When he saw the song title, the student paused for a moment.

"Hehe, 'Dear You'? What kind of weird name is that..."

The student looked at the list of song titles, and among them, this one stood out with its unique style. While complaining, his hands didn't stop moving. After listening to it once, he decisively clicked to listen again.

After listening again, he replayed it.

And again.

And again...

"Ding!"

"You have reached your listening limit for today." A notification popped up on the light screen.

Listening limit reached?!

He had already listened five times?

That fast?!

He suddenly realized that he had listened to this song five times and hadn't done anything else—the whole time had just gone to listening to the song. He actually focused all his attention on listening to a song five times!?

Download!

It's only one yuan. He felt like he could put this song on repeat all afternoon today, especially during those two particularly sleep-inducing classes. Listening to this song would be perfect. Maybe just as he was about to fall asleep, the "hehe" in his headphones would wake him up.

After downloading, this student rushed to the school forum to post a song recommendation.

[Handsome Guy's Handsome Song]: "Today I was woken up by a song! Portal below, direct link to the listening page."

Chapter 9: Didn't Expect You to Be This Kind of Little Secretary

At this time, the late sleepers had also gotten up, and plenty of students without classes were idly browsing online. Seeing the song recommendation post, they clicked in.

Some who were too lazy to listen just chatted in the comments below.

[Guitarist Xiang]: What kind of song can wake someone up with its handsomeness?

[Handsome Guy's Handsome Song]: Hehe, 'Dear You'.

[YouYou FishFish]: ...What?

[Handsome Guy's Handsome Song]: Go search for it yourself, not saying more, off to find food, still have Mr. Grant's class this afternoon.

[Most Love Mi Yu]: Wait! Is the OP talking about that 'one of the academy's three great hypnosis masters', the 'Mr. Grant'?

[Handsome Guy's Handsome Song]: That's the one.

[Guitarist Xiang]: ...I'm off to listen to the song.

[YouYou FishFish]: Me too!

[Most Love Mi Yu]: Same!

After that, many quiet onlookers also clicked the portal to listen. They wanted to know what kind of song could resist the "hypnosis technique" of one of the three great hypnosis masters, Mr. Grant.

"Mr. Grant" was actually an old professor at this school, not yet retired. He used to teach philosophy, but now he had switched to teaching composition. In recent years, the old man didn't have as much energy, so he switched to teaching electives. These classes were fewer in number, and the teaching quality requirements weren't as strict as for core courses.

However, this old professor's style was a bit slow and methodical. As the students put it, Professor Grant spoke like a sloth, making people drowsy. Students had repeatedly suggested that Old Professor Grant switch to online classes, but unfortunately, the proposals were rejected.

The classes were hypnotic, and you still had to drag yourself to the classroom. Logically, no one should choose his courses, but the problem was, this old professor's classes gave a lot of credits, so naturally, many students took them. As a result, there were plenty of people being hypnotized. Once, a young lecturer overheard the students' discussions, didn't believe the hype, and went to audit a class. After that... there was no after. They never saw that lecturer audit Professor Grant's class again.

Professor Grant was highly experienced and had made many contributions to the school. Most people didn't dare to criticize him, and those who dared didn't want to bother, so Professor Grant's classes just continued like this, year after year. Old Grant even got addicted to teaching. He was strict in class: students could ignore his lecture, but absolutely couldn't do anything else, including sleeping. Serious offenders would fail and lose credits.

That day, Old Professor Grant strolled leisurely into the classroom, glanced around—couldn't see clearly, too many people, and his eyesight wasn't good, but it seemed everyone was present.

As usual, he turned on the monitor. Professor Grant carefully checked every corner of the lecture hall, which held nearly a thousand people. Good, no one was playing with their wristbands. He checked a few other spots—same result.

This made Old Professor Grant very satisfied. The only strange thing was, today, the students in class seemed to have their consciousness merged with the universe, their spirits detached from their bodies, gazing at the stars, like a group of mysterious thinkers communing with the cosmos. In short, they were all collectively spacing out.

In the past, Old Professor Grant would have just ignored this, but today, the more he taught, the more he felt something was off. It wasn't just one or two students, or even a few—it was a huge swath of them!

The atmosphere was extremely strange!

Old Professor Grant spoke slower and slower, and finally stopped. The vibe was off; he couldn't go on!

Old Professor Grant pressed a button. "You there, repeat what I just said."

The student called on was snapped back to reality by the flashing red light on his desk, indicating he had been called. He stood up, wanting to say "I didn't catch that," but what came out of his mouth, as if by magic, was: "Hehe."

Old Professor Grant: "..."

The other students in the classroom: "..." Legend!

Old Professor Grant left class with a stern face, and his steps out of the classroom were much faster than usual, nothing like his usual sloth-like crawl! The students who had chosen the elective were all on edge, feeling like a storm was coming.

Not in the mood to care about the students' reactions, Old Professor Grant went straight back to his office and got online. He had already found out the reason from the students, and after logging in, he went straight to the listening page.