[Luojiang Entertainment: #Professor L got into trouble again! ##Professor L took his wife and mistress to stay in a hotel together #Wow!!!! According to an informant’s submission, the one who got into trouble this time was the one who was on the hot search a month ago
Professor, I didn’t expect it to be so fun?!]
[Luojiang Entertainment: The professor took his wife, his mistress, to Ludao Island for vacation. Each of them had a room, and the world was declining. Could it be that they were taking turns to sleep with each other?]
[Luojiang Entertainment: Shura Field - the real shot of my wife’s mistress meeting in the hotel corridor with more than 3,000 likes!!!]
The so-called gossip is used to entertain people other than the person involved.
The first time was new, the second time was familiar. When she was resting in the hotel room in the afternoon, Jian Anran knew that something was wrong when she saw three Weibo posts from Luojiang Entertainment.
Professor, mistress, hotel, no matter which word you use alone, can become synonymous with beauty, let alone combining all the elements together.
A lot of melon-eating people soon gathered below.
[Still the same professor? This professor’s character is not good]
[The same professor has so many tidbits, there must be something wrong with him, right??]
[That’s right! It must be the professor’s problem! How could someone else arrange something for you when you’re such a good person?]
The real-time comments below are refreshed so fast that Jian Anran’s eyes are overwhelmed.
It has to be said that the power of the crowd’s keyboard cannot be underestimated. Soon someone uncovered all the information on Wen Siheng’s LinkedIn.
Whether it’s photos, academic qualifications, or even the research institutes where I’ve worked and the projects I’ve worked on, everything has been stripped away.
[What about the doctor who returned from overseas? He looks like a human and a dog, but I didn’t expect him to be dressed like a beast]
[It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance. When I see a handsome guy, my first reaction is to run away. Sure enough, handsome guys are all scumbags!]
Wen Siheng's call still failed to get through. Recalling the so-called Shura Field in the entertainment tabloids, Jian Anran began to have a headache.
As soon as the door opened in the afternoon, she met Xiangyi coming out of room 2903. Jian Anran was a little confused at the moment.
"I suspect that the teacher's mailbox has been stolen!"
The person in front of me looked around in a panic. When she saw that there was no one in the corridor, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Jian Anran straight to her room.
"I just received an email from the teacher." Xiangyi held Jian Anran's hand tightly, her palms slightly sweaty.
"He said there was something wrong with the paper I sent him last time and asked me to go to his room when I had time and he would help me correct it."
"Then what?" Jian Anran asked.
From the looks of Xiangyi, it doesn’t seem like it’s just that simple.
"I rang the doorbell for a long time but no one answered. When I lowered my head, I realized that the door was not locked at all. I pushed the door open and went in without thinking much."
"You didn't lock the door?" Jian Anran was a little surprised.
It stands to reason that the hotel room door will automatically lock as long as it is closed smoothly. It is difficult to forget to lock the door.
There was no one in the hotel corridor in the afternoon. They opened the door again with a tentative attitude.
Sure enough, it was unlocked, and the door opened with a slight push.
After walking into the door, she turned around and closed the door. Sure enough, the door could not be closed tightly. Jian Anran stood on tiptoes and carefully explored the door frame, only to find that there were several pieces of transparent tape wrapped around the top of the door frame.
The thickness of the tape is very clever, just enough to hold the door open, but not so thick that it can be noticed at a glance.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the curtains in Wen Siheng's room were not closed. When he looked up, he could see the dazzling sunlight.
The gentle sea breeze came in through the slightly opened window, causing the window screen to swing randomly.
After walking a few steps inside, Jian Anran poked her head in and saw that the bedding was neat and tidy, with no wrinkles at all.
The bed is empty.
Where is the person? Isn’t Wen Siheng back a long time ago?
After calling again, his cell phone was left on the bedside and he didn't take it with him.
"Didi——" The sound of unlocking the room card came from behind. Jian Anran looked in the direction of the door alertly, and Xiangyi couldn't help but shrink back to Jian Anran.
"Why are you here?" Wen Siheng was a little surprised when he walked in.
He came back wearing a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, and was carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store.
"The door to the teacher's room is not locked properly," Xiangyi said.
"Really?" Wen Siheng turned around and checked the door. They had just taken off the tape, and now when he closed it with his hands, the door was locked tightly.
"Isn't the teacher feeling unwell? Why are you still going out?"
"Maybe I ate something bad," Wen Siheng put the things on the small bar. "I just felt nauseous and wanted to vomit on the way back to the hotel. I almost vomited out the bile, but it made me feel less uncomfortable."
"I just went to exercise and sweated. It's fine now. Do you want to sit down? I'll order something to drink."
As he spoke, Wen Siheng politely pulled out the two chairs next to the desk and motioned for them to sit down.
"Teacher," Xiangyi asked in a low voice, "Is your email still in use recently?"
"Hmm? Email?" As if he remembered something, Wen Siheng turned on his phone again to confirm.
"I don't know why, but I can't log in to my mailbox lately."
After hesitating for a moment, Xiangyi immediately took out the email he received.
After reading the email, Wen Siheng realized something was wrong. She was a female student, a professor, and still in a hotel like this.
Wen Siheng put down the phone number he originally planned to call for room service and smiled at them.
"Maybe I can't buy you coffee, so it's safer to go back first."
After returning to the room, Jian Anran immediately opened Weibo. After browsing for a few minutes, she finally saw the bomb-like post.
"Bang——" suddenly exploded on Weibo's hot search list.
She changed hands and posted it in the chat window.
[Elder Tang: I knew it [helpless]]
【Jane:What should I do?】
[Elder Tang: Wait and see what happens]
The matter quickly escalated and became more and more serious, and even made the headlines of the local evening newspaper.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, the school authorities urgently stopped their research and immediately returned to school.
The nanny car stopped in the parking lot in front of the department building, and the group dragged the computers back to the office.
As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw a group of reporters holding cameras and microphones squatting in the dark at the office door.
Reacting very quickly, Mi Yingying immediately pressed the elevator's door button.
"Damn open campus!" She cursed in a low voice.
"Ding dong——"
The elevator returned to the first floor again. A group of people carrying luggage looked at each other in a dignified atmosphere, not knowing what to say.
"Then let's disband on the spot. Thank you all for your hard work. We will summarize the collected information when the time comes."
Wen Siheng smiled helplessly, "I may not be able to return to the office for a while, so let's meet online for the next time."
"Teacher!" Xiangyi called out to stop Wen Siheng who turned to leave, "Teacher, aren't you going to post a clarification?"
The person in front of me was silent for a while.
"No matter what I say, people online will think I'm trying to hide something."
After saying goodbye to each other, everyone left separately.
"Where are you going, senior?" Mi Yingying asked as she watched Song Qi turn around and press the button for the upward elevator.
