On Sunday morning, Richie planned to go to the library to prepare for his new classes. After all, classes started tomorrow.
It would also give him a chance to follow the teacher's preparation instructions and find different editions of the textbook to compare.
Apparently, after attending the lecture last night, his roommates had developed a baffling level of admiration for the teacher.
The three of them had stayed up all night waiting for course registration to open at six in the morning, then signed Richie up for the class too.
Richie opened the academic affairs portal and saw a new class on his schedule: Professor Si Ang Anderson's class, first thing Monday morning at eight.
The professor's name caught his attention. For him in particular, the name Si Ang held a very special meaning.
Now Richie was rather looking forward to meeting the professor.
According to his roommates, the professor was exceptionally mature and composed, experienced, and brimming with talent.
Even as guys, they had practically drooled through the lecture, let alone the women.
All forty students in the class had beaten fierce competition, camping out on the academic affairs portal all night to secure a spot.
Apparently, Professor Anderson was an honorary professor at the university, and the president had spent quite some time persuading him to teach this course.
This might be the only course Professor Anderson ever taught, so they had to seize the opportunity and learn as much as they could from him.
Richie's finger lightly traced the name, sending endless ripples through his heart.
There had once been someone else named Si Ang.
Richie walked along in a daze, occasionally checking his phone, and arrived at the library before he knew it.
At eight in the morning, the library had only just opened, and the