This is the latest hot topic because a dunk photo went viral online, with rumors saying that a school idol from Jiangzhou No.1 High School has suddenly beco incredibly popular, worshipped by female netizens as the national male god.
Weibo is full of girls drooling over him, begging for the male god’s na, begging for his family background, begging for his body asurents... It feels like a bunch of middle-school girls in their awkward phase, interspersed with so odd older won...
Yun Ya saw that photo that made him outrageously famous.
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On the sweaty basketball court, the boy in the purple and white jersey leaped into the air, dunking the ball precisely, his posture bursting with assertiveness. You could even see the bulging veins on his arms and legs, sparking a kind of soaring passion.
The angle of the photo looked like a sneaky shot, but it was artistically shot, the side profile clear-cut in the bright sunlight, the soaring eyebrows, the sharp gaze, the high nose bridge, the slightly pursed thin lips, all coming together like a handso man from a fashion magazine, stunningly handso to the point of shocking the heavens and moving spirits.
Passion, vigor, and youthful energy, like the early morning sunlight or a scorching fla, in this young man, you could feel the purest brightness and hope of life, compelling you involuntarily to chase, to adore.
No wonder so many girls like him, this photo really was taken well. Looking at it, even Yun Ya felt her heart flutter.
The haughty little brat from her childhood had grown up so much in the blink of an eye.
Yun Ya smiled and shut down the Weibo page, nipping those budding thoughts quietly in the bud.
She had always been a very rational person, knowing what she should do and what she shouldn’t.
There are so thoughts one shouldn’t entertain; to her, emotions are like ferocious beasts and raging floods.
Of course, she would do anything to avoid them.
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At six forty in the evening, in the Deshengju Private Room.
Yun Ya ordered a cup of water and held it in her hands, sipping slowly.
Arriving early for a eting is a good habit; Yun Ya was never late.
Who might it be that Professor Bird has introduced?
At six fifty, guided by a waiter, the person arrived in the private room.
About fifty years old, dressed in a neat suit, his black hair combed without a strand out of place, wearing a pair of glasses, a gentle smile on his lips, he walked in carrying a black briefcase.
At first glance, he seed like a teacher, cultured and modest.
And like a stern and upright scholar.
She didn’t miss the flash of surprise that crossed the man’s face when he saw her.
Yun Ya stood up and smiled, "Hello, I’m Nyx."
The man composed himself and smiled gently, "I am Li Yuan."
Hearing this na, Yun Ya’s eyebrows raised slightly.
This Li Yuan was the most famous Ph.D. advisor in the country, leading his team to solve one immunology problem after another. Many of his works had been published in dostic and international specialty journals and channels, creating a huge sensation. He was also the president of the Country Hua dical Science Academy, the president of Jingdu First Military District General Hospital, the director of the Second Military dical University Immunology Research Institute. At the age of 38, he was elected as the youngest mber of the Academy of Engineering, and also the country’s youngest general. He was the brightest pearl in Country Hua’s dical field. Yun Ya had long heard of his great reputation and read many of his works; she had imnse respect for him and never imagined that the person Professor Bird introduced would be him.
"Professor Li, I’ve long been in awe of your reputation. I never imagined I would et you in person today." Yun Ya smiled, like a little fan eting their idol, her face barely able to hide her excitent.
Li Yuan looked at the girl sitting across from him, her countenance beautiful, her deanor elegant, yet her eyes young and inexperienced, looking just like a high school student. His surprise was no less than Yun Ya’s.
"Professor Bird told Nyx was a doctor, and I didn’t hesitate to co, but I never imagined that Dr. Nyx would be such a young girl."
Li Yuan shook his head with a light sigh, "It seems I am indeed getting old."
Yun Ya smiled, "That’s also why I don’t like to make public appearances. Many people line up asking to perform surgery, but if they saw in person, they’d probably run away faster than anyone."
Li Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at Yun Ya’s self-deprecating humor, "Because you do look incredibly young, how could the families of the patients be reassured? If it were my family, I would be very worried too."
Yun Ya smiled, neither confirming nor denying.
The two of them talked a lot, mostly about highly professional topics, like the "Human Geno Project," which once had all the scientists devoting their intellects in fierce competition—and Li Yuan happened to be one of them. Then there were pathways for cytokine gene therapy in tumor cells, on which Yun Ya also spoke eloquently.
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