Stop Flirting, Senior! I Skipped a Grade and Became Your Senior

A stunning, capricious beauty faces a bewildered, broken-hearted boy. When Shen Chuyu dozed off while receiving her doctoral degree from Huaqing University, the diploma in her hand turned into a love letter, and the person before her changed from a fifty-year-old professor into a tall, slender high school student with cold eyes and an aloof, pale face. And she was holding out the love letter. Guan Ziqin’s every gesture radiated rejection. His eyes were utterly unmoved as he looked at the frail, slender girl in front of him. His long-fingered hand took the pink letter, then he pulled out a lighter and set it alight with bored indifference. The burning letter blossomed like a flower. Guan Ziqin lifted his chin and said in the flattest voice imaginable, “Study hard. Don’t put your thoughts where they don’t belong.” Shen Chuyu looked up, six dots popping above her head as she asked, exasperated: “What are you putting on airs for, kid?”