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Rao Jie quickly shook her head in fright; she had heard, but she was just distracted. "I heard it and I understand now. The key is this formula..." Rao Jie repeated what Wu Rong had just said.
Wu Rong gradually put away his doubtful gaze, set down the exam paper, and stood up. "What are you doing?" Rao Jie was taken aback, thinking Wu Rong was angry because she had lost focus. "It's time," Wu Rong said expressionlessly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone alarm went off. He... he actually set a timer! Rao Jie felt a sense of suffocation, but before she could gather herself, Wu Rong directly grabbed her by the collar and said, "The rest of the time is mine." Without waiting for Rao Jie to protest, he pulled her back into his room.
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Wu Rong was indeed preparing for a thesis presentation. Looking at a pile of incomprehensible alien symbols, Rao Jie felt as if she were under hypnosis; however, for Wu Rong, it was the most captivating thing. His beautiful eyes transformed from emotionless to sparkling like blooming flowers. He truly loved his work. This version of Wu Rong seemed even more charming than before.
Wu Rong entered a frenzied work mode, and Rao Jie could only act as an assistant, following his various commands, which included making coffee and providing snacks. To express her gratitude for the miraculous results brought about by Wu Rong's hour of effort, Rao Jie worked diligently without daring to slack off. In the end, she ended up being an assistant for three hours straight. Rao Jie comforted herself that one of Wu Rong's classes yielded more results than her own hard work over a week; three hours was just three hours!
Thus, Rao Jie began her daily routine of reviewing materials for her graduate entrance exam during the day, attending an hour of class at night, and serving as an assistant in between. However, as Wu Rong became increasingly absorbed in his work, Rao Jie found herself staying later and later with him. Although she often felt so frustrated that she wanted to spit blood or was startled by his sternness, she was indeed gradually getting used to this mode of interaction.
Rao Jie's nerves were no longer so tense; she felt more relaxed overall. One night, after Wu Rong worked too late and hadn't given her any tasks for a long time, Rao Jie leaned against the bookshelf and fell asleep on the floor.
When Wu Rong finished his work and stood up to stretch his stiff body, he saw this scene.
Wu Rong frowned and walked over, kicking lightly, "Hey, it's over, let's go back to sleep!"
But Rao Jie showed no reaction at all.
Wu Rong called her name a couple more times, still no response, so he squatted down and poked her cheek with his hand.
He suddenly realized that her face was soft and tender, still warm to the touch, and it was easy to poke—each poke left a little dent. Her complexion was pale and rosy, somewhat resembling cotton candy.
Wu Rong accidentally poked a bit too hard, causing Rao Jie to sway slightly as if she were about to fall.
Worried that she might lean on him, Wu Rong quickly moved aside.
As a result, Rao Jie leaned against the bookshelf and slowly slid down to the floor.
Even then, she didn't wake up; instead, she curled up and fell into an even deeper sleep.
Wu Rong thought: … Is she a pig?
And she dares to say he can't wake her up! Hmph!
Just as Wu Rong was thinking of being a good person and waking her up so she could go back to sleep comfortably instead of here on the floor, he heard Rao Jie mumble his name: "Wu Rong."
Wu Rong froze, his movements coming to a halt.
Rao Jie actually dared to call him by his first name; usually, it was always Professor Wu.
A strange feeling spread through Wu Rong's heart, a tingling sensation that made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. Although many people called him by his name, when Rao Jie did it, he couldn't help but feel a bit flushed in his ears.
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