You, Out

Wang Zijin only confirmed that this guy truly did not know who she was when she met Su Qi's clear eyes.

It was not that Wang Zijin was narcissistic. As one of Soochow University's campus belles, she drew attention wherever she went.

Besides, there were plenty of posts about her on the Su University Forum, calling her a beauty seen only once in a century.

Perhaps some women did not pay much attention to such things and did not know her, but Su Qi was the only male student at Soochow University who did not know who she was.

If Su Qi was playing hard to get, then Wang Zijin felt that he had successfully caught her attention.

"Wang Zijin. Nice to meet you." As she spoke, she extended her slender right hand toward Su Qi in a friendly gesture.

Looking at that delicate, fair hand, Su Qi examined it carefully. As an artist, he enjoyed appreciating the structure of the human body. The structure of beautiful women, especially, could easily seize his attention.

Slender jade fingers, fair and long. Though they bore neither nail polish nor decorative nail art, they still possessed a certain beauty, making one unable to help imagining the softness and smoothness of holding them.

A fine gold bracelet adorned her wrist, with several tiny golden leaves hanging from it. It made her wrist look even more slender and her skin even fairer.

As an 18+ artist, Su Qi excelled at drawing the whole picture rather than realistic or artistic depictions of details.

His main purpose was to let viewers see the theme at a glance—exaggerated expressions or extreme movements.

As for accessories, apart from gorgeous clothing, Su Qi usually gave his characters armbands or white arm guards to heighten their sensual appeal.

Looking at Wang Zijin's outstretched hand, Su Qi felt for the first time that this detail was worth depicting as well.

Wang Zijin, meanwhile, looked at An Ning in confusion. The two of them were both campus belles and even shared the same dorm room.

Of course, she knew An Ning was very fond of Su Qi. Otherwise, she would not have sat beside him. But Su Qi's behavior truly exceeded her expectations.

If it were an ordinary man, upon seeing her offer her hand, he would have hurriedly taken it. Some overly handsy ones might even cop a feel, gripping it tightly enough that she could not pull away.

But Su Qi merely stared at her hand, his eyes gleaming without making a move, as if he were admiring a work of art. Wang Zijin rolled her eyes at An Ning, as though asking, What kind of man do you even like?

Seeing her best friend merely look at Su Qi and giggle, Wang Zijin thought she was hopeless.

She shook her wrist, and the golden bracelet swayed with it. As she moved, Su Qi's eyes followed along.

"My name is Wang Zijin. Nice to meet you."

Only after hearing Wang Zijin did Su Qi snap back to his senses. He said apologetically, "My name is Su Qi. Sorry, I got distracted just now."

As he spoke, he took Wang Zijin's hand. Just as he had imagined, it was smooth and soft, with a faint coolness to it. In the somewhat stuffy classroom, the sensation was extremely pleasant.

Although Su Qi was an 18+ artist, he had truly had very little contact with women. He had entered university at seventeen, three years younger than the oldest students in his senior year of high school, and he also had the physique of a shut-in.

In high school, girls mostly pursued handsome guys with strong athletic abilities. Though Su Qi was good-looking, his athletic ability was terrible. Coupled with his young age and aloof personality, it was perfectly normal that he was unpopular with girls.

In university, he spent almost all his time making games. During his spare time, he drew to earn living expenses.

According to incomplete statistics, comic artists—especially 18+ artists—often had a fear of communicating with women. Only because of that could they create such good work.

Su Qi now had only one question: when was he supposed to let go after a handshake?

Three seconds later.

Wang Zijin: Why was this guy still not letting go?!

Five seconds later.

Wang Zijin: Was this guy taking advantage of me?

Ten seconds later.

Wang Zijin: Eh—why was his face turning a little red? How interesting—

Fifteen seconds later, Su Qi fiercely pulled his hand free from Wang Zijin's grasp.

Wang Zijin: What a pity.

After their hands separated, Wang Zijin suddenly realized that Su Qi's hand was so soft and delicate. It felt just like shaking hands with her best friend An Ning.

She looked at Su Qi's hand again, but Su Qi noticed her gaze. Thinking that this girl wanted to grab his hand again, he quietly tucked it beneath the desk.

That action made both Wang Zijin and An Ning cover their mouths and laugh softly.

With two beauties beside him, their smiles blooming like flowers, countless male gazes were drawn over at once.

The advanced mathematics professor had clearly noticed the disorder below. As a seasoned professor who had been around universities for twenty years, he saw the situation at a glance. It was obviously those two campus belles who had captured everyone's attention.

Wang Zijin was indeed very charming, with slightly narrowed eyes, curved brows, a smile blossoming across her fair cheeks, and a cute dimple appearing on her face.

At the side, An Ning's body trembled slightly as she laughed, and those two huge rabbits bounced along with the rhythm in a startling sight. Her peach-blossom eyes were filled with amusement, captivating hearts like a little kitten.

It had to be said that Su Qi was secretly watching the two from the corner of his eye. As for why he only used his peripheral vision, it was because both beauties were staring at him right now. If their eyes met, Su Qi felt things would develop in a strange direction.

At the same time, he felt more and more gazes gathering on his back, until even his back seemed to burn.

Why had the break not arrived yet? He really wanted to get out of this classroom.

As if he had heard Su Qi's thoughts, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

The advanced mathematics professor was stroking his sparse beard and looking solemnly at Su Qi.

"Come on, open your book and answer the question I just asked!" His voice was full of force. Su Qi instinctively went looking for his book, only to remember that his backpack was still over with Wu Wei.

"Hm? You came to class without even bringing your book? Why didn't you forget to bring yourself too?" the professor scolded.

Years of experience had taught Su Qi not to argue with teachers. Otherwise, the only one who would get hurt was himself.

He silently lowered his head and looked at his shoes. Mm, size 41, Hongxing Erke. Domestic brand, worn for two years without breaking, still looking brand-new.

Honestly, it was perfectly normal for university students not to bring textbooks. Most people came to class merely to earn attendance credits, lest they fail the course before even reaching the final exam.

In a huge lecture hall like this, at least one-fifth of the students would be textbook-less slackers just here to pad their class hours.

But at a time like this, if you argued with the teacher by saying that others had not brought books either, then a simple matter would immediately escalate.

"Yes, yes, yes. Sorry, Professor. I was in a rush when I left today and forgot to bring it." Su Qi's attitude was sincere, and the advanced mathematics professor's anger faded by half. Seeing that the students had regained their senses, he decided to let Su Qi off.

But then Su Qi suddenly jolted, as if something had startled him.

The advanced mathematics professor's face darkened. Pointing at Su Qi, he said, "You, out!"