Chapter 1: Men Who Are Interesting To Her.

  The city is clean, May flowers are like brocade, it's a good season for a nap.

  Knock knock——

  Ning Qing fell asleep, someone knocked on her desk, she hummed and opened her eyes vaguely, the first thing that caught her eye was a deeply contoured, handsome face with an air of mystery.

  Gu Qingheng, the youngest professor at Qingcheng University, is thirty-two years old this year.

  He was said to be a talent hired back by the principal at a high salary, teaching only one class a week for just one year.

  The large classroom was empty and quiet, with only Nian Qing and Gu Qingheng left. The other students had already left, clearly, the class was over.

  Wipe your mouth clean, straighten up your waist, wipe the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand, and tidy up your appearance.

  "Professor Gu, I was writing a paper last night and didn't get enough sleep, so..." Nian Qing looked pure and lovely with a smile, like a next-door little sister, approachable and pleasant.

  "Come to my office for a moment."

  After finishing speaking, he picked up his textbook and walked out of the classroom.

  He reluctantly followed him, keeping a safe distance behind him.

  This Gu Qingheng, who has just arrived, is very popular in the university. The girls regard him as a male god, and the boys take him as their future life goal. He is thirty-two years old, driving an Audi A8 worth hundreds of thousands, with a noble temperament, dignified appearance, and the charm of a mature man, which is naturally irresistible to young girls.

  However, Nian Qing thought that if he took off his glasses, he should be even more handsome.

  Along the way, many female classmates came up to greet Gu Qingheng, but he only responded with a faint nod, very calm and collected.

  Ning Qing followed behind him, slowly and quietly, tactfully keeping herself out of the way.

  A separate office, highlighting the different identity of this specially appointed professor, Gu Qingheng.

  "Close the door." The man put down his textbook and obeyed Qing's command.

  She stood at attention in front of Qing Guan's door, but it wasn't locked. She obediently waited for Gu Qingheng's lecture.

  This Professor Guo, she had taken a total of three classes with him, and they didn't usually interact. This time, sleeping in his class was like being caught red-handed.

  Gu Qingheng sat on the chair, unbuttoned the two buttons at the cuffs, and elegantly pointed to a leisure chair beside him with his long fingers, saying only two words: "Sit here."

  Why knit your brows and look puzzled? Isn't it because you want to scold her?

  Under Gu Qingheng's powerful gaze, Ning Qing decided to wait and see, sat down!

  "Sleep." The man's voice, for some reason, seemed to carry a hint of tenderness that moved her.

  "Ah?" Nian Qing let out a startled yelp, her small mouth agape like a quail egg.

  Gu Qingheng turned his gaze, looking at her, and the lenses of his glasses reflected something that flashed by: "You said you didn't sleep enough, now you're sleeping."

  Nian Qing was nervous: "You, you won't make me write a self-criticism?"

  Normally, she should be lectured first and then ordered to write a self-criticism. She had done this many times before.

  Professor Gu, you seem quite distant, why are you so good to your students?

  "Do you want to write? Alright, a thousand words." As he spoke, Gu Qingheng took out a sheet of manuscript paper and was about to hand it to Nian Qing - Nian Qing hastily waved his hand, knowing the situation: "No, no, I'm going to sleep, I want to sleep."

  Gu Qingheng looked at her for a few seconds, his eyes deep and profound. He didn't say much, put away the manuscript, picked up a book, flipped it open, elegant and extraordinary.

  Nianqin was comfortably lying on a recliner, drowsy and about to fall asleep.

  She occasionally narrowed one eye, stealing glances at Gu Qingheng to see if he had any ulterior motives. All she saw was that his attention was focused on the book, not even looking at her once, clearly showing no interest in this young sprout.

  Also, with his status, it's impossible for him to be interested in her, unless he has a strong taste!

  She calmed down and fell asleep quickly, she had been up for several nights in a row, making money by organizing exam questions for high school students, and was really exhausted.

  The man's hand on the book fell silent, he took off his glasses, revealing a pair of dormant eyes...

  He silently gazed at the girl sleeping beside him, as if he wanted to see every inch of her small face in great detail, clear as observing fire.