Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 337 - 252 The most handsome economics professor!

The Department of Biomedical Sciences has two tough classes in the morning.

Physiology and Biochemistry.

Beijing University has no opening ceremony, nor does it have a head teacher who follows students around worrying about their studies.

It may seem freer, but in reality, the challenge for students is even greater.

However, everyone in the Department of Clinical Medicine is extremely self-disciplined and formidable ’study monsters.’ Even without teacher supervision, things don’t really look any different from usual.

There are even students like Yang Qiange, who wake up an hour early and arrive at the classroom for the first Physiology lecture well before it begins.

She sits in the third row, right in the middle where the view is best, taking advantage of the time before others arrive to do some pre-reading.

Actually, she could have pre-read in the dormitory; there was no need to come so early, but she had heard that professors in the Department of Clinical Medicine have a habit of arriving early to the classroom, especially on the first day of the opening class.

This is an excellent opportunity to make a good impression on the professors.

The only exception in the Department of Biomedical Sciences who has trouble getting out of bed is Xia Ye.

The dormitory is no comparison to home; there is no breakfast with a tantalizing aroma to wake her up in the morning, and she waits to wake up on her own.

It was only after Lu Beibei climbed to the side of her bed and gently called into her ear a few times, "Time to get up~" that she didn’t end up being late.

Start of Autumn has long passed, but it’s not until September that Beijing University’s campus begins to feel cool.

Students walking to class together have already switched to thin autumn jackets.

The seasonal changes in Capital City are always rather abrupt. It feels like just recently during military training, students were sweating profusely under the scorching sun, and in the blink of an eye at the start of school, it’s already autumn.

This season is most comfortable for Xia Ye, especially the cool breeze in the early morning—refreshingly crisp.

Their major courses are mostly held in the Wenxue Building.

The professor for their first Physiology class is a Mr. Tao, a middle-aged man with no distinctive features but a somewhat severe demeanor.

Physiology class is different from health education; it covers content with a high level of specialization.

For example, this class is about neurons and glial cells.

There are few freshmen in their department, only a dozen or so precious darlings. Professor Tao could tell at a glance whether everyone was present, but before starting the class, he still went through the formality of calling roll.

Mainly, it was to get to know each student and to match names to faces.

When he called Xia Ye’s name, Professor Tao paused for a few extra seconds.

A top scorer with a very outstanding entrance paper, she had been discussed in the school forum as the New King and the department’s professors had been talking about her for quite some time.

Now that he finally got to see her in person, he definitely took a longer look.

Even though it was the first class, the students quickly got into the swing of things. In less than half a class, their notebooks were filled with key points.

After a whole class, Professor Tao basically understood what this new class was like.

Yang Qiange was attentive in class and active in answering questions. Most importantly, she was the first to arrive in the classroom today, which Professor Tao had noticed.

In class, Professor Tao showed no bias and treated everyone equally, but after class, when he met Dean Fan, who had come to inspect the work, he immediately mentioned Yang Qiange’s name.

"This student is quite hardworking. It’s evident from class discussions that she has done pre-readings," he said.

Dean Fan nodded and then asked, "And Xia Ye? How did she perform?"

This was his main purpose for coming today.

But as soon as Xia Ye’s name came up, Professor Tao’s smile vanished, and his brow furrowed.

Seeing his expression change, Dean Fan asked with puzzlement, "What’s with that face?"

Professor Tao, very aggrieved, said, "Don’t even mention it. The first half of the class was fine, but in the second half, she just put her head down on the desk and slept."

This matter was very frustrating for him; he had never had a student dare to sleep during his class before!

Thinking that Dean Fan would be angry and criticize Xia Ye upon hearing this would give him some consolation.

When Dean Fan heard this, he indeed promptly asked, "She slept?"

Professor Tao: "Exactly."

But the next second, Dean Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "So, could it be that your lecture was too boring?"

Professor Tao was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly realized what he had said.

"???"

Blaming him for a boring lecture?

Shouldn’t the blame be on Xia Ye for sleeping in class?

As Professor Tao accompanied Dean Fan to the office door, they ran into Professor Bian, who was just coming to see Dean Fan.

Professor Tao immediately greeted him properly, "Professor Bian, what brings you here today?"

Since all grades had classes on the first day of school and no difficult experiments were scheduled, it was unlikely that Professor Bian would have come.

Professor Bian gave a short reply and then looked at Dean Fan, "Nothing special, I just remembered you mentioned before that you wanted me to take the new students for a taste of high-level special botanical studies when I had time, right?"