Before going to sleep, Wen Chu suddenly remembered something. She opened her chat with Xi Liye and sent him a good night message.
Before the screen went dark, her finger accidentally swiped over something.
Then she fell asleep in a daze.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Xi Liye, who was about to sleep, saw a “good night” message.
And a kissy-face sticker.
Xi Liye: “…?”
At eight in the morning, an algorithms class was being held in the lecture hall.
Wen Chu and her roommates were tucked into the corner of the last row. Because of that forum post, she could clearly feel waves of gazes turning toward her.
Wen Chu tried hard to hide herself between her laptop screen and the back of the student’s head in front of her.
Her face was tightly covered by a mask, leaving only a pair of slightly sleepy eyes exposed due to lack of sleep.
It was all Xi Liye’s fault.
Last night, she had dreamed all night that the male lead eventually took revenge on her like a madman.
At the podium, the professor from the School of Computer Science was passionately explaining a certain algorithm.
The PPT was filled with dizzying flowcharts and code snippets.
The sound of chalk tapping against the whiteboard echoed through the quiet classroom, mixed with the soft clicking of keyboards.
Drowsiness washed over her.
Before transmigrating, Wen Chu had also been a computer science student.
For four years in university, she had endured countless nights staring at computer screens, losing handfuls of hair while debugging code again and again.
After much suffering, she had finally graduated.
So why, after transmigrating, did she still have to study this cursed major?
Was this the legendary “infinite reincarnation of professional hell”?
Actually, her grades in her major had been very good back then, and she had even received offers from several big companies.
But after graduating in her previous life, her social anxiety worsened. She ended up staying at home, half-abandoning her profession and only taking on small online projects like building websites and training models to make a living.
That morning, she had seen Xi Liye’s reply to her good night message and hadn’t thought much of it.
As for the sticker she had accidentally sent, she was indeed embarrassed for a second after waking up.
But after thinking about it, she stopped caring.
After all, she used that kind of sticker when asking Xia Yaoyao to bring her food too.
Just as she was about to fall asleep in class, an image suddenly appeared in her mind:
Xi Liye grabbing her by the throat.
His expression was indifferent, but the strength in his fingers kept increasing.
Suffocation…
Wen Chu suddenly woke up.
Wen Chu: o.O
She could no longer sleep.
But she had already studied the professor’s lesson before transmigrating, so listening to it again felt boring.
While the professor lowered his head to type code and demonstrate the algorithm, she opened her notes app and created a new document.
With great seriousness, she typed the title:
Then she bit her lip in thought and quickly began typing:
First: Be troublesome. I must be troublesome! But strategically. I have to walk the tightrope between annoying him and avoiding death flags.
Second: Affection bombing must not stop! Make him feel that his personal space is being invaded, his freedom is being taken away, and sweetness has become a burden.
After that, she wrote a whole series of specific implementation methods.
When she finished typing the last line, Wen Chu looked at the screen proudly.
She felt her plan was practically perfect.
Xi Liye, just wait.
For the sake of my life, I must win this breakup battle!
Just as she locked her screen, Xia Yaoyao beside her poked her arm and lowered her voice.
“ChuChu, stop zoning out. The professor seemed to be looking this way just now…”
Wen Chu abruptly raised her head and met the sharp gaze behind the professor’s glasses.
A bad feeling rose in her heart.
Sure enough, the professor at the podium suddenly raised his voice.
“The female student wearing a mask by the window in the back row. Yes, you. I noticed you’ve had your head lowered for quite a while. Please answer this question.”
Wen Chu stiffened.
I knew it!
Xia Yaoyao and Li Yue, who were in the same major as Wen Chu and sitting beside her, immediately started searching for the answer, hoping they could save her.
After all, this professor was famously strict.
If someone couldn’t answer, he would deduct participation points.
Wen Chu stood up and looked at the question on the PPT.
The attention from the people around her made her nervous.
She steadied herself and tried to keep her voice calm.
“Professor, this question is about the Longest Common Subsequence algorithm in dynamic programming. Its core idea is…”
She clearly explained the algorithm’s concept, the state transition equation, and a simple example.
The professor’s originally stern expression eased slightly.
He nodded.
“Correct reasoning, and the example was well explained. It seems you prepared in advance. Sit down.”
Wen Chu felt as if she had been pardoned.
She quickly sat down, her palms already covered in a thin layer of sweat.
The panic of being publicly called on had not completely faded.
Xia Yaoyao leaned closer and whispered in surprise,
“Not bad, ChuChu. You were hiding your skills! I hadn’t even found the answer in the book yet.”
Li Yue also looked at her curiously.
“But ChuChu, what were you looking at just now? Were you chatting with your boyfriend?”
Wen Chu smiled vaguely.
She didn’t dare say that she had actually been thinking about how to break up with her boyfriend.
Who understood the pain of being called on by a teacher after zoning out?
…
After class, Wen Chu returned to the dormitory and began thinking about how to carry out her plan.
First, she had to bombard him with messages.
Every day, she would show excessive concern about her boyfriend’s whereabouts and actions, making him feel surrounded everywhere and eventually annoyed.
Wen Chu took a deep breath and opened her chat with Xi Liye.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to start by sharing her daily life before transitioning into concern and questions.
【Class just ended. The wind outside is so strong. It messed up my hair.】
【How about you? Are you done with class? What are you doing now?】
【I got called on by the professor today to answer a question. It was so socially embarrassing.】
【Do you have any plans tonight?】
After sending several messages in a row, Wen Chu nodded in satisfaction.
Xi Liye might be busy and would not reply immediately.
Great.
Once he replied, she could ask him the sharp question:
Why didn’t you reply to me instantly?
Her phone kept vibrating in her pocket.
Wen Chu looked down and saw two words flashing on the screen:
Mom.
She sighed inwardly.
What had to come had finally come.
Since transmigrating, she had never dared to contact the original owner’s family, afraid she would expose herself.
But now that the call had come, not answering would be even more suspicious.
She pressed the answer button and lowered her voice.
“Hello, Mom?”
A gentle yet tired female voice came from the other end.
“ChuChu, are you at school? Have you eaten?”
“Mm, I’m in class.”
Wen Chu answered vaguely while her mind quickly sorted through the original owner’s memories about her mother.
Lin Xiuyun.
Her ex-husband had been a gambler and abusive.
For her daughter’s sake, she had gritted her teeth and divorced him, then spent years struggling alone.
She loved her daughter, almost to the point of spoiling her.
And because of that desire to compensate her, the original owner had eventually developed her spoiled and vain personality.
“Do you have enough money lately? It’s cold now. Buy thicker clothes. Don’t save too much.”
Lin Xiuyun kept nagging.
“I transferred three thousand to your card yesterday. Check it later.”
Wen Chu’s heart tightened.
The original owner’s mother was actually not very well-off.
Three thousand yuan was not a small amount to her.
“Mom, I have enough money. Don’t keep sending me money…”
“What do you mean enough? You’re studying away from home. If you need to spend, then spend.”
Lin Xiuyun paused.
Her voice lowered slightly.
“Um… ChuChu, are you free this weekend? Uncle Pei said he wants to treat you to a meal…”
Wen Chu’s grip on the phone tightened.