Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 6

In the hall, row after row of equations were being listed. Jing Xun’s handwriting was fluid and beautiful—so beautiful that, at first glance, it looked like a standard copperplate script. It was so smooth that it seemed as if he didn’t need to think at all.

In reality, the work Jing Xun produced left everyone present in shock once again. At the beginning, although Jing Xun subconsciously skipped a few steps, it was still relatively easy to understand. As he wrote further, it became increasingly complex and profound, making it difficult for many to even follow the process by looking at the formulas alone.

Below the stage, Tang Jingyuan couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head. “What’s going on? I could understand everything at the beginning, but starting from the third line, I’m lost…”

Yang Yi expressed his speechlessness. “Then you’re better than me. I didn’t get past the second line.”

There were many who felt the same way. By the end, besides Professor Huo, who could still follow the logic, others—even those with a solid foundation in mathematics—were completely left behind.

Before long, Jing Xun finished writing all the formulas. He performed a self-check and felt there were no issues; his thoughts had been thoroughly organized. Only then did Jing Xun present his work to the others: “This is the general process. This model can be applied to this specific algorithm.”

His slender fingers held the creamy white plastic pen barrel. Jing Xun’s lips quirked up slightly, his eyes gentle and smiling, confident but not arrogant. Initially, he was just conceptualizing the model in his mind, but once he picked up the pen, his ideas erupted.

This problem had truly piqued his interest. And for someone like Jing Xun, once that interest was sparked, nothing could extinguish it.

Next, he completed the demonstration with an exceptionally upright and serious attitude. He was met with the old professor shouting “Good!” three times in a row, followed by applause from the students below and around him.

…Even though I have absolutely no idea what this classmate is saying, he looks incredibly impressive. So, following along with the applause was the only thing to do.

Professor Huo’s sparse hair practically stood on end with excitement. His eyes brightened, his gaze turned sharp, and his voice rose significantly. He asked Jing Xun excitedly, “What year of graduate school are you in? How come I haven’t seen you among the grad students?”

Jing Xun: “…”

He had been so focused on solving the problem just now that he forgot his identity was somewhat “out of place.”

“Sorry, Professor, I’m only a junior this year, and I’m not from the School of Computer Science.” Jing Xun bowed to Professor Huo with great embarrassment. “I just came here to see and learn. I’m truly sorry…”

“What?!” As soon as he said this, the entire hall erupted into a clamor.

“He’s not from our department?! Then how does he know everything?!”

“Of course he’s not from our department. A senior this handsome… have you ever seen him in our building before?!”

“You can tell he’s not from our department just by the amount of hair he has, hahaha.”

“Isn’t this the Student Union President from the School of Mathematics? I’ve attended events with him before. I didn’t know he was this powerful…”

“From Mathematics? Then it’s not surprising. No wonder he’s so amazing.”

Professor Huo asked him, “You’re not a graduate student? You’re from the Math department? …Then do you know how to write programs for the algorithms you’ve proposed?”

Jing Xun: “I know some basics. For more difficult ones, I might need to learn on the spot.”

He answered truthfully. If it came down to actual coding, his seniors back in his world were much stronger than him. Jing Xun’s expertise lay in building various mathematical models to be applied within programs. Of course, the “basics” Jing Xun spoke of were already the industry ceiling for many people.

“Oh, so you’re very interested in our subject.” Professor Huo felt this was rare and precious. While nodding in satisfaction, he dropped a bombshell: “Then, are you interested in becoming my student?”

These words caused yet another sensation. One had to know that Professor Huo usually didn’t even take on doctoral students easily, let alone Master’s students. Countless people broke their heads trying to join his projects but weren’t qualified! Yet now, he was proactively offering to take on a junior who hadn’t even started preparing for the entrance exams… and from a different department at that…

Jing Xun was naturally willing. Coming here to exchange academic ideas was true. Finding some work was also true. Jing Xun hadn’t forgotten the need to earn money, nor had he ignored the rumor—Follow Old Professor Huo and there’s meat to eat.

So he nodded honestly: “Yes.”

The crowd: “…” Wait, classmate, isn’t that a bit too direct…

But Professor Huo clearly felt there was no need for modesty. He was more excited than Jing Xun and immediately began planning for him: “You’re only a junior, so there’s no rush. With your foundation, a cross-major postgraduate exam is perfectly feasible. Besides, we give priority to students from our own university, so don’t worry.”

The others: “…” Professor, is it really okay to say the ‘unspoken rules’ out loud like that?

Jing Xun felt a bit bashful and smiled. “Thank you, Professor.”

Professor Huo gave him a few more instructions and even granted Jing Xun special permission to visit his office whenever he had something to discuss. As the hall became more crowded and it seemed the people from Yiwei had arrived, the topic surrounding Jing Xun finally turned over.

The recruitment fair was about to begin. The supervisors from Yiwei Technology responsible for campus recruitment were all in place. Jing Xun bid farewell to the old professor and found a random seat with his roommates toward the back of the hall.

Passing the rostrum, he instinctively glanced in that direction. Several young men in formal suits were sitting there. Not only did they look young, but they were all remarkably handsome, standing out prominently among the relatively naive students.

However, while many people noticed these supervisors, even more eyes were fixed on Jing Xun.

Tang Jingyuan worshipped him in a low voice: “Xunxun, you’re too awesome! That was Professor Huo!”

Yang Yi chimed in, “Yeah, we’re still worrying about our next steps, and you’ve already been ‘internally decided’ by a big shot.” His tone was also full of envy.

Tang Jingyuan and Yang Yi were shocked that Yan Jingxun had this “trick” up his sleeve, but they weren’t suspicious. The original owner had always been tied down by various part-time jobs and rarely hung out with his roommates. He was a deep-thinking person who didn’t communicate much, and after meeting the scum gong, his relationship with them became even more distant. Given this premise, Jing Xun revealing some of his strength wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

Jing Xun smiled at his roommates and encouraged them: “There’s still a year left. Think about what you want to do; let’s work hard together.”

“Deal! You said it!” said Yang Yi, the pure slacker. He had coasted for three years, the type who played online games every day and was never seen in class. Even so, nearing graduation and job-hunting season, he couldn’t help but become serious. For some reason… maybe because the move Yan Jingxun just made was so cool, he now felt Yan Jingxun was incredibly capable. It felt as if following a roommate like this for the remaining year would truly be enough for them to turn over a new leaf.

Tang Jingyuan, who was slightly better behaved than Yang Yi, expressed this dependence more directly. He pounced on Jing Xun like a small animal: “Xunxun, why don’t you teach me programming? I’ll follow you.”

Jing Xun was amused by them, his eyes curving into crescents. He looked modest and very pleasant to the eye. It seemed that places carrying the spirit of youth were like this—the whole campus was filled with vibrant laughter.

As the recruitment fair was nearing its end, a large number of students began leaving the venue one after another. Jing Xun and his group followed the crowd, slowly moving toward the exit.

Jing Xun was still joking with his roommates. But just as he stepped out of the auditorium serving as the hall, Jing Xun abruptly looked up… and his expression froze instantly.

The corridor lights outside were bright, and the door to the meeting room opposite was wide open. Consequently, Jing Xun saw very clearly that among the few people standing opposite, one… seemed to look quite familiar?

He wasn’t sure if he was mistaken. But that tall, thin man with exceptionally long legs standing over there—why did he look so much like the person from his dream last night… or rather, the one-night stand partner from the night before?!

No way. Why was he at the school?

Jing Xun’s eyes flickered in that direction again, uncertain.

With just one glance, his clear eyes instantly froze.

…Holy crap, it really is him!

The man stood in the brightly lit area, dressed in a sharp suit and leather shoes, looking even more handsome than he did that night. And… even more imposing. He stood tall with his back straight, one hand in his trouser pocket, listening intently to the person beside him.

Because he was taller than the average male, he had to lower his head slightly to hear the other person in such a noisy environment. Yet, this didn’t make him look humble at all. Viewed from the side, his profile was cold and sharp, his lips pressed slightly together—he had the serious and noble air of someone in a high position.

As Jing Xun looked over, the man seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up in his direction.

A pair of perfectly shaped “peach blossom” eyes instantly narrowed. The man’s expression didn’t change; he still looked so cold and stern.

…That night, Jing Xun hadn’t even noticed this gentleman possessed such flirtatious peach blossom eyes. And now, those eyes were staring straight at him.

In fact, it wasn’t just Jing Xun who noticed the other. Every student coming out of the hall and passing him couldn’t help but take a few extra looks. This man’s appearance was far too outstanding, and his aura was incredibly strong. Whether it was his attire or his looks, he was the type that was very hard to ignore.

But the man, standing there like a crane among chickens, didn’t seem to mind the gazes at all. From the moment he spotted Jing Xun coming out, his gaze remained steady, fixed on the thin youth.

Shen Yijin had been standing outside the door.

“Professor Huo likely has some things to explain to his students; please wait a moment longer,” said Vice President Gao, who was still accompanying him. Seeing more and more students passing by, he lowered his voice: “Look, the students are coming out. There are a lot of people right now; President Shen, why don’t you go back into the room to sit for a bit and have some tea…”

“Sorry, Vice President Gao, please excuse me for a moment,” Shen Yijin said suddenly.

Then, before anyone could react, he had already started walking. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he walked step by step toward one specific direction.

Thump, thump, thump.

Even though the surroundings were chaotic and no footsteps could be heard, Jing Xun felt the man’s steps were firm and steady, each one treading on his heartstrings.

Jing Xun’s back instinctively straightened. His heart felt like ten thousand stampeding horses, especially since he had dreamed about the man last night… that dream was still vividly swirling in his mind. Meeting the real person so abruptly gave Jing Xun the sudden illusion of being caught red-handed doing something bad.

So, so… what exactly was going on?

Recalling the various scenes of their time together that night… the feeling this man gave was not that of a student.

Relying on memory, Jing Xun knew one of the people standing in the distance was the school’s Vice President. But the distance was too far; he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Was he a teacher? Or did he have some other position?

Jing Xun’s thoughts were a mess. Until—

“Hello.”

The man came to a stop in front of him.

Jing Xun: “…”

The “Gentleman with Long Legs” was… standing right in front of him, less than half a meter away. Those flirtatious eyes were slightly lowered, their double eyelids maintaining a degree that could be called beautiful, staring at him without blinking.

And… after two days, why did this man’s gaze still make him feel like he was being hit by an electric current?!

…

Jing Xun struggled to find his voice: “Hello.”

The person opposite appeared much more composed than he was. At least he looked that way, as he had always been expressionless. He merely tilted his chin slightly and said in an inquiring tone: “Is it convenient? Let’s talk.”

…Uh.

“It’s convenient,” Jing Xun nodded stiffly; it was the only thing he could say.

Jing Xun didn’t know how he managed to follow this man to the outside of the venue under the shocked and confused gazes of countless people. For some reason, as soon as he stood in front of this man, his usually sharp brain became sluggish. It was as if the effects of the drug were still there.

The evening sun was gradually sinking in the west, a red sun hanging in the sky, seemingly setting the entire horizon on fire. Jing Xun felt as if his face were also burning. He wanted to reach up and touch it, but under the man’s gaze, he was afraid it would only highlight his blushing and attract more attention…

That wouldn’t do. It was just a night together! Plus a dream. But he was fine when it was happening; why are you so uncomfortable now, Jing Xun!

It felt like there was a tiny person in his head shaking him frantically, and Jing Xun finally snapped out of it a bit. He summoned his courage and looked up; the height difference forced him to look slightly up at the man. He instinctively asked: “Sir, what do you want to talk about?”

After the words left his mouth, Jing Xun secretly stuck his tongue out. Heavens. He was at least someone who had helped him; in this situation, shouldn’t he at least say some simple pleasantries first, like “What a coincidence, what are you doing here?”

Although meeting again was unexpected and Jing Xun indeed hadn’t quite recovered, being like this—wouldn’t it make him look cold and heartless? …

Fortunately, the other person clearly didn’t care about that. And in terms of stating his intent, the “Gentleman with Long Legs” was even more direct and concise than he was.

The man went straight to the point: “I want to talk to you about the matter of marriage.”

Oh, Jing Xun breathed a sigh of relief: It seems there’s no need for pleasantries, after all, this gentleman is even more direct than…

?

A second later, Jing Xun’s eyes widened: ???