Hello, Mr. Major General (1)

Chapter 120 - Looking For The Male Idol

Shehnaaz returned to her room, still very excited. She tossed and turned in bed for a while before finally falling
into a deep slumber.

The next morning, the alarm sounded and she opened her eyes, the mission for the day making her eager as she got up. After washing up quickly, she had breakfast and left her apartment, laptop in hand. She actually didn’t have class in the morning, but in order to find an excuse to go to the School of Engineering, she had decided to go to the Law School early and study alone in one of the classrooms.

Between eight and nine in the morning, the number of students and professors in the school increased and the campus grew lively again after a night of quiet. Shehnaaz had a plan in place. She used the her school’s intranet to
access the School of Electronic Engineering’s private homepage, as well as all the information pertaining to the labs, lab mentors, areas of research, and also the masters and doctoral students enrolled.

Shehnaaz glanced over the list of names and one group stood out in particular. The area of research was confidential and there were no traces of it on the intranet. Only the names of the participating members were listed. Judging from the titles, all the participants were all post-doctorates, associate professors and even professors, but the group leader was a doctorate student who had only come to Harvard not long ago and hadn’t even taken the doctoral qualification examination before leading the group.

Shehnaaz’s gaze paused on the photo of the group leader.

It was an image of a young woman who she assumed was from the India. She had graduated from the renowned T University’s Department of Precision Instruments and came to Harvard two years ago to study as a doctoral student. Her name was Shruti Brala. Possessing such qualifications, coming to a prestigious and world famous school to study, leading a team of far more qualified members, and then being part of a secretive research group, all of these things added up, causing a smile to bloom on Shehnaaz’s face. She wouldn’t have to go to the School of Engineering to find the right direction of investigation, after all.

She only needed to do two things: first, she checked Harvard’s Indian Students’ Association’s homepage to check their events calendar. Because it was the summer break, not many students were attending classes, but there would be many students’ association activities in the session. That afternoon, the Students’ Association had a networking event. Shehnaaz saw that among the organizers, one was a postdoctoral student from the School of Engineering. I must go check out this event! Shehnaaz’s smile widened as she bookmarked the page. Secondly, she downloaded Shruti Brala’s CV from the School of Engineering’s network and sent it to Rohit to have
him ask one of the Indian Special Ops personnel to look at her information. They would check her field of research as well as her research experience during her time at T University, in addition to her family background and social relations. The second task was commonplace for the Special Ops to handle, so it would be easy enough.

The Indian Special Ops soon completed the research on Shruti Brala’s complete CV and sent the results to Rohit before the networking event in the afternoon was set to begin. When Rohit had contacted the Special Ops, he had specifically requested them not to use the GSAT-7 system to send the files. Thus, all the information was safely received in his mailbox. As soon as he finished reading the information, he shuddered.

“Sana, where did you did this person’s information?” Rohit asked Shehnaaz. “Don’t be so rash and mindlessly
obey Mr. Shukla. He’s always been strict, but you are not a professional, so there’s no need for—”

Shehnaaz was displeased and interrupted him without hesitation. “Brother Rohit, what do you mean by saying this? Even though I’m not as powerful as you guys, I’m not completely useless. Uncle Sid believes in me and entrusted me to do this. Are you looking down on me?”

Rohit smiled bitterly. “How could I dare to look down on you? Sana, I’m just worried about your safety.”

“I know.” Shehnaaz laughed softly. “Smart people use their brains, not bravado. I’ll be fine, ok? Anyway, I have to go now. I’m going to the networking event in the afternoon.”

Shehnaaz had just ended the call when she looked up to see Kartik leaning against the classroom door. He wore a smoky gray Egyptian cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up; his long legs were clothed in light gray suit trousers. He had been watching her quietly, a hint of warmth in his normally sharp eyes.

“.Professor Sen, when did you get here?” Shehnaaz looked at her watch. “There’s no class today, right? Or did I read the schedule wrong?”

“What kind of networking event are you going to?” Kartik asked dryly, “Do you have a lot of free time?”

Shehnaaz looked away, slightly embarrassed.

Why shouldn’t I attend student activities? She usually didn’t go because she didn’t like group activities. But this time, she had to go no matter what.

“It’s the Indian Students’ Association’s networking event. I just came to Harvard and felt that I should get to
know more students.” Shehnaaz smiled sweetly as she put her laptop into her backpack. She rose and walked past Kartik. ” Are you here for business?”

“Where is it?” Kartik’s eyes followed her.

“Where is what?”

“The networking event.”

Shehnaaz looked down at her phone and entered the address into her GPS. “Oh, it’s not far. It’s just three blocks
from here.” Shehnaaz looked up and showed him the map.

“I’ll drive you.” Kartik turned to go downstairs. “Three blocks is not a short walk.”

Shehnaaz had actually wanted to take the opportunity to walk through the School of Engineering across from the law school and find the event organizer. She had memorized his name and CV so that it would be easier for her to make his acquaintance. However, if Kartik gave her a ride, she wouldn’t be able to get to the venue first. Shehnaaz blinked and ran after him, saying, “Professor Sen, this is a student activity, what are you going to be doing there?”

“Is it a problem if I want to check it out?” He walked to his car without turning around and pressed the key in his hand to open the door remotely.

Shehnaaz looked at the inconspicuous, yet flashy Mercedes-Benz; she cursed his stubbornness. She turned to look at the School of Engineering forlornly as she dragged herself into the car and sighed.

Kartik put the seatbelt on her and asked dryly, “Why do you keep looking at the School of Engineering?”

“There’s a handsome guy there, he’s basically a male idol.” Shehnaaz cringed inwardly as she blurted out the ridiculous excuse; she forced a starstruck expression in her eyes. “I saw him once before on campus and have never forgotten him.”

Kartik nodded in silence, but he clenched his jaw in agitation. He hadn’t actually wanted to go to some random student networking event but had instead sought to give Shehnaaz a ride since it was on the way. However, seeing her smitten look, he was curious to see what this unforgettable
“male idol” looked like.

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