After Rebirth, I Turned My Senior Student into My Child's Father

"This story is purely fictitious. All cases, institutions, and characters are fictional settings and do not allude to any real events." She is a talented girl in the legal department and an unattainable iceberg flower in the eyes of everyone. He is the legendary academic god in the computer science department, and the campus male god who is dazzling on the court but distant and cold. They are like two parallel lines, passing each other countless times on the Yanda campus, but never intersecting. Wen Zhiyu has a secret - she was reborn, and her past life memories are filled with the flashes of swords and swords in the court. In this life, she just wants to finish college quietly and be an ordinary academic. After completing four years of courses in her sophomore year, she went directly to graduate school in her junior year. When she graduated from her senior year, her tutor held her hand and said, "Zhiyu, you are the most talented student I have ever seen." But there is another secret in her heart - Jiang Shiyan who is always wearing a gray sweater and black-rimmed glasses at the window on the third floor of the library. She remembered his slender fingers when turning his pen, her deep voice when explaining the algorithm, and the slim waistline he revealed when he casually lifted up the corner of his clothes to wipe sweat after making a three-pointer. She's busy becoming the youngest practicing lawyer in the country, whose Silicon Valley startup is valued at more than $100 million. They shine brightly in their respective orbits, like two stars that are getting brighter and brighter, but are separated by the entire distance of the Milky Way. At that moment, time flowed back to the afternoon in the Yan University Library. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting tiny spots of light on his eyelashes. He put down the tea cup, walked down the wooden stairs step by step, and stopped in front of her. "Wen Zhiyu." He called her name, "I've been waiting for you to show up for eight years." "Now, how long are you going to make me wait?"