Chapter 238:
Coulson nodded and took a seat in the middle of the front row.
Coulson was famous as the universityâs everlasting heartthrob, with a mysterious background known only to the principal.
Even the proud heir of the Stevenson Group didnât dare to cross him. Therefore, the students of the Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department held Coulson in high regard.
Upon Coulsonâs arrival, everyone naturally shifted their focus toward him, including Dorsey, who paused at the microphone, uncertain of how to proceed.
Dorsey respected few beyond the faculty, with Coulson being an exception.
The girl nearest to Coulson whispered, âCoulson is so handsome! Itâs no surprise heâs been the universityâs heartthrob for years!â
âI agree! Just yesterday, I heard people from the next department praising the Stevenson Group heir, claiming heâs the ideal university heartthrob. If only they could see Coulson and understand what a true heartthrob looks like!â
âUnbelievable.
How does he even compare to Coulson? Please, thatâs an insult to Coulson!â
Coulson paid no mind to the discussion of his younger peers.
He was here because Fletcher insisted.
Fletcher had stated that his sister was giving her first lecture in their department today and that Coulson needed to attend, even if it meant crawling.
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Dorsey left the stage and approached Coulson.
âCoulson, did Mr. Bates specifically ask you to come and learn about aerospace mechanics? I heard our lecturer is exceptional, and Mr. Bates went out of his way to invite her to share her insights with us.â
Coulson nodded absentmindedly.
His presence here wasnât due to Willisâ persistence, but rather a favor that had tricked him into attending. If it had been Willis, he would have already left. No, if it had been Willis, he wouldnât have even stepped into the auditorium. Never mind.
He might as well catch some sleep.
After all, he had shown due respect by showing up here. This so-called sharing session didnât seem worth his attention.
Just as Coulson was about to recline and doze off, a tall, poised figure entered through the doorway.
He instinctively sat upright, his gaze tracking her every movement.
Coulson wasnât the only one struck by her presence. The previously noisy auditorium fell silent, all eyes drawn to the newcomer.
Harlee, carrying a 1.6-meter-long helicopter model, elegantly proceeded to the center of the auditorium. The students watched in awe as Harlee, a seemingly delicate woman, effortlessly carried a helicopter model that typically required two people to handle. It prompted them to gulp in astonishment.
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