Clearing his throat, Song Zheng returned to his previous demeanor of a venerable professor sitting before a chessboard. He said to Jiang Jingxing, “Alright, the game is finished. Come, I’ll take you back for dinner. Your wife knew you were coming today and specially prepared a table full of dishes—all your favorites.”
At this, Song Zheng frowned slightly. Today, they would be “eating grass” again. Jiang Jingxing was a good kid in every way, but he loved eating plain, simple food. He didn’t care for dishes that were too salty, nor did he mind if they were bland.
The old lady praised it, calling it a “healthy diet,” but he could see through it. Jiang Jingxing never had a bad word from her. That woman loved attractive people; otherwise, decades ago she wouldn’t have followed him, a penniless, naïve youth, just because of his face. Back then, he had been a school heartthrob!
Now, of course, age had caught up with him; he couldn’t compare to these young people. Watching young Jiang Jingxing, Song Zheng felt a twinge of jealousy.
That old woman—when it came to him eating something, she would give all kinds of excuses about high blood pressure or high blood sugar. But with Jiang Jingxing, it was a completely different scene. Even before seeing him, the good dishes were already being prepared.
Thinking of this, Song Zheng grumbled impatiently at Jiang Jingxing, “Let’s go.”
Jiang Jingxing had already gotten used to Song Zheng’s quick mood shifts. He packed up the chessboard and walked beside him.
Meanwhile, Chi Nian and her group were still immersed in the scene they had just witnessed.
“Hey Long Lili, why did you push me just now?” Liu Zong asked, her face showing slight annoyance.
If Long Lili hadn’t pushed her, would they have been exposed?
Now it was done. Director Song knew they had discovered his secret. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hold it against them! Thinking this, Liu Zong moved closer to Chi Nian. Goddess, protect her!
If Chi Nian knew her thoughts, she would surely be speechless. Protecting a fan? Forget it—she could barely protect herself.
Chi Nian had never expected that a simple trip to a class meeting with her roommate, just to save some time and get some sunlight, walking along the little path near the Red Building, would accidentally collide with Director Song’s embarrassing public moment. If she had known earlier… well, she would still have gone that way. A rare scene, and it was the Director’s, after all. Chi Nian admitted that her thought had been a little risky. Observing a respected teacher’s embarrassment wasn’t ideal, she reflected deeply.
Still, thinking about Director Song’s playful attitude toward Senior Jiang, and that stylish Mediterranean look, Chi Nian decided the risk was worth it.
Setting aside the danger, Chi Nian had already learned about Song Zheng while researching Capital Medical University. He was a top surgeon, specializing in Pediatric Surgery, though initially in neurosurgery. Later, because the Pediatric Surgery Department was newly developing and lacked domestic talent, he decisively transferred. His resume was impeccable. Honestly, Chi Nian really wanted to study under Song Zheng.
As for Senior Jiang—Chi Nian felt she had seen her somewhere before. Where was it?
Someone who could look so beautiful with just a faint smile—there was no way she wouldn’t remember.
While thinking, Chi Nian instinctively reached to touch her hair, but stopped herself as soon as her hand made contact.
Yes, lessons had been learned. As medical students, hair loss was common, so this habit had to be changed.
Long Lili shared a similar concern. Her hair was gorgeous—black, shiny, and thick, easily twice as much as most people. Her waist-length hair was clearly well cared for. Not a single split end, gleaming in the sunlight.
Long Lili’s hair was half natural talent and half diligence. She spent a lot of time on it daily, with expensive, diverse hair care products used liberally. To Long Lili, her hair was her second face. If she weren’t truly passionate about medicine, she would never touch a field that risked hair loss.
Because she cared so much about her own hair, seeing a top expert in her field with thinning hair made Long Lili flustered. She accidentally pushed Liu Zong, unintentionally revealing their eavesdropping.
Long Lili felt helpless. She didn’t want to explain, so she let Liu Zong’s question hang in the air and changed the topic. “Do you think Director Song will come teach us?”
This was a good question. Each of the four present had their own thoughts, but all shared a conflicted feeling: they were both afraid and eager for Director Song to teach them.
“In previous years, Director Song always had classes. Following that pattern, there’s a good chance he’ll teach us this year,” Liu Zong explained clearly.
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions drooped.
Chi Nian looked at her roommates’ faces and, feeling a little wiser, spoke to comfort them, “Isn’t it great if Director Song teaches us? Our school has two outstanding figures: Director Zhao and Director Song. Judging by how he looked earlier, he should be easy to get along with.”
After saying this, Chi Nian felt a subtle emotion. In her past life, she had loved skipping grades. No matter the stage, she had always been the youngest in class, treated like a little sister. This was the first time she felt like an older sister, and honestly, it felt nice.
Liu Zong, as a fan, was the first to react, “Nian Nian is right. It would be great if Director Song teaches us.”
Chen Qing also looked comforted, nodding and exhaling slightly.
Long Lili walked silently, offering no response.
She had arrived late, the last to reach the dorm. When she entered, only Chen Qing was tidying her bed. After catching her breath, she saw Chi Nian and Liu Zong walking in hand in hand.
Long Lili, a ten-level surfing expert, recognized Chi Nian. She had assumed Chi Nian was accompanying Liu Zong as family, but she hadn’t expected her to be a student at their college.