The crowd was engaged in animated discussions, not noticing a petite figure descending from the floor above. As she passed by a group of people, someone with sharp eyes spotted her, staring in astonishment.
"May I ask who you're looking for, student?"
An'an frowned slightly, a hint of confusion crossing her delicate, three-dimensional face.
"This is a restricted area, student. You can't walk in carelessly."
Confusion flickered across An'an's eyes as she glanced at the person speaking, answering coldly, "I have a pass." With that, she handed over her pass, the name Sheng An clearly printed on it.
"...Hehe... so you're Sheng An." The woman who had questioned her looked embarrassed, inwardly marveling at how everyone said the new professor looked young, yet she hadn't expected her to be this young.
Hard to believe—is she even an adult? How could someone so young be on par with a professor in their sixties or seventies?
"Are you an adult?"
