The freshman didn't understand the rules and asked Ji Changmu directly for his mobile phone number. Ji Changmu refused coldly.

Qiao Muyuan was chewing an apple during class and passing by them carrying her backpack.

"Professor Boris, if you don't give me your mobile phone number, who should we ask if we have any questions? Isn't this good? We all ask for advice with an open mind and study seriously."

"My teaching assistant comes to school every week. I mentioned the time and place in class so I won't repeat it again." Ji Changmu walked down the stairs.

"You can't do it, it's up to me." Qiao Muyuan patted the shoulders of several girls and caught up with Ji Changmu, "Hi, Professor Boris, Professor Boris! Can you give me your mobile phone number? I won't harass you! Give it.

A business card is enough!"

Ji Changmu paused and narrowed his eyes slightly, with a somewhat dangerous aura in his eyes.

The other girls shrugged gloatingly, waiting to see how this girl would be scolded by Professor Boris and leave in despair.

"Really, really, Professor Boris, I am a good student who is diligent and studious. I am impressed by the professor's talent and knowledge, and I want to ask the professor for more advice." Qiao Muyuan looked... attentive, and she was holding an apple she took a bite of.

Ji Changmu curled his lips and took out his usual pen from his pocket: "Reach out."

The girls behind Qiao Muyuan looked surprised. Is the professor going to write a number for this girl?!

Qiao Muyuan was also stunned, and obediently stretched out her other hand.

Ji Changmu lowered his head and wrote a few strokes on her hand. Because of the angle, none of the girls behind Qiao Muyuan could see what the professor wrote.

On the other hand, Qiao Muyuan's palms were itchy and she wanted to withdraw her hands several times. The key was that Ji Changmu really wrote her number?

"Okay." He put away his pen, "I look forward to your diligence and studiousness."

After saying that, Ji Changmu turned around and left.

Qiao Muyuan curled up his hands and blushed most of his face.

Several girls behind her didn't care that they didn't know her yet, so they rushed up and asked: "Classmate, classmate, can you share the professor's mobile phone number?"

"Wow, classmate, you are so lucky, aren't you? The professor is actually willing to give you his mobile phone number?"

"Classmate, what major are you in?"

How could Qiao Muyuan dare to stretch out his hand? What phone number did he write down?

What he wrote on the palm of her hand was... i love you.

He is really not a serious professor.

Qiao Muyuan blushed fiercely, and when he looked up again, Ji Changmu's figure had disappeared.

She bypassed the crowd of girls and ran away.

She didn't dare to stretch out her hand for fear of being seen, and of course she wasn't willing to wash it off.

In the next few classes, she was distracted and absent-minded, and the blush on her face never dissipated.

She couldn't listen to the lecture. Just when she was about to take out her mobile phone to play, the old professor on the podium clicked her name and asked a question.

Fortunately, it was an issue within her major. Even though she didn't listen, she wasn't speechless. After a few nonsense words, the professor nodded and seemed satisfied.

She seemed to be "lucky" in the next few classes. She had no chance to miss the class at all. She was always called on by professors to answer questions. The professors took special care of her!

Once or twice was considered a coincidence, and it happened like this all day long. Qiao Muyuan had to suspect that something was fishy!

It must be Ji Changmu!

He must have told the professors to take more care of her!

She can't afford this generous gift!
Chapter completed!