As Lin Xuan walked between the two academic buildings, he started heading in the opposite direction.
"Xuan, you're going the wrong way. The classroom is over here," Wang Dahe said, pointing toward the left side of the building.
"I'm not going the wrong way," Lin Xuan replied. "I've gathered some people from the medical school. I need to go brief them on a few things."
"Xuan, is it true what they're saying on the forum? That you're going to lead a team to research a cure for cancer?" Wang Dahe's eyes widened in shock.
"Mn," Lin Xuan nodded.
Technically, he could have just produced the cancer-curing potion himself inside his Space.
However, that would draw too much unwanted attention.
He needed to establish a team to act as a cover.
Furthermore, Shangqing University's medical department was relatively weak; he could use this opportunity to build it up.
Shangqing University belonged to him and Hua, so helping the university prosper would be highly beneficial for their company.
"Holy crap!"
If Wang Dahe had been drinking water right then, he probably would have sprayed it everywhere.
Xuan was just too outrageous.
It was one thing for a computer science student to work on chips and lithography machines, but now he was running off to research cancer, too?
"Xuan, seriously, how did you learn all these skills? And where do you find the time?" Wang Dahe couldn't help but ask.
He was managing a company, doing computer science, working on high-tech projects, and now cancer research?
Oh, right!
Little Xuan was also updating his novel almost every day.
And the most important part! Xuan was only twenty-two years old.
Even if Xuan had three heads and six arms, it would be difficult to master so many skills.
"What if I told you I have a pocket dimension? When I stay inside my Space, my focus is incredible, and time flows extremely slowly. Would you believe me?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Believe my ass."
Wang Dahe rolled his eyes dramatically.
"That's such nonsense. Even if I lost my brain, I wouldn't believe that."
Xuan was brushing him off again.
Although he often felt like Xuan was the protagonist of a novel, he still believed in science.
Something as fantastical as a pocket dimension—how could that possibly be real?
"Alright then," Lin Xuan said. "I'll lay my cards on the table. To tell you the truth, I'm just that kind of genius. I have a photographic memory and I understand things instantly."
Wang Dahe nodded.
That, he actually believed.
Other than that, he couldn't think of any other reason why Xuan would be so formidable.
From a distance, Chen Mo watched the backs of Lin Xuan and Wang Dahe as they talked, his fists clenched tight.
He had thought that this round of public opinion would cause Lin Xuan's lithography machine and chip projects to end in failure.
That way, Lin Xuan wouldn't be able to spend so much time with Yueyue.
But the result?
It turned out Lin Xuan had invested his own money into the project and had even arranged for employees from the Tianmu Group and the Su Group to join the team.
Furthermore, Boss Su had used Weibo to fully support Lin Xuan!
Now, not only was Lin Xuan not being scolded, but he was also being praised by netizens as responsible and honorable, someone willing to spend vast amounts of manpower and capital for the sake of the country's chip industry.
Seeing Lin Xuan successfully dodge this bullet made him incredibly unwilling to accept defeat...
Lin Xuan noticed Chen Mo's gaze and looked over.
Perhaps feeling a guilty conscience, Chen Mo lowered his head the moment Lin Xuan looked his way and hurriedly left.
"Chen Mo, what's the rush? Where are you going?" his friend asked, chasing after him in a hurry.
"Xuan, what are you looking at?" Wang Dahe asked curiously.
"Nothing," Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze. "I was just looking at a clown."
He found it quite strange. He didn't have any history with Chen Mo, so why did this Chen Mo harbor such hostility toward him?
Lin Xuan had a gut feeling that the leak about his lithography and chip projects online was inextricably linked to Chen Mo.
However, he didn't plan to worry about it anymore.
Hua had stepped in.
She would handle the aftermath for him.
Regardless of who was plotting against him in the shadows, their ending wouldn't be pleasant.
A clown?
What clown?
Wang Dahe frowned in confusion.
"Xuan, who's the clown you're talking about?"
"A clown digging his own grave."
After answering, Lin Xuan checked his phone and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to the classroom to get things set up."
With that, Lin Xuan left.
Wang Dahe furrowed his brows in confusion and shouted after him, "Xuan, come on, tell me! Who is the clown?"
Leaving things half-said like that was enough to kill a man with curiosity.
"You'll find out later," Lin Xuan replied without stopping.
Wang Dahe stroked his chin. Hearing Xuan's tone, he had a feeling someone was about to get unlucky.
Speaking of people getting unlucky, Wang Dahe suddenly remembered the events of the day.
Since Boss Su had made that post, she definitely knew about the slander and rumors targeting Xuan.
Boss Su would undoubtedly drag the mastermind out into the light and punish them severely.
He needed to pay attention over the next couple of days. Whoever ran into bad luck was likely the person targeting Xuan.
The "clown" Xuan mentioned was probably the person behind the slander and frame-up.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. There was going to be a good show.
Wang Dahe was full of anticipation for the drama.
Yundu University, Principal's Office.
Several bottles of liquor were arranged on the coffee table.
"Satisfying! This is truly satisfying!" the principal of Yundu University laughed loudly.
He had been monitoring the online discourse. Everyone was cursing Lin Xuan and Shangqing University. In the past, the internet had been full of praise for them.
Furthermore, under the rhythm driven by the internet trolls he had hired, many people had started comparing Yundu University with Shangqing University.
They were saying that Shangqing University was typical of private institutions—chaotic and messy—and that they would have their children apply to Yundu University in the future.
It was clear that the gap in student recruitment quality between his school and Shangqing University would gradually narrow.
This outcome made the principal of Yundu University feel incredibly exhilarated.
"Come on, today is a great day. Let's drink up." The principal poured a glass of liquor for Teacher Wang. "Teacher Wang, I really have to thank you for today. If you hadn't told me this news, we wouldn't have been able to make Shangqing University eat humble pie."
Previously, Yundu University and Shangqing University had been neck and neck.
But because of Lin Xuan, Shangqing University had been suppressing Yundu University firmly.
This time, he could finally hold his head high.
He could already imagine the ugly look on the Shangqing University principal's face.
Let him show off in front of him!
Now look at him—he's out of luck.
Some other day, he would have to find an opportunity to kick the Shangqing University principal while he was down.
Teacher Wang smiled. "Principal, I am also a member of Yundu University. It is only right that I do something for the school."

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ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”