Are you crazy?

Shen Mojun was shocked!

A skillful tone, with precise and accurate American pronunciation. At this moment, Shen Mojun, who was always critically picky, cannot even find a single error from what he just said.

Am I dreaming?

Looking at the sudden changing expressions on Mojun's face, Qingyang smiled and said: "I didn't expect you also liked this poem. If I was not wrong, isn't this a poem written by a British poet?"

These were two quotes from the poem is called "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley. It was written in 1875.

Invictus, the title of the poem brought up Qingyang's interest.

"You even know this poem?" Mojun asked with a slight surprise.

This poem was not extraordinary famous, but Chen Qingyang still knew it. This proved that Qingyang was telling the truth.

"Yeah, I have seen it once or twice." Chen Qingyang said.

"Have you studied abroad?" Mojun's tone is no longer as cold as before, and her eyes are curiously glazing at this young man who was not even twenty years old.

"No, I haven't studied abroad, but I did spend a few years there, and learned English during that time," Qingyang said.

"No way! You can learn to speak English in just two years? Learning English as a second language takes long-term professional training." Shen Mojun shook his head and said with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

Just with a single sentence in English, Mojun was sure that Qingyang was good, maybe not too far away from her level. Mojun started learning English since she was very young, and she knew how hard it was to learn and speak fluent English.

Mojun won't believe that Qingyang can learn that much in such a short amount of time.

"If you won't believe me, then I can't do anything about that." Chen Qingyang shrugged.

He did not lie to Mojun. When he was on a special mission abroad, he contacted many members of the royal family and other powerful leaders. Qingyang was a talented learner; he won't forget anything that he heard or seen, two years was more than enough for him to learn a new language.

Mojun frowned slightly, her eyes meet saw Qingyang's eyes, he didn't look like he was lying. So, she sat back on to her chair and pulled up the document on her computer again.

"Since you are a special enrolled English student, then why not choose a foreign language major, and yet you chose the most unpopular profession on the list - an Archeology major?" Mojun asked.

At this point, Shen Mojun held no more doubt that Qingyang is an actual English special enrollment student.

"Because the ladies of the Foreign Language School don't have enough taste to attract me!" Qingyang said as if it was such an obvious explanation.

Mojun's face grew dark, even worse than before, and for a short moment, she did not even know what he was talking about.

Everyone in the school knew that the Foreign Languages School of Fuhai University was packed with the best and most attractive women the school have. Five of the top ten "School Flowers" were from there.

However, the School of Archaeology that Qingyang signed up for had not had a single beauty for the past five years. In fact, there were only two girls enlisted at the start of the School. It was known to others and a profession for "monks".

Despite all that, rumors did say that this year the School of Archeology finally got its third female student.

"So... the Archaeology Profession has beautiful women that attracted you?" Mojun said almost going speechless, she was highly disappointed. If Chen Qingyang, such an excellent English Special Enrollment Student, don't go for the English Major that she teaches, his talent will be wasted.

"Of course, there are," Qingyang said. The image of that beautiful girl from that document folder that he received reappeared in his mind. He cannot wait.

She should be somewhere here on the school campus to finish her registration!

"Ok, Chen Qingyang. We need to have a good talk right here. As a teacher and a mentor, I recommend you consider more about your future. Don't just trash your marvelous talent. With your English skills, you will have a bright future in Fuhai University's School of Foreign Languages. Archaeology is not the best choice for you. Besides, there will always be a whole handful of beautiful women for you to pick and choose there." Mojun said with both deep emotion and strong persuasiveness, she seriously can't bear to see such a talent not choosing the right path. She thought that no matter how stubborn a student would be, he must be fully convinced as this point.

However, Qingyang shook his head unexpectantly and said: "I only like that beauty in the School of Archeology, and nothing else."

Mojun stared at Qingyang's serious face for a long time just to make sure that he was not joking. Now she is speechless.

"Even so, this still doesn't conflict with your entry into the School of Foreign Languages, right? Fuhai University never prohibited students from different colleges to fall in love." Mojun is desperate to get another excellent student; she was making her final attempt to convince him.

"Professor, you don't have to spend more time persuading me anymore. I am decided to do so." Qingyang refused, again.

Crazy man! So stubborn!

Mojun was taking deep breaths, how can there be such a stubborn child in the world?

"In this case, why did you come to my office then?" Mojun's tone becomes indifferent once again.

Qingyang looked at Mojun again and again with a playful look, and said after a while, "I just want to see what my fiancée looks like."

"Fiancée? Who is your fiancée?" Mojun was confused by Chen Qingyang and asked.

"You of course, whom else is in this room? You are my fiancée." Qingyang said with a smile.

"Bam!"

Mojun's slammed the table. Her emotions changed suddenly, and she screamed: "Chen, did you get water in your brain? ARE YOU CRAZY?"