usual Jiang Shuyi.

This version of Jiang Shuyi was very quiet, as if she didn't need anyone else, and felt very unfamiliar.

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