My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 163 - 157: Arcadian University’s Youngest Professor

Chapter 163: Chapter 157: Arcadian University’s Youngest Professor

This comment was pinned directly to the top, sending a shockwave through the entire university.

Morgan. The surname was too distinctive.

Considering who Eve Lowell was, the identity of the boy in the center of the photo was all but confirmed.

The Young Master of the Morgan Family, Alvin Morgan.

With a few girls from the Great Families pulling the strings, the tone of the comments shifted. Eve Lowell was painted as a noble lady from a prestigious family, while Aurora Sinclair was portrayed as an unsophisticated girl from a humble background.

A massively popular thread was pinned to the top of the forum.

[Who Said The Sinclair Girl Won? I’m So Jelly After Seeing This! Now THIS Is a True Lady...]

Because of this thread, the one declaring Aurora Sinclair the clear winner was forced down. Eve Lowell thoroughly suppressed Aurora Sinclair’s claim to the "campus beauty" title.

In the poll for the new campus belle, Eve Lowell started with an overwhelming number of votes, leaving Aurora Sinclair far behind in second place.

Aurora Sinclair was in second place.

The poll was set to run for three days. Just as everyone was ready to accept Eve Lowell as the campus belle, the group photo that had been circulating on the forum was suddenly deleted everywhere.

Immediately after, Benjamin Morgan, a PhD student from the College of Physics, posted a message on the forum under his real name.

"A person’s worth is not defined by their family background. If you are in full bloom, the butterflies will come to you."

This remark was a resounding slap in the face to Eve Lowell’s "noble heiress" persona.

And who was Benjamin Morgan? He was a bona fide member of the Morgan family, not to mention Alvin Morgan’s closest assistant. His words were naturally taken as Alvin’s own.

The female students from ordinary families, who had been holding in their frustration, started flooding Eve Lowell’s popular thread with Benjamin Morgan’s post, their sarcasm palpable.

’So what if she’s a "lady"?’

’Who’s to say she’s any better than the rest of us?’

Aurora Sinclair’s votes for campus belle shot up instantly. With the support of the female student body at Arcadian University, she soared straight to the top spot.

From then on, Aurora Sinclair had another title: Campus Belle of Arcadian University.

***

Jensen Guthrie glanced at the heated poll on his phone and cast a vote for Aurora Sinclair. Then, clutching his books, he walked into the archaeology classroom.

Aurora Sinclair was sitting among a group of boys from the archaeology department, completely engrossed in her textbook. Her perfect side profile matched the face in his memory exactly.

His heart started to race. "Aurora Sinclair," he asked, "is anyone sitting next to you?"

His question drew not only Aurora Sinclair’s gaze but also the wary stares of the other boys in the archaeology department.

"What am I, invisible?" Danny Archer retorted with a grumble, prompting the other guys to chuckle.

Jensen Guthrie was momentarily speechless. He glanced at the two boys beside her before looking back at Aurora Sinclair.

But she just nodded. "It’s taken."

Danny Archer and Seth Sterling’s eyes lit up, and they both sat up a little straighter.

Jensen Guthrie ignored them, his eyes still on Aurora Sinclair. "My second major is archaeology. I look forward to our classes together."

Aurora Sinclair nodded again.

A smile touched his lips as he found the nearest empty seat to Aurora Sinclair and sat down.

After a while, the boys from the archaeology department noticed a stream of unfamiliar male students entering the classroom. They were all taking archaeology as their second major.

Even the professor joked, "Having the campus belle in class certainly makes a difference. Our unpopular elective has suddenly become a hot ticket."

He wasn’t wrong. From then on, any class Aurora Sinclair signed up for was instantly filled to capacity. Her course schedule even started circulating among the students of Arcadian University.

The upperclassmen in the College of Physics were especially excited. Seeing the required physics courses on her schedule, they flooded the thread with comments: [Welcome home to the College of Physics, Junior Sister! The queen has returned!]

When Aurora Sinclair arrived at a classroom in the College of Physics, books in her arms, she was stunned by the sight. The room was packed, with only a single empty seat left—right in the center of the front row.

Aurora Sinclair calmly walked toward the lone empty seat, and the students on either side of the aisle automatically made way for her.

This was University Physics, and the lecturer was supposed to be Professor Greene. But the person who walked in was a young man wearing rimless glasses.

The moment Aurora Sinclair saw him, she was so startled that the pen in her hand dropped onto the desk.

Someone in the room shouted, "Professor Morgan—"

The upperclassmen in the classroom erupted.

"Oh my god! It’s really Professor Morgan..."

If Chester Greene was Arcadian University’s youngest associate professor, then this man was its youngest full professor.

He was renowned in the world of physics; the results of every project he participated in were world-shaking. He was also one of only three S-level researchers in the International Association of Physicists.

The upperclassmen worshiped him to an extreme degree, so excited they looked ready to bow down before him. Most of the freshmen, however, were just confused.

Because he was usually so low-key, he was actually less famous at Arcadian University than Professor Greene. So the freshmen, new to the world of university physics, didn’t recognize the man before them. They only saw that he was young and incredibly handsome.

The female students, in particular, were completely captivated by a face that seemed to belong on a heartthrob from their first-love fantasies.

At the lectern, the man brought a fist to his mouth and coughed lightly twice.

A voice as rich as a cello suddenly rang out. "Professor Greene has been called away. I will be teaching your University Physics course this semester."

Then, he picked up a piece of chalk with his left hand, turned, and wrote his name on the blackboard: Alvin Morgan.

The students from the Great Families all knew what the name Alvin Morgan represented. Their minds went blank with shock, and they scrambled to grab their phones to post on the forum.

But then they heard a voice say, "If you don’t want to find yourself without a seat in future classes, put down your phones."

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. They quickly put their phones away, suppressing their ecstatic joy.

"Now, I’ll take attendance."

The students in the classroom instantly sat bolt upright, their gazes burning with anticipation as they stared at him.

Alvin Morgan opened the roll book on the desk, studied it for a moment, and then called out, "Aurora Sinclair..."

Staring at him in a daze, Aurora Sinclair raised her hand and called out, "Here."

Alvin Morgan glanced at her, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and then shut the roll book.

Everyone: ...

’Damn, that’s just cruel!’

***

University Physics was a long lecture with a ten-minute break in the middle.

The moment the bell rang for the break, students from the front rows swarmed the lectern, books in hand.

"Professor Morgan, I don’t quite understand this formula for circular motion..."

"Professor Morgan, what does the coefficient ’n’ mean here?"

"Professor Morgan..."

Alvin Morgan glanced coolly at their questions, then suddenly asked, "What’s your name?"

The boy closest to him replied excitedly, "Lee Alden..."

"What’s your student ID number?"

The question wiped the smile right off the student’s face. He cautiously recited a string of numbers.

Alvin Morgan flipped open the roll book, found the student’s ID number, and drew an ’X’ next to his name.

"Pro... Professor Morgan..." The student looked like he was about to cry.

"Ten points deducted for class participation. Anyone else have a question?" Alvin Morgan looked up and swept his gaze over the group. Everyone shook their heads and backed away.

’Holy crap, that’s brutal!’

Seeing this, Aurora Sinclair quietly hid her notebook behind her back and started to retreat with the crowd, but Alvin Morgan immediately beckoned to her.

"Sinclair, do you have a question?"

Aurora Sinclair quickly shook her head, grabbed her notebook, and scurried back to her seat.

Alvin Morgan: ...

During the second half of the class, Alvin Morgan actually went over the material from the first half all over again. After every concept, he would ask, "Do you understand?"

He appeared to be asking the entire class, but he generously directed all of his attention to Aurora Sinclair.

Only after she nodded for every point would he move on to the next concept. And still, after explaining each one, he would ask if everyone understood.

If Aurora Sinclair shook her head, he would explain it all over again. The blatant favoritism made everyone’s stomach churn with jealousy.

After that, even when students had questions, they stopped asking Alvin Morgan. Instead, they all flocked to Professor Morgan’s clear favorite, Aurora Sinclair. They even made her the class representative for physics.

As a result, every time Alvin Morgan saw Aurora Sinclair surrounded by students asking questions, his lips would press into a tight line. He felt as if he had shot himself in the foot.

***

Although Alvin Morgan had told them to put their phones away, the news that he was teaching a freshman class at the College of Physics still leaked.

The upperclassmen from the College of Physics went into a frenzy, flocking to audit Alvin Morgan’s class.

And so, the freshmen who were required to take the course finally understood the meaning behind Alvin Morgan’s earlier warning.

This wasn’t a classroom; it was a massive fan meet-and-greet.

When Alvin Morgan arrived and saw Aurora Sinclair standing in the back row with her schoolbag because there were no seats, his face darkened. He slammed the roll book onto the desk. "Everyone who is not majoring in this field and not enrolled in this course, get out—"

After that, the location for the class was moved to a classroom equipped with a facial recognition system.

Every student enrolled in his class now had to pass a facial scan to enter.

The incident even made it onto the campus forum, making many upperclassmen in the College of Physics envious of this year’s freshmen.

After seeing the posts on the forum, Eve Lowell immediately looked up Aurora Sinclair’s course schedule. Her expression darkened.

Her close friend, Justine Archer, cautiously asked, "Eve, do you think Young Lord Morgan is doing this for Aurora Sinclair...?"

But one look at Eve Lowell’s icy glare made her swallow the rest of her words in fear.

Then, a glacial voice reached her ears:

"She is my future sister-in-law, after all..."