Study System: I'm a 38-Year-Old Student-Chapter 283 - 191: Reporting to UC Tomorrow

There really aren’t many teachers like Zhao Ruihai in universities these days.

The first half of the class ended.

It was time for the break.

Zhao Ruihai took the initiative to find Shen Qiushan: "Xiaoshen, if you don’t need the bathroom, let’s chat for a bit."

"Professor Zhao, just say whatever’s on your mind."

Shen Qiushan smiled, looking all ears.

"Privately, you can just call me Old Zhao."

"In terms of achievements, I’m not as good as you!"

Zhao Ruihai waved his hand and said, "I finished your ’Three-Body Civilization’—it’s brilliant, so many of the ideas in your novel honestly blew me away!"

"For example, the Nanometer Flying Blade, the Curvature Spaceship, the Water Drop Detector, and so on. Seems wild, yet it’s all rooted in solid science..."

Talking about ’Three-Body Civilization,’ Zhao Ruihai looked even more energetic than when he was teaching. It was obvious he genuinely loved this novel.

"Xiaoshen, let’s add each other on WeChat."

"There are things in the book I still want to discuss with you."

That ten-minute break clearly wasn’t enough for Zhao Ruihai, so he added Shen Qiushan on WeChat, too.

The break ended.

Zhao Ruihai went back to the podium.

Shen Qiushan was ready to keep "milking" his Scholar Index, but just then, his phone suddenly buzzed—it was a call from an unknown Beijing number.

If it’d been just any random number, Shen Qiushan would probably have ignored it. But since this one was from Beijing, he worried it might be about that fight between Shen Yixiao and someone else, so he greeted Zhao Ruihai and went to the corridor corner to answer.

"Hello, is this Teacher Shen Qiushan?"

It was a woman’s voice on the other end.

"That’s me—who’s speaking?"

Shen Qiushan actually thought it might be the police or someone official calling about an incident.

But judging by the way the caller addressed him, it clearly wasn’t.

"Teacher Shen, hello."

"I’m Tian Yuhong, Yang Nian’s agent. Sorry to bother you—I mainly wanted to discuss something with you..."

"Yang Nian?"

"The one who sings?"

Shen Qiushan interrupted, confused.

"Right."

"Yes, singer Yang Nian!"

Tian Yuhong continued, "Our Niannian is preparing her new album, and she really likes the song ’Red Rose’ you wrote, so we’d like to buy the copyright."

"Teacher Shen, what price do you think is appropriate?"

Once he understood what this was about, Shen Qiushan was honestly speechless.

So they just want to buy a song!

If he’d known, Shen Qiushan absolutely wouldn’t have answered—this was ruining his plan to milk the top student index!

"Not for sale!"

"I’m still in class, that’s it!"

Shen Qiushan turned her down without hesitation.

Not like he’s short on cash now, anyway.

Plus, that ’Red Rose’ song was basically tailor-made for the Red Rose Band—the title and the band name match, so obviously he’d leave it for Lin Xiamo to sing.

After hanging up, Shen Qiushan hurried back to the classroom, but he’d barely warmed his seat before Tian Yuhong called again.

This time, he wouldn’t pick up, of course—just pretended not to see.

But Tian Yuhong was especially persistent. When Shen Qiushan didn’t answer, she called two more times in a row.

Fed up with the harassment, Shen Qiushan simply added her to his blacklist.

The world went instantly quiet!

After squeezing out all the Scholar Index he could in the second half, Shen Qiushan stretched. This was their only big class in the morning.

And with class ending at 10:20, he could take his sweet time heading to the canteen for lunch.

But he hadn’t even made it there when his phone rang again—another strange number, also from Beijing.

Really persistent!!

Shen Qiushan could guess without even thinking—it must be that agent Tian Yuhong.

He answered, not bothering to hide his annoyance: "I said it’s not for sale, why keep calling!"

"Teacher Shen, sorry to disturb you."

This time, a gentle female voice replied—totally different from before.

"Who’s this?"

Shen Qiushan asked.

"Teacher Shen, I’m Yang Nian."

"Sister Hong kept calling you, that was thoughtless. I apologize!"

Her attitude was genuinely sincere on the phone.

As the saying goes, you don’t hit a smiling face.

And this time, it was Yang Nian herself, the superstar calling—Shen Qiushan definitely had to show some respect.

"I was in class just now, so I really couldn’t take the calls."

"That agent, Ms. Tian, kept calling non-stop, so I had to temporarily block her, otherwise I’d miss the lesson!"

Shen Qiushan explained.

"I understand!"

"We’re the ones bothering Teacher Shen."

Yang Nian apologized again, clearly leading with a good attitude, then added, "Teacher Shen, would you consider parting with ’Red Rose’?"

"I’m willing to offer a high price!"

"It’s not about price!"

"I never intended to sell this song!"

Shen Qiushan rejected firmly.

"Five million!"

"Plus a cut of sales!"

Yang Nian came in hard with the money, thinking surely there was no song out there that couldn’t be bought—only a matter of price!

Shen Qiushan chuckled, "Was I not clear enough?"

"Told you, this song’s not for sale!"

If it was before, Shen Qiushan would’ve dreamed someone tried to bury him in cash.

But times have changed; Shen Qiushan simply doesn’t need the money.

Five million for one song, plus sales commission—tempting for sure.

But Shen Qiushan still wasn’t moved.

"Alright then, sorry to bother you."

Hearing the irritation in Shen Qiushan’s voice, Yang Nian was about to hang up, but she couldn’t quite give up and went on, "Teacher Shen, would it be alright to add you on WeChat?"