Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1530

Chapter 1530: I’ve never been happier, Professor.

"Stay here."

Mark watched as Penny closed the door and jogged toward the entrance of the university. Although she’d said she was visiting a lab, her real plan was to make a stop at the university where Professor Singh was teaching.

"I wonder if the master already knows about this," he muttered, shaking his head, eyes lingering on her oddly masculine figure. Even her gait was different, not to mention her talent at changing her voice. "She’s starting to scare me... What else is she hiding?"

What was next?

She was actually an elderly woman?

An angel?

Or a human in an animal costume?

"I don’t even want to think about it," he sighed, pressing a button in the car that brought up a tracking interface showing Penny’s current location.

Since Penny sometimes preferred to be alone, she’d had tracking installed on her devices, allowing Mark to monitor her whereabouts via her phone.

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Inside the University...

"I see that none of you got the equation right. Haha," Professor Singh chuckled from the front of the class. He scanned the students, then noticed a figure standing by the exit at the far end of the room.

Leaning casually against the doorframe was a young man—or rather, a young lady dressed as one. He squinted, adjusting his glasses, before recognition dawned on him.

He smiled at the class. "This remains your assignment. Until one of you solves it correctly, we won’t move on. And if you need motivation... a fourteen-year-old solved this many years ago. It can’t be right that someone that age is smarter than all of you combined, can it?"

"Professor, that’s not fair!" one student groaned, but Singh simply chuckled.

"Then you’d better get it right next time. Class dismissed."

Judging by their expressions, not everyone was pleased. They’d been stuck on this equation for two weeks now. Groaning, the students gathered their belongings and slowly shuffled out to their next class.

Meanwhile, Penny smirked as she watched the students pass before casually making her way down the steps to where Professor Singh stood.

"Professor, I don’t think any of them will graduate if you don’t help them out a little," she teased as she reached him.

Standing by the desk, Professor Singh turned to her with a warm laugh. "Those kids are smart. They’ll get it—if they actually look closely."

"Well, if you say so, I’ll believe you."

"Penelope, why don’t you take a seat? I just need to tidy this up." He gestured toward the desk while quickly organizing his papers.

Penny glanced around the empty classroom, her lips curling into a fond smile.

This brought back memories.

In her first life, Penny hadn’t studied abroad. She’d gone to this very university, graduated from it, and had even worked here. Not only had she been part of a research team, but she’d also taught a few special classes, which was why she was often invited to speak at events.

And my favorite class was definitely his, she thought, taking a seat at one of the desks.