It was already the end of term, and all the students on campus were busy preparing for their final exams, waiting to go home for the Spring Festival.
But even so, Professor Ning Yan's lecture in the main auditorium was packed, and it was said that quite a few girls came specifically for this youth genius.
Especially when they saw that handsome youth in a fitted black suit, white shirt and tie underneath, standing there tall and straight and looking extremely eye-catching.
Feng Yi sat in the very middle, next to a professor, listening to the excited cheers of the girls behind her; the scene was no different from a top idol's concert.
She heard the elderly professor beside her sigh, "Give it another two or three years, no telling how many little girls he'll attract by then. At that point I don't know if Professor Ning will still be able to settle down and focus on his research."
Feng Yi almost burst out laughing.
