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Such extreme views should not appear in a scholar, yet she has expressed them, and no one can do anything about it.
There is no choice, as a great disaster has altered the entire geography of the Earth, and much historical data has been lost to the past. What the true history of the Old World is like remains uncertain.
Perhaps the Cold Professor has a deep-seated prejudice against the fleet of the former Japanese Empire! In any case, she is the teacher, and until strong evidence is presented, as students, you can only listen.
Of course, some of the Cold Professor's extreme views, especially regarding events during World War II on the Pacific Battlefield that remain debatable and inconclusive to this day, have been challenged by students. However, in the end, they were left speechless.
Moreover, it is not just the students; there are many others in the History Department of Rongcheng University besides the Cold Professor. There are numerous scholars with more experience than her, including one who is a leading figure in Asian history. This elder is over eighty years old and has spent his life immersed in history, publishing countless academic works and even editing histories of naval battles during the Old World and World War II. Yet, after a debate with him, he suffered from high blood pressure and nearly required hospitalization.
Since then, whenever he sees the Cold Professor, who is about the same age as his granddaughter, he would snort dismissively and leave with an air of disdain for associating with her.
However, secretly, he used his considerable influence to promote the former Cold Assistant Professor to the position of Cold Professor within just three years. Otherwise, how could a young female teacher with no connections or strong family background ascend to such a position?
The point I want to make is that the Cold Professor possesses genuine talent; she did not rise through mere beauty.
The Cold Professor on stage appears to be in her early twenties, with silky golden hair cascading down her back. She has an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. Her tall figure is accentuated even by heavy winter clothing that cannot hide her ample bosom and long legs. Coupled with her intellectual and dignified demeanor, many male students at Rongcheng view her as their ideal partner.
It is said that to pursue the Cold Professor, just waiting in line for a number could circle Rongda's playground three or four times. There’s no denying it; she is indeed special. With at least ten thousand male students at Rongda, it’s safe to say that a significant portion harbors feelings for her. In today’s legal society, it’s frowned upon for everyone to swarm around a goddess; if they all rush in at once, none may succeed.
Thus, under the organization of those with shared dreams, students have privately formed a support group for the Cold Professor. They pursue her in an orderly manner based on their turn in line—success depends solely on individual ability. It is rumored that this queue has already extended to 2019...
"Alright, that concludes today's lesson. The final exam is in two days. After some thought, I’ve decided not to provide any key points this year as per our usual practice."
"My students are so smart; I believe everyone can achieve good grades."
"Here, I wish everyone a happy Spring Festival in advance."
As the bell rang, looking at the graceful figure turning away from the classroom with a textbook in hand, the siblings exchanged glances, wanting to cry but unable to.
"Teacher, we are all fools; just give us the key points!"
Rongcheng rarely sees snow, but when it does, it lasts for quite a while. After the snow stops, spring blossoms, marking the most beautiful time in Rongcheng.
Outside the teaching building, it was already a world wrapped in silver. The entire Rongcheng University campus was immersed in the swirling snow.
With her knee-high boots sinking into the thick snow, the loose snowflakes nearly covered her feet.
The Cold Professor did not carry an umbrella, letting the pure white snowflakes fall on her. She looked up at the leaden sky, feeling inexplicably downcast.
She had been in Rongcheng for four whole years. Except for that first year when she wandered around the world for some reason, she had stayed in Rongcheng for the past three years without leaving.
The day she first arrived here was just like today, with snowflakes falling everywhere and the weather bitterly cold. Because of this, she gave herself the surname "Cold," and when a dry leaf fell right before her eyes, she chose "Leaf" as her given name. Together, it became Cold Leaf.
Alright! Naming can be so capricious and casual.
As for her real name, if that could even be called a name, then she would be called "Enterprise."
She was the second ship of the Yorktown-Class Aircraft Carrier, USS Enterprise (CV-6).
But that was in the past; now she just wanted to live as an ordinary person and lead a simple life. She no longer wished to mention anything from her past.
“Cold Professor, why are you standing here?”
“Are you free for lunch? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”
A black umbrella suddenly appeared above her head, shielding her from the falling snowflakes.
The newcomer was around thirty years old, wearing a black down jacket and deep blue jeans, with a brown scarf wrapped around his neck. He had a fair face and wore a pair of rimless glasses, giving him an overall scholarly appearance.
“No, I have something to do at noon,” she replied with a slight smile, politely declining the young man's offer. She held her history textbook over her head and walked into the swirling snow.
The young man was her colleague and a professor at Rongda, though not in the History Department; he was a doctoral supervisor in the Mechanical College.
If she were just an ordinary girl, perhaps she wouldn’t have turned down his kindness. From any perspective, he seemed like a good candidate for a lifelong partner.
Although he didn’t come from a wealthy family, his family had some assets. According to several gossip-loving female teachers, his parents were civil servants who owned no less than three properties in Rongcheng, a place where every inch of land is precious. Moreover, he had managed to become a professor at the Mechanical College at such a young age amidst so many talented individuals, indicating a bright future ahead.
From their interactions, it was clear that he was an extremely honest and sincere person—a perfect catch!
Unfortunately, what did that have to do with her? They were simply not on the same wavelength.
“Speaking of which, who am I being loyal for? That damn Admiral?” She despised the melancholic feelings that were growing within her and raised her middle finger towards the sky.
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