Chapter 317: An Yinan, when are you transferring departments?

She did not have enough time; the elderly man was waiting for her treatment, the shop was waiting for her to manage its opening, her university major courses were waiting for her favor, and there were so many other elective courses waiting for her to study. How could she have so much time to play house with him?

Zhang Cheng returned to his seat in a huff. He was a genius in the eyes of his elders, and he had once frequented Financial Street; how could he lose to An Yinan?

Yet An Yinan treated this scene as a joke; she earnestly previewed the content in her book and memorized all the key points.

After class, no one moved.

"Nan Nan, do you know who that person was just now?" Jiang Yunduo asked gossiping.

Although she had mild social anxiety, gossiping was everyone's talent.

What's more, An Yinan skipped some classes and had been granted leave; as long as her grades didn't slip, the teachers let her be.

"Who?" An Yinan looked up from her notebook and looked at Jiang Yunduo.

Although her memory was quite good, she couldn't remember so many people all at once.

Furthermore, she entered the classroom right as the bell rang and left right as the bell rang.

Her daily seat was always saved by Yun Duo.

"Zhang Cheng," Jiang Yunduo said.

But when she saw An Yinan's blank expression, she couldn't help but shake her head.

"The grandson of Professor Zhang from our department. I heard that before the universities opened up, Professor Zhang's family made great contributions to the country."

"And most importantly, Zhang Cheng once frequented abroad and is somewhat famous," Jiang Yunduo shared her information to help her friend be on guard.

An Yinan's eyes brightened, however. Frequented abroad?

Was it the abroad she was thinking of?

If that was the case, were the channels she couldn't find being delivered right before her eyes?

But how did such a chuunibyou teenager survive in those bustling, neon-lit cities?

"What is that expression on your face?" Jiang Yunduo asked speechlessly.

Sometimes when communicating with An Yinan—no, no, no, not just An Yinan, but also Nan Nan's other friends—they seemed to have a special way of communicating. Often, with just one expression or one gesture, they knew what the other meant.

This was also something she envied.

However, she wasn't jealous; after all, she was already very happy to know such a good Nan Nan.

"Me?" An Yinan pointed at herself.

"I have some thoughts in my mind, but they still need time to settle," An Yinan replied with a smile.

Her first step was to open a shop. Now that the first step hadn't been completed and the capital hadn't been accumulated enough, subsequent ideas would need to be implemented later.

Perhaps Zhang Cheng would be a good business partner?

Everything remained to be seen.

Hmm, thinking about it this way, this chuunibyou teenager still had some cute qualities.

An Yinan was busy all afternoon attending classes, but during the third period, she greeted Jiang Yunduo and left the Economics Department teaching building.

"Why are you here again?" The teacher looked at the figure sneaking in from the back door, his expression almost one of blowing his beard and staring in anger.

Liu Er Ya's hand, which was just about to reach out, was also halted by the teacher's resentment.

At first, An Yinan had been sneaking around, afraid of disturbing everyone's class.

Now that the teacher didn't care, she stood up openly, reached out, waved at the old professor, and greeted him, "Is this your class, sir?"

The old professor wore a green robe, his hair and beard were already somewhat white, and his face was full of deep lines.

"Don't you have a course schedule?" the old professor said with a huff.

"Either you hurry up and transfer departments, or stop coming here to annoy me!" The old professor was unhappy.

As for how they met, it was a month ago when An Yinan followed Liu Er Ya to audit a class. She wanted to know the progress of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the country, and most importantly, she didn't have a medical license.

In that class, the students witnessed a professor with a temperament as steady as a rock get into a shouting match with a student on the spot.

That's right, that student was An Yinan.

The two had an in-depth exchange and discussion regarding Traditional Chinese Medicine, though the atmosphere was quite tense.

After class, the old professor asked An Yinan, "What is your name?"

An Yinan replied very calmly, "Economics Department, An Yinan."

The old professor was stunned, taking a full minute to recover. It had startled An Yinan at the time; she didn't want to anger the old man into a bad state.

In the end, when the old professor left, he only left one sentence: "Transfer over to me immediately."

Later, in class, the old professor got into the habit of looking for An Yinan as soon as he entered the First Courtyard of the classroom. But for a week's worth of classes, if that brat attended three, he was already satisfied.

"Transferring departments is impossible," An Yinan spread her hands and said with a chuckle, "but I still want to listen to the courses."

The old professor liked this student, but thinking that she wasn't in his Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, he was also very angry.

What a good seedling she was! She had a rich reserve of Traditional Chinese Medicine knowledge and enough strength to prove it; she only needed to increase her clinical experience. He could even see her future.

Yet she insisted on studying that nonsense called Economics.

Wasn't this a waste of her own talent?

"Class begins," the old professor announced huffily. The bell had already rung, and he wouldn't waste everyone's study time because of one person.

An Yinan took notes, listening to the old professor's lecture earnestly.

Unlike her learning in the space—where the space directly poured all the knowledge into her mind and memory, requiring her to review it often and slowly master it herself—

the old professor's class went from points to the whole, using the most straightforward and acceptable way to let everyone quickly accept and memorize it.

The class passed quickly, and the ringing of the bell interrupted everyone's deep thought.

"An Yinan, when are you transferring departments?" the old professor asked.

An Yinan asked helplessly, "Professor, if I don't transfer departments, is there no way for me to study Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"Besides, I really can't transfer departments, and my Tutor won't let me go," An Yinan said pitifully.

This old professor cherished talent very much, especially talent in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Now that Traditional Chinese Medicine was declining, this profound field of study was also gradually fading away. The old professor couldn't bear it, and he didn't want it to happen.

Only then did he see a talent, wanting to seize her firmly and pass on his life's learning.

"Who is your Tutor?" the old professor asked.

An Yinan said honestly, "Liu Jianguo."

"I see, I will communicate with your Tutor, wait for the notification of your department transfer." The old professor left.

Liu Er Ya looked at An Yinan with a face full of admiration; this was too amazing, she was a person in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, and even she felt these things were obscure and difficult to understand, yet Nan Nan could directly discuss medical skills with the teacher.

This was probably the gap between them.

An Yinan patted her shoulder, "I have to go, these are my notes, I'll lend them to you to copy."

"Are you going back to the dormitory today?" Liu Er Ya asked.

Nan Nan hadn't been back to the dormitory for a long time; these days, if she hadn't come to sit in on the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department's classes, she feared she wouldn't even have seen her shadow.

"Not going back today, I'm going out." An Yinan packed her things and answered quickly.

She hugged her books and said goodbye to Liu Er Ya.