A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1446 Special Students, Special Treatment

Lingling reached out her hand to Mu Ning and said, "The mentor hasn't arrived yet. Everyone is waiting. Only the mentor can get the key to this office."

"Hello, my name is Mu Ning. You can call me Da Sha, or you can call me... by my name." She originally wanted to say that she could also call her Xiong Zhuang, but she didn't like that name after all. She decided to start afresh in this new environment.

"You're so cute."

Lingling said something, and Mu Ning glanced at her side slightly. She wondered if she was being too sensitive, but she would overthink even the most unintentional words from others, something she hadn't done before.

Mu Ning stood in the corridor, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. She could only stand at the back. After a while, she saw a tall, slender figure slowly walking towards her. As the figure got closer, Mu Ning recognized the person's face and immediately smiled.

"Are you here for class too? What a coincidence, me too." Mu Ning suddenly walked over and stood in front of the young man, her face full of smiles as she saw a familiar face.

She didn't know anyone, but finally found someone she had met once and who had even done her a small favor.

The young man was taken aback. "You're here to take classes?"

That's strange, why doesn't he remember any of the students in the class?

"Yes, you are too, right? Hello, my name is Mu Ning." Mu Ning immediately reached out her hand, because she was chubby and wasn't afraid of what others would say.

After a brief pause, the young man readily extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Zhang Zhe."

After Zhang Zhe withdrew his hand, he stopped chatting with Mu Ning and walked towards the crowd. The students who were chatting over there turned around and greeted him in different ways.

"Teacher Zhang..."

"Good morning, Teacher Zhao..."

"..."

"morning!"

Zhang Zhe took the key, opened the door, and went into the office first. The students followed one after another, leaving Mu Ning standing dumbfounded outside.

This was like a bolt from the blue!

Could she be any more stupid? No wonder the students' voices seemed quieter when she walked towards him; now I know why.

Mu Ning hung her head, so embarrassed she just wanted to bang her head against the wall. She couldn't find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Maybe she should just go back? After all, she had already skipped classes for a month or two.

cry--

"Mu Ning?" Lingling went in and came out again, standing at the door calling out to Mu Ning. She said she hadn't seen anyone, and sure enough, she was still standing outside.

Everyone knew what was embarrassing about her; they were all watching and laughing behind her back. Actually, no one meant any harm; they just found it funny.

"It's alright, Professor Zhang is very kind. Besides, you're new here, so no one will laugh at you," Lingling said, suppressing a laugh.

Zhang Zhe does look young, and he's also unusually tall and handsome. He's one in ten thousand among doctoral students. Look at other master's supervisors, even the youngest of them are bound to have glasses and bespectacled appearances, let alone be tall, have a good figure and good looks. So Zhang Zhe is truly one in ten thousand.

"I really thought he was a classmate; he looked very young," Mu Ning sighed softly.

“Yes, that’s right.” Lingling dragged Mu Ning into the office, and the two sat in the most inconspicuous corner, continuing to chat. “Professor Zhang seems to be thirty-two already, don’t tell anyone I said that.”

"Hehe..." Mu Ning buried her head and chuckled foolishly. She didn't know anyone, so who could she talk to?

This is a specialized course; their major is Linguistics and Applied Linguistics, with a focus on Teaching Chinese as a Foreign Language. The course mainly covers this. The instructor is allocating time and class hours for the students' trial lectures. The theory has already been covered, and a glance at the ranking list makes it clear, but this is, after all, the school's scheduled class time, so everyone is staying here.

When Mu Ning heard that some students had been assigned to classrooms, she was startled. "Are we going to have a lesson?"

Lingling nodded slowly, "Yes, but not everyone has the opportunity. Only students with high overall scores and those who submitted high scores in their major courses are eligible. There are only a few people in each class."

"What about the others?"

"A thesis," Lingling said, shrugging.

Mu Ning understood. No wonder she had been writing papers all along. She knew it; every assignment in this major required a paper. Okay, so she had already been separated into different categories without even realizing it.

The instructor sitting above clicked the mouse, displaying a presentation. Mu Ning glanced at it occasionally; the content was similar to the textbook, so she didn't pay much attention.

She had read the textbooks word for word because she was in class. Her classmates, who were always at school, would only flip through them occasionally.

Everyone was a bit listless, but fortunately, the teacher was good at keeping the atmosphere lively, and everyone was listening when the teacher gave examples.

Mu Ning was idly drawing circles in her notebook when she suddenly pushed the notebook towards Lingling: "Is this your name?"

When Lingling saw it, she almost died of anger. "Wrong, it's this 'Lingling,' not these two circles, okay?"

Mu Xiaoniu was amused. She put the notebook away and looked up, only to find her eyes meeting the teacher's. This startled Mu Ning, and the smile on her face instantly vanished.

"Mu Ning," Zhang Zhe said.

Mu Xiaoniu slowly stood up, Lingling lowered her head, and Mu Ning could tell from her trembling shoulders that she was secretly laughing.

"Do you know what grade you got on your major paper?" Zhang Zhe asked slowly, his voice still gentle, with a faint smile on his face, just like when he invited her to lunch earlier.

Mu Ning looked at Zhang Zhe in surprise and shook her head. She didn't know, but it shouldn't be low, right? She was quite confident in her major.

Zhang Zhe smiled gently as usual, "So far, you still have a negative score. If you can't offset the negative score with the extra positive score that exceeds the passing grade this semester, then you can retake the course next year when you are a freshman. Remember, it's a retake, not a make-up exam."

His voice was gentle, his tone slow and clear, and his smile remained tender. From a distance, he looked even more like Rukawa Kaede.

But at this moment, Mu Dashan was no longer in the mood to appreciate the handsome man. Frustration, surprise, blow, shame, and even anger welled up in his heart, and he stood there with his face flushed.

Today was her first day of class; the other students had been attending for two months. Everyone looked at her—some with pity, some with surprise, some with confusion, and some with harmless smiles—all coming together.

"Why?" Mu Ning asked softly.

This was the first time she had ever heard of a negative score. Why? Because she had taken leave.

“You are a special student at the school. Well, other teachers can make an exception, but I’m sorry, Mu Ning, there are no exceptions here!” Zhang Zhe still smiled faintly.

No wonder such a gentle and handsome teacher is feared by his students. No wonder even Mu Ning could tell that the students weren't particularly interested in today's lesson, yet they still listened attentively.

"What are special students?" Professor Zhang asked, and a student immediately followed up with a question.