Citrus Translations

Hou Nianyun gained fame overnight. Like an excavator digging up buried history, she reposted every outrageous comment the trolls had made over the past four years. "Get up and meet your maker!" The remarks that had once infuriated people now looked like comedy. The more people reread them, the funnier they became, and the comment section was filled with laughter. This time, the university forum was flooded not only with students and professors from X University but also with countless outsiders who had come to watch the spectacle. Everyone watched the chaos with remarkable civility. "I thought a genius who entered with a score of 746 would be treated like royalty at school. So this is what really happened?" "Isn't it obvious? Just read the comments and guess the gender. Some people never even tried to hide it." "Holy crap. X University's pharmacy program was built on Academician Yang's reputation, and these people still look down on women?...

Where there is competition, there is attention. It is like horse racing. Everyone hopes the horse they support will win. Sometimes that desire burns even more fiercely than the horse's own will to win. Although most netizens only stayed interested for a short time, a considerable number remained in this battlefield, determined to see who would emerge victorious. Because of venue limitations, people outside X University could not watch the event in person. As a result, students on campus became war correspondents, providing live updates on the university forum. The broadcast continued for four years. For four long years, everyone involved was exhausted by the constant attention. Ye Xiqing never disappointed those who had placed their hopes on her. Even after entering university, she continued to achieve one perfect score after another. She never lost marks on objective questions, and since the courses she had chosen contained almost no subjective assessments, her transcript became a...

I had thought that meeting a legendary scholar would be incredibly stressful, but in the end, it turned out to be surprisingly easy. As Meng Xuedong walked out of Professor Yang's house, she was still savoring the experience. Looking at Ye Xiqing with admiration, she exclaimed, "Master Xi, you really are a genius. You managed to invite a great scholar with nothing but a single letter. You truly know how to persuade people!" Ye Xiqing smiled faintly. If someone lacks money, tempt them with profit. If someone lacks love, move them with emotion. If someone lacks neither, appeal to their ideals. That was an eternal truth. The only thing that grows old with time is the human body. A person's passion for life can be awakened from the depths of their soul at any moment. Even someone as steadfast as Professor Yang Wenqing had been touched by her seemingly extreme ideals. In a world that so often favored men for no apparent reason, women naturally felt the unfairness that came...

Ye Xueli rushed back to her own territory like a whirlwind. She had no idea what she was running from, but she knew she didn't want to remain there for another second. Ye Xiqing watched her retreating figure before turning around. Meng Xuedong immediately raised both hands in surrender. "I swear I wasn't eavesdropping on purpose! I just came to ask you something. I didn't hear anything..." Ye Xiqing fell silent for a moment before asking, "What is it?" Meng Xuedong looked as though she was about to cry. She finally understood what people meant when they said overworking yourself would bring karmic retribution. Just look at her—she had accidentally overheard her boss's complicated family secrets. Looking at Ye Xiqing pitifully, she asked, "Boss... now that all the details are finalized, where am I supposed to find people to actually carry out the work?" "Figure something out yourself." "I can't! I really can't! My fami...