Would You Like to Have a Drink

“Professor, Professor?”

In a daze, Zong Luo suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked up and found himself standing in the lab.

Surrounding him were his students, holding a stack of thick academic reports.

“It’s okay, I was just lost in thought.”

Zong Luo slightly regained his focus, but he felt a frown forming in his heart.

The lab was bathed in a cold light, casting a pale glow. The deep blue plastic floor was filled with cold, expensive equipment, and bottles and jars were displayed behind the glass cabinet.

The students around him were holding test tubes and thick research reports, wearing glasses.

Everything was the same as every other day, nothing was different.

Zong Luo glanced around.

His memory had always been good, he could remember things from a long time ago.

However, even though he recognized the faces of these students, he couldn’t call out their names. Just like the questions they asked, Zong Luo could easily answer, but when starting to write on the papers, it felt extremely strange.

“Professor, did you not rest well last night?”

After asking a question, the student looked worried.

In their eyes, Zong Luo was simply a treasure. It wasn’t just about respecting the tutor, but the tutor was too good. He had a good temper and was easy to get along with, and he was famous throughout the department and the entire school. He never deducted students’ subsidies, and he would even pay out of his own pocket during holidays.

In addition, the tutor was young, and there might be a small age gap with them, so it wasn’t dull to get along with him. Occasionally in their spare time, they could discuss the hottest topics of the moment.

Seeing Zong Luo looking a bit tired, the students were very worried and came up one after another, “Professor, if you’re not feeling well, you should go back and rest first. We can handle the project ourselves.”

So Zong Luo was pushed out of the lab door in a daze by the enthusiastic students.

When he reacted, he rubbed his head, “Bunch of brats.”

Since he had come out, Zong Luo had no intention of going back.

Since the students could handle it themselves, he should give them an opportunity to research independently.

Even if he was in the lab, there were still classes in the afternoon.

Zong Luo took out his phone from his bag, looked down at the time, and slowly strolled around the campus.

The campus was still the same campus, with tree-lined paths and a cool autumn breeze. Students without classes were walking around in groups, holding books.

Most of them recognized Zong Luo, and there were also colleagues from their department who would nod and greet him when they saw him.

Zong Luo nodded in return one by one, only feeling that these faces were familiar, but he couldn’t really call out their names.

Even just strolling around the campus felt like something from a long, long time ago, giving him a sense of being in a different world.

He went to the staff canteen for a meal.

When he was getting food in the canteen, he saw his reflection in the window. Zong Luo was obviously stunned for a while, and it was only after the auntie who was serving the food called him several times that he reacted.

He left with his tray, and when he left, he looked at his reflection in the glass a few more times incredulously.

For some reason, looking at his reflection in the glass, there was a moment when he actually thought his hair should be white.

But how could that be possible?

Zong Luo shook his head, muttering in his heart that it was too non-mainstream.

After wandering around, he went to the library.

Today’s class was in the library’s lecture hall. The teacher of the current class was still giving a passionate lecture. Since he had nothing to do anyway, he turned around and went into the library to slowly read a book.

“Professor Zong, you’re early today?”

The white-haired librarian greeted him and handed him a book. “This is the latest compilation from the history department. It was just delivered today. It’s a hot topic in current academic research. Do you want to take a look?”

“Thank you.” Zong Luo took the book.

There were a few words printed on the book.

[Yuan Empire]

Zong Luo’s hand trembled.

In a daze, many familiar scenes flashed through his eyes. However, they all disappeared one after another, like a mirage, and he couldn’t find any trace of them.

He didn’t even know how he got back to his seat in the library. He only remembered opening the book and reading it eagerly.

The book recorded that Yuan was the first country to unify the Central Plains. It created a great empire and even interfered with the process of other continents.

For many years, scholars had been very interested in Yuan. However, it’s a pity that the era was too old and the remaining materials were not enough. Such a big country, even archaeology had nothing to show for it. For many years, scholars had also speculated that the “wilderness” recorded in the Yuan book slips may not be the legend of their continent.

Although there was no archaeological evidence, over the years, various dynasties had recorded a lot about this mysterious dynasty, Yuan. For example, the founding emperor was a tyrant, the first emperor and His Royal Highness of equal weight had a very special relationship, they were childhood sweethearts, shared the throne, entrusted each other’s backs, and after passing the throne during the New Year when the crown prince reached the coming of age, they would abdicate and travel around the world. By the way, the second emperor built a temple for them, showing deep affection.

The more Zong Luo read, the more black lines appeared on his forehead.

What’s all this about!

If Zong Ziyao dares to do this, he will definitely wait and see, who is Zong Ziyao?

Just as Zong Luo was in a daze, the bell suddenly rang.

So he hurriedly packed up his book, said goodbye to the librarian, and rushed back to the lecture hall.

The lecture hall was very quiet today.

Zong Luo thought that it was usually quiet during class breaks, so he took a look at the crowd.

With just one glance, he froze on the spot.

In the front seat of the lecture hall sat a boy in ancient clothes.

He was wearing a bright red ancient costume, his face was excessively beautiful, his black hair was scattered, and he looked as if he had walked out of a painting, his posture was extremely noble.

But in the face of others’ onlookers, his face and demeanor were arrogant, indifferent, as if these things didn’t enter his eyes.

For some reason, Zong Luo always felt that this young man looked familiar.

Familiar to the point that he could call out his name in the next second, as if they had a more intimate relationship, almost to the point of being infatuated.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man in red slightly raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

“The professor is here.”

The students who were silently watching around them scattered like birds and beasts.

Zong Luo cleared his throat, withdrew his gaze, and put the teaching plan on the podium.

After all, it was class time, and since he was sure he knew the overly familiar young man in red, he had to concentrate on teaching.

But halfway through the lecture, Zong Luo could feel the other party’s gaze staying tightly on him. It was hot, scorching, sticky and intimate, almost making his legs soft, to the point that he felt his face turning red.

Could it be love at first sight?!

The lecture ended.

Zong Luo quickly packed up the things on the table and hurried out of the classroom, as if there were some wild beasts inside.

He hadn’t walked a few steps before he was blocked in the stairwell.

The students coming and going were all looking at them with traces.

“Professor.”

The young man in red, whose face was so beautiful that it seemed extraordinary, smiled slightly, lazily blocking his way, with a rich smile, and his voice was low and ambiguous as if it was pressed into his lips and teeth. “Have we met somewhere before?”

Even though it was an old-fashioned pick-up line, Zong Luo was stuck.

Because in his heart, he vaguely agreed with this idea.

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