Su Bai could understand Chen Yusheng's anxiety, but this was actually a good thing—a healthy level of competition benefits the industry, and the same goes for relationships.
Su Bai might seem simple-minded, but he was actually quite sly.
"If you feel bad about it, just team up with me for the major course project," Su Bai suggested.
Chen Yusheng nodded vigorously, her face full of determination.
Hmph, the Wan sisters were art students, yet they acted like they could be of great help to Su Bai's studies... Not that she was discriminating against art students, but Chen Yusheng felt she had to step up and prove her worth.
When it came to the major course project, the Wan sisters definitely wouldn't be able to contribute much. That would be Chen Yusheng's moment to shine.
And since it involved coding—her comfort zone—she absolutely had to lighten Su Bai's workload.
As everyone knows, group projects in college are a gray area. Usually, a team is supposed to collaborate on one assignment, but how much effort each member actually puts in is a mystery.
At best, you might have two people carrying the team while the rest slack off...
More often than not, one overachiever ends up doing everything while the others either cheer from the sidelines or disappear entirely—only showing up on presentation day.
It’s basically preparing students for the workplace: if you’re willing to slack, there’s always room to slack; if you’re willing to endure hardship, there’s an endless supply of it.
Fortunately, for Chen Yusheng, coding and writing papers weren’t hardships at all—they were practically hobbies.
Su Bai, on the other hand, was secretly pleased. Having a genius girl help with his project would be something to brag about years later when Chen Yusheng became successful. "See? Even my college assignments were done by her."
The break was short—just five minutes—before the Wan sisters returned, bringing two bottles of chilled drinks for Su Bai and Chen Yusheng.
Two bottles of Water C100.
It was a drink they both loved, especially Chen Yusheng. When her brain was working overtime and she felt thirsty and slightly hungry, a sip of this stuff instantly revived her.
Sweet and sour, incredibly refreshing.
The chilled version was unbeatable, masking the slight bitterness of the room-temperature version.
Faction divisions aside, Wan Xinyan had always held Chen Yusheng in high regard... After all, she was Su Bai’s official girlfriend and thus the rightful recipient of a little maid’s service.
"Class, attention!"
The middle-aged female professor clapped her hands as she stepped onto the podium, pulling up a QR code on the projector screen.
"Today’s a surprise quiz. We’re doing a temporary check-in. You have one minute to scan the code and sign in—must use your registered WeChat account, or it won’t count."
The classroom erupted in chaos as many students started panicking.
The number of people in the room was noticeably smaller than at the start of class.
Some students, banking on the leniency of an easy course, had slipped out after the initial check-in.
After all, the only real purpose of attending such a class was to get marked present.
Who knew the professor would pull a sneaky move and drop a mid-class check-in?
Those who left early were screwed.
"Pretty strict. Guess we’ll have to actually attend her classes... Her lectures aren’t bad, though—they help me pick up some basics about arts and crafts. Just that her slides look like they were made during the Qing Dynasty," Su Bai remarked dryly.
"Most of our professors’ slides are ancient..." Chen Yusheng chimed in, pulling out her phone to scan the code.
After the surprise check-in, the professor announced, "For the midterm, there won’t be much testing—just some basic concepts I’ve covered and your thoughts on modern arts and crafts, mostly subjective questions. It’s open-book, and we’ll schedule an in-class quiz later. There’s also a group presentation."
An open-book exam with subjective questions was basically free points—as long as you didn’t write nonsense like "Hachiminai meludo~ Ashiga ashi~" on your paper, you’d pass.
The real focus was the presentation, or as it’s trendily called nowadays, the "flipped classroom."
In plain terms, it meant students had to present slides to fill class time.
Su Bai strongly suspected this was just a way for elective course professors to slack off and pad their lecture hours.
It was like those League of Legends streamers who fill airtime by broadcasting obscure minor tournaments.
Damn flipped classrooms!
"The group size is three to five people, so the four of us are perfect," Wan Xinyan said after glancing at the presentation requirements on the board.
Su Bai’s brain took a second to process why it was four, then he realized with slight embarrassment that Wan Xinyue had also taken this course. The girl was just so quiet, sitting beside Xinyan and diligently taking notes.
Taking notes in an elective course was something only some wide-eyed freshmen would do—upperclassmen would laugh their heads off at the idea.
But then again, for a sweet, obedient, and extremely well-endowed loli like Xinyue, sitting attentively with her notes fit her vibe perfectly.
Win!
"From now on, I’ll handle all the notes for Brother Su Bai’s elective courses!" Wan Xinyue declared proudly.
Notes might be useful, but useful notes were unlikely.
Su Bai pondered briefly and concluded that they were probably still somewhat useful—this professor seemed fond of ambushes, like the mid-class check-in.
Who knew if the final exam would pull something like, "I mentioned this in class but didn’t put it on the slides, yet any student who paid attention should be able to answer this, right?"
Absolute nonsense.
With the job market being so tough for graduates—Su Bai aside, since he didn’t need to worry about employment—students couldn’t afford to pour all their energy into classes. They were already scrambling to juggle a million things.
For an elective course to pull these kinds of stunts was just unreasonable.
Even if students should focus on studying, at least update your teaching materials...
Hard to judge, really. So many flaws.
This only highlighted the value of the Wan sisters’ care for Su Bai. Some things in school just couldn’t be solved by throwing money at them. Having a pair of little maids handle his miscellaneous tasks was pure comfort.
Su Bai and his group were nestled in a corner of the lecture hall, with few people nearby—mostly because the four of them were all ridiculously good-looking, their presence intimidating enough to keep ordinary students at a distance.
The closest were two girls, who kept glancing over as the Wan sisters chattered about how to divide tasks.
"They’re so desperate, aren’t they?"
"Seriously, fawning over a guy like that? So pathetic... Ugh, I can’t even!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
