Chapter 2 Still angry

Xu Nianhui didn't even glance at her.

Zhou Xiyao couldn't control her temper anymore, and yelled angrily at Zhou Xiran: "Zhou Xiran, what do you mean? Aren't you afraid I'll tell dad?"

Zhou Xiyao's surname was not Zhou, but she followed Tan Jing and married into the Zhou family, so she followed Zhou Shilin's surname.

And with the arrival of Zhou Xiyao, the oil bottle, Zhou Xiran also has a cheap younger sister.

When Zhou Xiran heard this, he couldn't help but find it funny.

dad?

Whose father is it?
Oh, that's right.

After all, because of their mother and daughter, she was ruthlessly kicked out of the house by Zhou Shilin.

Seeing that Zhou Xiran ignored her, Zhou Xiyao became even angrier.

"Zhou Xiran, I'll tell Dad right now." Zhou Xiyao gestured to pick up the phone.

Under Zhou Xiyao's gaze, Zhou Xiran slowly raised his eyes to look over, his eyes were cold and his expression was cold.

Then he twitched the corner of his lips lightly at her.

That expression was extremely disdainful.

With a 'rub', Zhou Xiyao felt his whole body was burning.

Once again, her eyes fell on Xu Nianhui, and she saw that he completely ignored her.

The hand holding the phone was tightened continuously, and both feet were trembling.

The surrounding air seemed to be laughing at her, and it was difficult to stand any longer.

"You wait for me." Zhou Xiyao used all her strength to say harsh words, then turned and left angrily.

Following Zhou Xiyao's departure, Zhou Xiran stretched out his hand towards Xu Nianhui: "Give me back the hair rope."

Just confessed to him.

Are you turning your face away now?
Xu Nianhui's pitch-black eyes were filled with light, and his tone was unusually gentle: "Are you still angry?"

Can you not be angry?
He was the only one who had ever turned her down.

If it wasn't for angering Zhou Xiyao, she wouldn't say that to him again.

"Do I know you?" Zhou Xiran didn't even lift his eyelids, looking at the scenery elsewhere.

"It's quite vengeful." Xu Nianhui laughed out of anger, and reached out to rub the top of her hair lovingly.

Zhou Xiran frowned, and was about to knock off his hand when he heard a stern voice: "What are you two doing there?"

Zhou Xiran looked over intently, it was Professor Lin.

The corners of her lips slowly raised, her expression changed slightly, showing a little grievance: "Professor, Senior Xu is harassing me."

Xu Nianhui: "..."

At this time, Professor Lin also saw clearly who it was, it was Xu Nianhui who had just transferred.

I've heard a lot about him before.

He is not only an assistant professor at University B, but also a mathematical genius of the Academy of Mathematical Sciences. He has won multiple gold medals in mathematics competitions, and even won invitations from top foreign universities with full marks.

Such talents are rare no matter where they are found.

It's just that no one expected that he would come to C University.

Because compared to C, the rewards and conditions given by foreign countries are several times higher.

"It's classmate Xu." Professor Lin adjusted his reading glasses.

"Hello, Professor Lin." Xu Nian returned his hand and greeted Professor Lin politely.

"That classmate just now said that you were—" Professor Lin hadn't finished speaking, when Xu Nianhui said, "She is my friend."

"That's it." Professor Lin actually knew it long ago, because the moment Xu Nianhui greeted him, the girl waved at him, made a silent movement, and then ran away.

You are so young now, you have played so much.

The word harassment should not be used indiscriminately.

The next time he saw her, he had to tell her well.

On the other side, just as Zhou Xiran ran out of No. 7 teaching building, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was Zhou Shilin's phone call.

(End of this chapter)

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