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!"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
