A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

Seeing that she was covered in sweat, Shao Wanwan quickly comforted her, "It's okay, the competition doesn't start until after 2 pm, we still have plenty of time! But Sister Zhao, I have class from 10 am to 12 pm, I have to go to the classroom to sign in, I can only sneak out halfway through the class, you have to wait here in case someone takes your things, it's best to cover them up so the drinks don't get too hot."

Sister Zhao nodded hurriedly.

Shao Wanwan went to the convenience store and found red paper and a black pen. Then, as the bell rang, she walked into the first lecture hall.

Actually, she didn't want to rush around, but she couldn't skip this class.

This is because it will be the first time that freshmen are using a lecture hall for classes after the start of the semester.

The fact that the class is held in the first lecture hall indicates that it is a course with a visiting professor, and the entire department is required to attend.

Sometimes students from other departments would come and audit the classes.

Although the professors will not take attendance directly, the counselors will personally go to the classroom to take attendance and then count who is absent from their class.

Shao Wanwan arrived late, and all the good seats were already taken. In the huge lecture hall, she sat in the second to last row. The old professor was sitting on the podium, so small that she had to use binoculars to see him.

Shao Wanwan is good at multitasking; she plans to attend the lecture while making posters.

When the professor stood up to introduce himself, amidst thunderous applause, Shao Wanwan heard a rather familiar name.

Jiang Ranxin.

Holy crap, it's the original owner's former mother-in-law, Jiang Ranxin.

Is the world really that small?

When Shao Wanwan was reading the book, she felt that the author had given Jiang Zheyuan's mother a name that was both gentle and elegant, and must have been filled with a lot of emotions.

However, this ethereal and otherworldly person was ruined by the original owner of the body.

The key point is that I was shocked by the name at the time.

Jiang Zheyuan came in from behind with his head down. He looked around and found that only the seat next to Shao Wanwan was empty, so he sat down.

It's hilarious that a son would be late for his own mother's class.

Shao Wanwan snorted coldly and remained silent.

Jiang Zheyuan's mother is a professor in the philosophy department, but not from this school.

Shao Wanwan thought about it and realized that Professor Jiang was only forty-five years old at the time, which was indeed not yet the age for retirement.

This world is so small.

She only saw the notice posted at the classroom door saying that a visiting professor would be giving a lecture and that no one in the class could be absent, otherwise they would lose credits.

Shao Wanwan relied on the materials she had bought before to learn most subjects on her own. She would only go to the classroom to take attendance for subjects where attendance was always taken.

She finally managed to attend a class, but it turned out to be the class taught by the original owner's mother-in-law, her future mother-in-law.

Thinking about what the original owner had done, Shao Wanwan felt inexplicably guilty. She lowered her head and shrank back, hoping that Professor Jiang would not see her.

Her mind seemed to suddenly stop working, and she was completely unaware that in Professor Jiang's eyes, who was standing on the lectern, she was at most a mosaic block.

However, I couldn't control my guilty conscience at all.

The key issue is that the original owner angered a perfectly good professor to the point of paralysis... At an age when he should have been enjoying his retirement, he could only lie in bed and even had to rely on others to turn over.

If it weren't for the Jiang family's wealth and the fact that they hired two nannies to take care of them, giving them massages and turning them over every hour, they would have developed bedsores from lying down all the time.

A person who has lived a life of self-respect and self-love, now in old age, needs a caregiver to help them with even basic bodily functions...

It is really……

Shao Wanwan hated that she had such a good memory. The passages from the book floated through her mind word by word, and when combined with Professor Jiang's gentle yet powerful voice on the podium, it was particularly intimidating.

Shao Wanwan was wearing a pair of polyester lantern pants and a black and white striped shirt with a bow tied at her waist. It was a very fashionable outfit, but it wasn't slip-resistant.

By the time Shao Wanwan was certain that Professor Jiang wouldn't see her mosaic patch, she was already almost sliding under the table.

Just as Shao Wanwan was about to grab the table leg and try to sit up, an arm reached out. Without thinking much, Shao Wanwan grabbed the arm and pulled herself up, finally settling into her seat.

The lecture hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shao Wanwan glanced at Jiang Zheyuan, who was looking ahead, and then casually withdrew her hand.

She had used too much force, leaving a clear handprint on Jiang Zheyuan's fair wrist...

How embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing.

Shao Wanwan felt her face getting hot.

She lowered her head, staring at the red paper and black pen, hesitating whether to openly slack off and do something else in front of Jiang Zheyuan, but she really had no interest in philosophy courses!

As a science and engineering student, when faced with the vast philosophical theories, she felt like a sesame seed in a sesame field, insignificant and not worth mentioning.

She soon understood why the huge lecture hall was so quiet.

That's because Professor Jiang asked a question to liven up the classroom atmosphere.

……

"If no one answers my questions voluntarily, then I will have to call on students by their student ID numbers," Professor Jiang's gentle yet penetrating voice rang out.

Then Shao Wanwan saw everyone pressing their heads and bodies down.

Several classmates almost slipped under the table, just like her.

She couldn't help but smile.

She quickly stopped laughing.

"Student number 27 from Class 1 of Business Administration, please stand up and answer my question."

The students in Class One all turned to look at Shao Wanwan.

Alright! Let the gears of fate turn!

Spin it around like crazy!

If you dare, grind me into mincemeat!

Never mind, I was just kidding. I want to live a good life.

After silently cursing to herself, Shao Wanwan slowly stood up.

Ever since she entered the classroom, she had been shocked that the lecturer was Jiang Zheyuan's mother, and she hadn't listened to what Professor Jiang was saying at all.

So she even knows what the problem is.

She was sitting in the second-to-last row, so she couldn't see the blackboard on the podium at all.

That's it, let's destroy the world!

Professor Jiang never liked the original owner, but he couldn't fight against the powerful.

When Shao Wanwan started school, she randomly chose her elective courses, thinking that philosophy was just a lot of memorization. She had a good memory, so she just needed to memorize some material before the exam and not fail.

If she had known that the elective course was taught by Jiang Zheyuan's mother, she would never have chosen philosophy.

To be honest, schools are too outdated now.

If elective courses were to be booked online like they always are, and all the teachers' information were published there, how could such a blunder have happened?

Sigh... I'm doomed now.

Shao Wanwan stood up in full view of everyone.

I'm trying to figure out how to get away with this.

Then Jiang Zheyuan handed over a note.

The note read: How to understand Schopenhauer's pessimism?

Shao Wanwan was secretly delighted; Schopenhauer was one of the few philosophers she knew.

If she asked anyone else, she'd be finished for today.

The image of a top student collapsed before it could even be established.

Shao Wanwan quickly summarized the literature she had read before, and then followed suit, "Schopenhauer believed that desires are endless. Satisfying one desire will generate a new one. He emphasized that suffering is inevitable in life, physical illness, aging and death. Suffering is everywhere. I personally basically agree with this, because people get bored when they get something and crave it when they don't. When facing pessimism, you have to find a middle ground. You can think of yourself as a blindfolded donkey, smelling a carrot and walking forward. Being between getting and not getting generates a huge internal driving force. This is my view on Schopenhauer's pessimism."

Well, that's my ramblings about Schopenhauer's pessimism.

Shao Wanwan's blindfolded donkey made everyone laugh.

The words may be rough, but the meaning is sound; however, this statement is far too crude.

Professor Jiang pushed up his glasses, smiled, glanced down at the roster, and read, "Number 27, Shao Wanwan... Shao, your statement is interesting. So, what do you think is the carrot hanging in front of the donkey?"

When Jiang Ranxin saw the name Shao Wanwan, she knew that this was her prospective daughter-in-law, whom she had only met once.

The prospective daughter-in-law has a terrible reputation.

Jiang Ranxin tried several times to get her father to go to Shao Guanghua to annul the engagement, but her father refused each time.

Hearing that she actually had something to say, I decided to put her in a difficult position and see if she had just stumbled upon this by sheer luck.

Shao Wanwan knew that her future mother-in-law wanted to "have a chat" with her...

This is the downside of mismatched family backgrounds: the intellectuals in one family love taking exams all the time.

But what she fears least is exams.