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Ye Xueli and Qin Nian still got married, because some things have to be experienced firsthand. When she typed, "Sorry, I went to bed early yesterday and didn't see your message. Is it really okay? I'm so happy!" she truly meant every word. The dream she had cherished throughout her youth had finally become reality. Even if it was not exactly as she had imagined, how could she not feel overjoyed? So she happily took the hand extended to her by Second Young Master Qin and, on a bright, sunny day beneath soaring white doves, stepped into the sacred hall of marriage. Six years later, she realized she had made the biggest mistake of her life. "You've gone back to your parents' house to complain again. It seems our Qin family has treated you terribly." Ye Xueli heard the sarcastic remark the moment she walked through the door. Without even looking over, she removed her scarf, hung it neatly on the coat rack, and replied tiredly, "It's just my moth...

Not long after Hou Nianyun returned, People magazine released a new cover. The woman on the cover looked over her shoulder, her eyes as calm and cold as a reptile's. Amid the sea of flashy magazine layouts, she seemed to be gazing at someone beyond the frame. The image was breathtaking, and when the identity of the cover star was revealed, the excitement only grew. It was the legendary academic genius, Ye Xiqing. Because of her appearance on the cover, a previously obscure magazine sold over one hundred thousand copies. The publisher hurriedly released a digital edition featuring the same cover, which quickly surpassed fifty thousand sales as well. In an era when print media was steadily declining, only fashion magazines backed by celebrity fandoms could normally achieve such astonishing numbers. Serious publications almost never reached those figures. Ye Xiqing had ushered in a completely new phenomenon. The era of the "traffic scholar." Naturally, her detractors were qu...

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...