Upon hearing this, the girls in the lecture hall all let out a collective "eh," partly out of surprise, and partly because they felt this was a great opportunity for some gossip.

"Yes." Henry Clark replied simply.

"Which school?"

"CHU."

David Carter's heart skipped a beat. If it weren't for her, Old Lin would have almost gone to that school. What a coincidence.

The girls' disappointed sighs echoed through the room. They probably couldn't even say why—just that it felt like a pity.

So someone asked, "Senior, will you still come to the school in the future?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"But you haven't come much lately."

"I'll come even less in the future."

"......"

"Will you still be leading the math modeling competition team this year?"

"Yes."

"Can we sign up?"

"You can." Henry Clark patiently added, "The school's official website has the rules for registration and team selection. If you're interested, you can check it out."

The "ask a personal question" session instantly turned into a Q&A conference, and the students all started talking at once.

"We've checked!"

"But it's way too hard!"

"Senior, you're messing with us. There are no rules, just one problem!"

"Is there a problem with that?"

After Henry Clark asked, he unexpectedly walked to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and quickly wrote the problem in the center of the board.

He wrote with a casual flair, but David Carter was surprised to find that Henry Clark seemed especially gentle at that moment.

"We can't solve it!"

"This is way too hard!"

Before he even finished writing the problem, groans of despair started to rise from below.

But for David Carter, from the moment Henry Clark started writing the first stroke, she could no longer hear the sounds around her. She couldn't even see Henry Clark's figure in her line of sight—she could only see the problem slowly taking shape.

It was long and difficult. She could understand some parts, but others were completely unfamiliar.

She was completely absorbed, feeling confused yet challenged. She instinctively flipped through her materials, pulled a pen from her pocket, and started copying it down.

As she wrote, strange ideas kept popping into her mind, and she couldn't help but jot them all down.

"Hey, Classmate Carter, are you solving the problem?"

Suddenly, someone next to David Carter called out, snapping her out of her trance.

Grace Bennett's voice was loud, and in an instant, the whole classroom's attention was on her.

Henry Clark had already reached the door, but he stopped and looked back at her.

David Carter's first reaction was embarrassment. What was she doing?

A philosophy major trying to solve a problem set by the campus heartthrob in the math department—what an overreach, how embarrassing.

She looked timidly at Henry Clark.

But Henry Clark's gaze remained clear and penetrating.

There are always some people who, with just one look, make you want to become like them.

David Carter quickly calmed down. What's there to be afraid of?

"I'm just copying the problem," she said to Grace Bennett.

"Senior, do you really want to join Henry Clark's team?" Grace Bennett glanced at the campus heartthrob by the door. "No wonder you just volunteered to ask Henry Clark a question..."

"Just being studious and inquisitive."

"No, no, no, I don't think that's it. Aren't you a philosophy major?" Grace Bennett paused, curling her lips into a smile. "You're working so hard on a math problem—could it be that you have a crush on Henry Clark?"

At this point, "crazy" wasn't enough to describe it. The looks from the surrounding students were already full of sympathy.

David Carter really didn't care about Grace Bennett's teasing, but in that moment, in that setting, with Henry Clark's handsome figure in the distance, the sunset casting a hazy glow—

She suddenly laughed, turned to Grace Bennett, and asked, "Hey, how did you know?"

Silence. At first, it was an unbearably awkward silence. The students looked at each other, not expecting to hear such a bold confession in class. Then, someone couldn't help but snicker, and soon the whole classroom erupted in laughter.

Grace Bennett was smug at first, but gradually realized that no one was mocking anyone. The students were genuinely happy—some even applauded, and someone whistled.

David Carter was open and cheerful, grinning widely.

At that moment, Henry Clark moved. With one hand in his pocket and his jacket casually draped over his arm, he walked up the steps from the bottom of the lecture hall and soon stood in front of them.

The classroom fell silent once again.

David Carter stared in shock at Henry Clark's handsome face. What did this mean?

Henry Clark himself didn't think there was anything strange about what he was doing. He casually asked, "Are you working on it?"

"Just... jotting down some ideas?"

Someone in the classroom gasped.

Only then did David Carter realize that her answer sounded a bit arrogant, so she quickly corrected herself, "I'm just copying the problem to study it later."

"Can I take a look?" Henry Clark said.

David Carter's heart started pounding uncontrollably again, but Henry Clark's expression remained calm and natural, as if he hadn't even noticed her public confession just now. Well, it did sound like a joke—why would the campus heartthrob care?

She felt even more at ease, flipped over the sheet of paper in her hand, and handed it over.