Chen Yusheng Is Right to Fall in Love

When Xia Lin arrived at Professor Luo's research group, she naturally didn't wear her yoga pants or crop top anymore.

Those outfits were purely for Su Bai's eyes.

When it came to relationships between men and women, Xia Lin was actually quite traditional, usually dressing conservatively and modestly.

Beige casual pants paired with a chiffon blouse—

her noble demeanor was on full display.

Yet, even so, the contours of her enviable figure still faintly revealed themselves,

exerting an overwhelming pressure on Chen Yusheng.

Speaking of which, Chen Yusheng didn’t have much of an impression of this academic advisor.

She only remembered that she was quite good-looking and exceptionally athletic.

Many graduate students and young male faculty members had tried to pursue her.

Rumor had it that her family was well-off, and winning her over would instantly save years of hard work.

But no one had ever succeeded.

Lately, Chen Yusheng had been hearing Xia Lin’s name more often.

Because Su Bai kept asking her for help, and the two referred to each other as siblings.

Hmph.

As if their relationship was purely innocent...

"Hello, Advisor Xia," Chen Yusheng greeted flatly, her expression as impassive as ever.

"Hello, Yusheng. Please, have a seat."

Xia Lin smiled warmly and gestured for Chen Yusheng to sit and have some tea.

Professor Luo personally poured her a cup.

There was no doubt—this was a little too obsequious. Chen Yusheng had been working under the professor for over a month and had never received this level of treatment.

Yet, as Professor Luo poured her tea, he couldn’t stop praising Su Bai.

"Su Bai, as a student in our department, is charging ahead fearlessly, investing in cutting-edge industries. It’s truly a fortunate thing… At his age, most young men are just playing video games. None are as driven as him."

Chen Yusheng thought to herself, Our big silly goose plays plenty of games too.

But she didn’t call out Professor Luo’s flattery.

The old man was probably just overjoyed—he’d never seen an undergrad investing in a lab before.

At first, when Xia Lin contacted him, Professor Luo wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him.

That was until he checked a corporate registry and saw Su Bai’s newly updated controlling stake in Shengxi Technology.

Only then did he realize that the department had admitted a young master from a wealthy family this year.

Shengxi Technology, though nowhere near the industry giants, was one of Jiangcheng’s rare successful startups.

What was even more absurd was that Su Bai had bought the company just as a shell—to make it easier to collaborate with the university and other firms, or to acquire more assets.

All of this was relayed to Professor Luo with a straight face by Xia Lin.

So there was no reason to doubt its credibility.

Everyone knew what kind of background Xia Lin came from.

Plus, she had always been the most reliable student leader of her year.

Not only did the faculty adore her, but her peers also supported her wholeheartedly.

Without a second thought, Professor Luo decided to accept Shengxi Technology’s partnership offer.

Take their funding, and—more importantly—butter up Chen Yusheng.

After all, Chen Yusheng was Su Bai’s girlfriend.

That official announcement post had gone viral—even Professor Luo had seen it on his social media feed.

At the time, the professor had frowned and muttered, Tsk, Yusheng’s making a mistake. Getting into a relationship so young? The youth should focus on their careers.

If present-day Professor Luo could go back in time, he’d slap his past self.

What nonsense about relationships hindering careers?

If Yusheng hadn’t started dating, wouldn’t my lab’s progress be the one getting hindered?!

Corporate sponsorship money was far more comfortable than applying for government grants.

Applying for research funding meant drowning in paperwork—

colloquially known as "writing the book."

It was tedious work, often requiring both students and faculty to scramble for weeks during application season.

Corporate sponsorships, on the other hand…

And Su Bai’s sponsorship didn’t even demand research deliverables. It was essentially a favor to Chen Yusheng.

Xia Lin had subtly confirmed this logic with Professor Luo.

So the deal was struck.

Which led to the scene of Professor Luo cheerfully pouring tea for Chen Yusheng.

It reminded her of the neighbors from her childhood home—the uncles and aunties who’d watched her grow up.

Wow. I had no idea Professor Luo could be this friendly.

She’d only ever seen him scolding students with a stern face.

"These results are embarrassing!"

"Have you no shame?!"

She’d even witnessed him lose his temper during a group meeting when a senior graduate student delivered a terrible presentation.

He’d blurted out, "XXX, you’re no longer my student!"

Of course, it was just frustration talking.

The senior just ended up working overtime to revise the materials.

But still.

Chen Yusheng was now fully aware of the difference in treatment between a connected individual and an ordinary research grunt.

"Miss Chen, regarding the project I assigned you earlier—it seems you’ve almost wrapped it up. Let’s have your senior brother take over the remaining tasks."

"Which senior brother?"

"Oh, Senior Brother Wang—the one who sits at the first desk on the right when you enter."

"...Got it."

Chen Yusheng was struggling not to laugh.

The so-called "Senior Brother Wang" was clearly the one who had a thing for her.

Professor Luo reassigned all of Chen Yusheng's tasks to Senior Brother Wang, piling a heavy workload onto him.

Now, that guy probably wouldn’t have time to bother Chen Yusheng anymore.

"So, what’s my next task?" Chen Yusheng asked bluntly.

"Your task is to study!" Professor Luo waved his hand grandly. "As a freshman, your focus should be on learning and building foundational knowledge—explore freely. From now on, you won’t have fixed assignments. Study independently. If you need the lab’s computing resources, just apply directly with the administrative staff."

Wow.

Chen Yusheng was secretly stunned. In AI research groups, computing resources were usually tight.

Many less-favored students had to rent them off-campus.

But Professor Luo had just given her direct access to the lab’s resources—no intermediaries.

Before this, Chen Yusheng hadn’t even had the privilege. She’d had to go through Senior Sister Du—the same "connections-over-competence" senior sister whom Professor Luo had ordered her to help with last-minute data processing the night before.

Now, she could bypass Senior Sister Du entirely when applying for resources.

This was undeniable proof that Su Bai had just elevated Chen Yusheng’s status to the max…

Just how much had he sponsored? She had to ask.

After leaving Professor Luo’s office, Chen Yusheng bid Xia Lin goodbye and didn’t return to her lab workstation.

Instead, she lingered in the hallway, pulling out her phone to grill Su Bai for answers.

[Crispy White Goose: Not much, really. Just ten million. About the same as what I wired to Shengxi Tech…]

[Rainstop: …]

[Rainstop: That’s insane. You just dropped twenty million like it’s nothing. Am I… really worth that much?]

[Crispy White Goose: I think you are.]

[Crispy White Goose]: Besides, this is how I invest. Don’t like it? Tough! [White Goose_Smug]

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