Mou Taohui looked at Lu Mian as if he was holding something precious, afraid of dropping it, melting in his mouth.
How could he not cherish the god-level genius he worked so hard to secure?
Even though there hasn't been an exam yet, and he hasn't seen Lu Mian seriously attend classes, he has some inexplicable confidence in her, believing she will definitely support the Elite Class and bring great change to artificial intelligence.
He's already accustomed to Lu Mian not listening in class but attending the Elite Class punctually.
It's just that in the past few days, she has been a bit unusual and didn't attend, causing several science professors to go to the physics department to attend classes because of her.
Lu Mian lazily took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and smiled serenely.
"Just think the Elite Class students aren't as cute as the physics students."
Lu Mian spoke with her usual expression, but it frightened Mou Taohui quite a bit.
What does this mean?
