?<strong>Chapter 956:</strong>


    Dunn returned and managed to squeeze in two hours of sleep before heading to his early morning ss. He had just powered up hisputer when someone slid into the seat beside him.


    “Morning,” Lynda greeted cheerfully, sipping from a carton of milk. She casually pulled herptop from her bag and started chatting. “This professor’s elective is pretty hard to get into, huh?”


    Dunn nced at her briefly, offering a polite nod before redirecting his attention to the screen in front of him. The thesis he was reading, authored by an upperssman, had recently been featured in an international journal, offering valuable insights.


    Lynda leaned in suddenly, pointing at a section on his screen. “Oh, this part! There’s been so much debate around it recently.”


    She continued hermentary, her voice energetic. Dunn, out of courtesy, didn’t stop her, but the focus he had moments ago hadpletely slipped away.


    The professor entered the room, carrying a thermos and a briefcase. Dunn said tly, “You should return to your seat.”


    Lynda’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, masking her frustration with a lightugh.


    After ss ended, Dunn left without lingering. He had promised his senior, Lionel Flores, that he’d assist with an experiment.


    Lynda hurried to catch up. “Dunn, our dance club is hosting an event tonight. Want toe?”


    “Not interested,” he replied, his pace unfaltering.


    “Don’t be like that,” Lynda said, trailing behind him as they descended the stairs. Her shorter strides struggled to keep up with his brisk pace, leaving her slightly breathless. “There are tons of gorgeous girls in our dance club!”


    Dunn continued walking,pletely ignoring her attempts to get his attention. As he reached the bottom of the stairs…


    As they descended the stairs, Lionel stood by the door, waiting. Dunn gave him a brief nod and quickened his pace to join him. Behind them, Lynda stopped in her tracks, watching their retreating figures with a crestfallen expression.


    Lionel nced back at Lynda and turned to Dunn, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that Lynda?”


    “Yeah.”


    “I heard you two were high school ssmates?”


    “Not close,” Dunn stated tly, his tone leaving no room for boration.


    “Really? Weren’t you in the same ss, though?”


    “So what?”


    Lionel felt an odd sense of relief that Dunn seemed uninterested in Lynda.


    “Lynda doesn’t have a boyfriend, right?”


    “I don’t know,” Dunn replied without so much as a nce.


    “Then I’m going for it!” Lionel dered, almost to himself, his tone brimming with determination. “A bunch of guys in our ss are trying to date her, you know. Honestly, some of them thought you two were an item.”


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