Chapter 409
In September.
The academic year at Birchwood College was in full swing, and the campus was buzzing with students.
With the influx of youthful energy, Cordelia, a lecturer, felt an invigorating boost. Indeed, those who
spent their time within the ivory towers of academia seemed to age slower.
On Wednesday morning, Cordelia had a lecture to deliver to her finance postgraduates – a deep dive
into Financial ounting.
She was wearing a denim dress that day, and the soft fabric hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting
her curves and youthful glow. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and she had applied a lightyer of
makeup as a sign of respect for her students.
The finance postgraduates were a mixed bag,prising around twenty-odd students with varied
research interests.
As it was the first lecture of the year, Cordelia was a bit nervous. The heat of the day didn''t help either,
making her forehead glisten with a thinyer of sweat.
"Good morning, everyone. I''m Cordelia, your Financial ounting lecturer for this year."
After her introduction, she wrote her name, Cordelia, on the ckboard. Her handwriting was elegant,
a result of dedicated practice.
She could hear whispers among the students. She guessed they were probably discussing how she
was much younger than most finance lecturers, who were usually in their forties. She appeared to be in
her early twenties. They were probably also wondering where she graduated from and if she was
married.
Cordelia smiled at the thought. She used to gossip in the same way when she was a student.
Harold, one of her students, sat in thest row, observing Cordelia with interest. When Cordelia first
walked in, Harold was taken aback. He hadn''t expected this young woman to be a lecturer and not an
assistant to undergraduate students. She must have at least obtained her Ph.D. However, she looked
no older than a college student.
Cordelia delivered her lecture with rity, using rtable examples. Her students seemed to appreciate
her style of teaching.
By the time the ss ended, it was almost noon. Cordelia rushed to the cafeteria for a quick lunch.
The cafeteria was packed with students. Cordelia, not one to cut in line, patiently waited her turn.
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"Ms. Haselwood?" Harold walked past her, with a tray in one hand and his hand in his pocket.
"Harold?" Cordelia was surprised to see him.
"You don''t cook?" Harold looked at her, not with the respect a student normally had for a teacher, but
with a teasing curiosity.
"I have a ss at one." Cordelia checked her watch. It was already past twelve.
Without saying a word, Harold took Cordelia''s tray and went to the front of the line. He returned shortly
with two trays of food and found them a ce to sit.
"Why didn''t you go to the staff cafeteria?" Harold asked her.
Cordelia looked at the food on her tray. It had Hawaiian rice, roasted pork, and braised ribs marinated
in garlic sauce.
"How did you know I like these?" Cordelia asked him.
A smug smile formed on Harold''s face. "Do you like it? I just picked the most expensive dishes. You
wouldn''t dare to waste it even if you didn''t like it."
Caught in her student''s clever trick, Cordelia felt a bit embarrassed. "How much is it? I''ll transfer it to
you." Cordelia took out her phone.
"It''s eight dors. Go ahead." Harold pulled out his phone and showed her his contact information.
Cordelia added him on Messenger and transferred the money to him. It wasn''t unusual for a
postgraduate supervisor to have their students on Messenger.
"Why are you eating here in the student cafeteria?"
"I have a ss in Block One this afternoon. It''s closest to the cafeteria." She checked her watch again.
It was already half past twelve. She needed to eat quickly.
"Where did you graduate from?" Harold asked.
"You''ve just started the semester. Soon, your program supervisor will have a meeting to introduce all
the teaching staff. You''ll find out then. I''m finished, I have to go." After saying this, Cordelia returned her
tray and left the cafeteria in a hurry.