Harvard, tiered classroom.
A bloody case study was playing on the projector.
The corpse at the scene had been dismembered into scattered pieces.
The imagery was vivid and engrossing.
Yet Xie Chen sat beside the podium, staring blankly into space.
Seeing this, the students began whispering among themselves.
"Professor Smith seems a little off today. He's kind of absent-minded, isn't he?!"
"Exactly! He doesn't even seem to want to mess with us today?!"
"Professor Smith's face looks pretty red. Did he think of something..."
"No way. Today's case is about a prostitute from the red-light district who was raped and murdered. From what I've observed, he doesn't seem interested in women!"
"..."
Before long, the projection ended.
Xie Chen stood up immediately and casually pointed toward the spot where the discussion had been liveliest. "You, stand up."
The student froze, sweat immediately breaking out on his forehead. His legs trembled as he pushed himself up by the armrest. "Professor Smith, I'm sor—"
Before he could finish apologizing, Xie Chen interrupted lazily, "Tell me, who's the murderer?"
"Huh?" The student was even more confused.
They had only watched a segment showing the victim's murder scene, and he was supposed to identify the killer?!
Who the hell could figure that out?!
"You have time to gossip, but no time to identify a murderer?!" Xie Chen raised an eyebrow.
The student lowered his head. "Professor Smith, sorry, I can't tell."
Xie Chen turned to the other students. "Can anyone identify the murderer?"
The tiered classroom fell silent.
Every student avoided his sharp gaze.
They were terrified of being called on and embarrassing themselves.
[Sheesh, look at that pressure. As expected of Brother Chen!]
[Hehe, even Harvard's top students are only this good!]
[To be fair, this question is really hard. Can I pick