Gu Zhe couldn’t understand how Song Yihan had the nerve to say something like “work together side by side.”
Dear lady, do you even know how to write a program on your own?
During your final exams, you copied code like memorizing a textbook, literally just writing it from memory!
Calling it “joint development” was just a fancy way of saying Gu Zhe would do all the work while Song Yihan would take the credit.
And she wanted to wipe everything from the past clean? After all the harm she caused, what gave her the right to ask for a clean slate?
Looking at her confident expression, as if she was already expecting a positive answer, Gu Zhe felt utterly repulsed. That familiar look of entitlement again—as if the world revolved around her.
“Song Yihan, there’s only one thing I ask of you now,” Gu Zhe said coldly.
“Oh? What is it?”
“Please stay away from me. Don’t interfere in my life anymore. From now on, I want to avoid having any contact with you. Thank you.”
If his tone yesterday in the cafeteria could be called firm, then today, it was pure disgust.
Song Yihan hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. How could this be possible?
Wasn’t Gu Zhe always someone who would come running the moment she beckoned?
She had already given him such a clear chance, and yet Gu Zhe became even colder?
“Gu Zhe, what’s going on? Did Lin Nuo’er say something to you?”
Even now, Song Yihan hadn’t once considered that she might be the problem.
Gu Zhe picked up his laptop. “If you won’t stay away from me, fine. I’ll stay away from you. You might be hard to deal with, but I can still avoid you.”
Hugging his laptop, charger, and textbooks, he left like he was fleeing a disaster and headed to the back row of the classroom—leaving Song Yihan standing there in confusion.
“He’s avoiding the plague.”
True brothers might argue about many things, but when it came to outsiders, they were always united.
“You guys!” Song Yihan took another blow.
From childhood, she had always been the proud little princess—people doted on her, spoiled her, and treated her like royalty. She had never experienced such humiliation before.
Her fragile mental defenses completely crumbled. She ran to an empty seat in the front and buried her face in her arms, crying.
Peeking cautiously from the classroom door, Duan Mingdong lit up when he saw her. He rushed in, eagerly sat next to her, and started whispering who-knows-what in her ear.
One of Song Yihan’s roommates pulled off the round-glasses girl’s headphones and said with lingering excitement, “You really missed an incredible scene just now! Gu Zhe’s response was so sharp!”
The girl with the round glasses curled her lip. “Please, it only counts as a drama when both leads can hold the stage. Song Yihan isn’t even qualified to share the spotlight with Gu Zhe.”
This little episode before class quickly spread through the classmates’ conversations.
Humans are social creatures.
Why do people throw wedding banquets?
Because once you hold a banquet, your colleagues, friends, and relatives will know you’ve married someone—only then is the marriage socially recognized.
And just like that, as more classmates spread word of what had happened between Gu Zhe and Song Yihan over the past two days, this pair—once assumed to be permanently linked—was now clearly separating.
“Wow, lots of people showed up today.”
“Let me see, I spot a few new faces.”
“Rare sight! I thought I’d only get to meet some of you for the first time during final exams.”
Chen Guangxue’s witty opening drew a round of laughter from the class.
Some strict teachers tended to have a playful side in how they spoke. That’s often because they were so confident in their professional abilities that they could afford to incorporate humor without sacrificing quality teaching.
“Where’s the student who applied for the patent? Did he show up today? Got approval yet? Is the patent number auspicious?”
From the back of the classroom, Gu Zhe slowly raised his hand and said, “Professor Chen, I ran into some issues during the last few classes—truly sorry about that. But I’ve been asking my roommates for help afterward, so I’ve kept up with the class.” You are reading on novelping(.)com, the official source.
Youthful arrogance can be stylish, sure. But showing respect to your teachers is a rare virtue.
Sometimes, when young people rebel against their teachers, it feels forced—because deep down, they know those teachers mean well. The ultimate goal is always the same: helping students have better futures.
Given that, students shouldn’t see teachers as enemies from the start.
This was a lesson Gu Zhe had learned through years of tough experience in his past life. There are always people who try to stir up conflict—between clients and vendors, students and teachers, doctors and patients, and so on.
Yes, those conflicts do exist.
But clients and vendors still need to collaborate to complete projects. Students and teachers share the goal of better grades. Doctors and patients both want healing.
They’re on the same side. Most disagreements are just differences in perspective—but some people maliciously elevate them to opposing positions.
Creating trouble for those on your team is, in essence, creating trouble for yourself.
Sure enough, after hearing Gu Zhe’s words, Chen Guangxue looked visibly pleased. He’d been expecting a tough case, but this kid was actually pretty decent—he even gave the professor a graceful way to move on.
He kept up with the class, didn’t fall behind, and took initiative to apologize. Really, there wasn’t much for Chen Guangxue to be angry about.
Still, Chen Guangxue wasn’t someone you could fool so easily. His eyes glinted behind his glasses, and he smiled, “Alright, Gu Zhe, since you said you’ve kept up, let me quiz you a bit.”
“Take a look at the PPT.”
These were all basic programming questions. In his past life, Gu Zhe had even pursued a part-time master’s degree in software engineering while working, so these undergrad-level fundamentals were practically child’s play for him.
As Gu Zhe answered each question with ease, Chen Guangxue’s eyes lit up more and more. Soon he moved on to more open-ended and even advanced questions.
But don’t forget—programming had been Gu Zhe’s hobby in his previous life. His real job had always been hands-on development.
When he combined his actual work experience with his answers, some of his insights left Chen Guangxue thoroughly impressed.