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The self-important Professor Wu disliked the feeling of being defeated. Rao Jie recalled the words she had not managed to say in the elevator and gently tugged at Wu Rong's suit sleeve. Wu Rong was drawn by the slight movement beside him and slowly turned his head down to look at Rao Jie. She also lifted her head.
The lighting was dim and soft, creating a different atmosphere between them. It was a feeling that was hard to describe, as if there was an impulse to draw closer. Perhaps it was because Wu Rong's expression was completely unguarded at that moment that Rao Jie boldly gazed into his deeply expressive eyes.
"Professor Wu, the materials you provided are great, but I'm quite slow and can't concentrate while studying from them. I might fall behind. Could you please continue to tutor me?" Rao Jie's voice was calm, each word articulated clearly, resonating like the sound of a mountain spring in the noisy and mundane environment, touching the heart.
Wu Rong's originally indifferent pupils gradually widened, as if black diamonds were shining with captivating brilliance. His voice came out slightly hoarse, "You want me to continue tutoring you?"
Rao Jie felt inexplicably nervous; it was a perfectly normal request, yet she couldn't control her heartbeat. Unable to articulate a response, she could only nod.
At that very moment when she sincerely nodded, Wu Rong suddenly smiled. The radiant joy in his eyes resembled a fleeting bloom—beautiful but quickly restrained. However, that brief moment left Rao Jie mesmerized.
To cover her embarrassment, Rao Jie mechanically ate the cake in her hand. In truth, she had already eaten quite a bit and felt somewhat sick of it, yet now it seemed sweet again.
"Alright then, since you're so slow, it seems I have no choice but to teach you personally," Wu Rong said with a slight smile, though his words were firm.
At that moment, Ye Ming had taken to the stage and was preparing to invite Wu Rong up with his elaborate speech. Rao Jie quickly set down her cake and reminded Wu Rong, "Professor Wu, you should go up front now."
"Mm." Wu Rong replied casually and turned to Rao Jie, saying, "Wait for me; you have cream on your mouth."
"Ah?" Rao Jie thought he was going to say something else, but upon hearing that, she instinctively raised her hand to wipe the cream from the corner of her right mouth.
Wu Rong clicked his tongue as if disapproving of Rao Jie's clumsiness, but in the next second, his expression changed, revealing the kind of smile that Rao Jie feared most.
The gentleman wore a standard smile. Rao Jie, alert like a small animal, wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Wu Rong reached out directly to Rao Jie's face, using his thumb to wipe away the cream from the left corner of her mouth. Wiping it away was one thing, but why did he have to bring it up to her lips? He pressed hard, almost pushing it into her mouth and brushing against her teeth.
Rao Jie stared in shock at Wu Rong, but in the next moment, her mind went completely blank. "Next, we invite..." Ye Ming was still passionately speaking from the stage. Meanwhile, Wu Rong had already turned and walked to the center, lifting his foot to step up. Just before the light shone on him, he raised his hand and licked the remaining cream off his thumb, grinning mischievously, "This is definitely the taste!"
"Please welcome the youngest award winner, Wu Rong, Professor Wu..." Applause erupted continuously as the lights focused on him.
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