The female student who heard the voice turned around. When she saw Xie Yuchen, her expression immediately turned disdainful. "What does that have to do with you?"
Those who could study at Harvard either had exceptional IQs or came from wealth and status.
Such people thought highly of themselves, yet shared the same likes and dislikes—they especially looked down on ignorant, good-for-nothing playboys.
Like Xie Yuchen.
"No, say that again. I didn't hear you clearly just now," Xie Yuchen urgently asked, too preoccupied to care about the female student's attitude.
"You're saying Professor Smith's Chinese name..."
"Oh, right. Your surname is Xie too. Why is the gap between people so huge?" The female student interrupted him with a mocking smile.
The students beside her chimed in as well. "Xie Chen and Xie Yuchen differ by only one character, but they're worlds apart."
"Impossible!" Xie Yuchen slapped the desk and stood up. "I know Xie Chen. He's just an ordinary person. How could he be Professor Smith?! Either you've got it wrong, or he's impersonating him!"
He was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, his voice bordering on hysteria.
Before the students could respond, the professor standing at the podium shouted,
"Shut up."
"If you don't want to attend class, get out!"
Xie Yuchen instinctively looked forward after being yelled at, only then realizing that the professor had already begun preparing to take attendance.
He had no choice but to stop asking and sit down sheepishly. He quickly pulled out his phone and sent his biological older brother a WeChat message.
[Xie Chen is impersonating Professor Smith. Did you know about this?! Aren't you going to do anything?!]
After a while, the other side finally replied, [Did you come back from the dead?! You've been out of contact this whole