Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

Song Jingmo's expression was cold, and his voice was clear and icy: "You are an adult, and the decisions you make are the best choices after weighing the pros and cons. Don't make it sound so high-sounding."

"Similarly, my decision was made solely out of personal motives and had nothing to do with anyone else."

Liao Xubai was speechless; what he said was indeed true.

His request for Song Jingmo to return to China was merely an excuse he used to morally blackmail others.

Compared to that, his love is indeed somewhat lacking.

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Lu Er lay on the soft bed, staring at the exquisite crystal chandelier on the ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Liao Xubai's harsh words pierced his heart like needles.

"He was at the bottom of his class at A University, only changed careers because he couldn't get into graduate school, and he wouldn't have graduated without Song Jingmo..."

It's harsh to say, but it's the truth.

University A gathers top students from all provinces and cities; here, geniuses are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Even so, 8% of students fail to graduate each year.

One of his roommates in his freshman year was the top scorer in the city. After being admitted to University A that year, the mayor personally awarded him a scholarship.

However, after a year, he couldn't handle the huge sense of loss and chose to drop out of school.

He couldn't even reach the threshold of genius; his admission to the top-tier A University in China was entirely due to Song Jingmo's tireless tutoring.

The reason he was able to avoid failing any courses during university was because Song Jingmo was willing to condescend to attend classes with him and highlight the key points for him.

As a result, Song Jingmo was often teased by his classmates, and his professor was also very disappointed in him.

I wonder if Song Jingmo ever held a grudge against him.

Lu Er's thoughts drifted away...

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A big.

Monday morning at 8:00 AM is anatomy class.

Lu Er was so sleepy from playing games all night that he could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted to skip class, but Song Jingmo wouldn't allow it. To prevent him from skipping class, Song Jingmo even accompanied him to class.

There was no other way, so he could only wear a pair of non-prescription glasses, thinking that his dozing off wouldn't be too noticeable.

Song Jingmo sat next to him, with a thick stack of graduate-level textbooks spread out in front of him.

"Now I'd like to ask a student to answer this question." The professor adjusted his glasses and scanned the classroom. "The boy in the white T-shirt and glasses, please."

Lu Er looked up groggily and found that all the students in the class were staring at her.

"Young man, could you please briefly describe the names and functions of the twelve pairs of cranial nerves?" The old professor was very kind and approachable.

Lu Er instantly snapped awake, breaking out in a cold sweat. He had been sleeping the entire class; how would he know anything about brain nerves?

In a moment of desperation, he impulsively took off his glasses and shoved them into Song Jingmo's hand.

The whole class erupted in uproar, and some people were even waiting to see the joke.

Song Jingmo put on his glasses without changing his expression, stood up, and his cool voice rang out in the classroom:

"The twelve pairs of cranial nerves include the olfactory nerve, optic nerve, oculomotor nerve, trochlear nerve, trigeminal nerve, abducens nerve, facial nerve, vestibulocochlear nerve, glossopharyngeal nerve, vagus nerve, accessory nerve, and hypoglossal nerve. Their main functions include..."

Song Jingmo's answer was detailed and accurate, exactly the same as the one in the textbook.

Even the old professor couldn't help but nod, and even stepped down from the podium to examine him closely: "Song Jingmo? Aren't you Professor Wen's prized student? What are you doing here in a freshman class?"

Whispers immediately filled the classroom, and many girls looked at Lu Er and Song Jingmo with excited eyes.

Song Jingmo lied without changing his expression: "I don't remember some basic knowledge very well, so I'm here to review it."

The old professor shook his head in anguish: "You want someone to go straight to a PhD program, and they come here to review the basics as a freshman? And they're even following...

She glanced at Lu Er, whose face was flushed, and said, "Hanging out with someone who's terrible at everything, you really have no ambition!"

At that moment, Lu Er wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He had never been so clearly aware of the gap between himself and Song Jingmo: one was a prodigy, whose talent was even cherished by professors; while he was a good-for-nothing who wasted Song Jingmo's time.

From then on, he never dared to let Song Jingmo accompany him to class again.

Memories recede like the tide, leaving behind only bitterness.

Lu Er turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

He and Song Jingmo were never from the same world.

In the entertainment industry, he is a top-tier celebrity who attracts worldwide attention, and his high level of education is one of his most dazzling assets.

But only he himself knew that behind that University of A diploma was Song Jingmo's countless days and nights of hard work.

Compared to true geniuses like Song Jingmo and Liao Xubai, he's not even worth a speck of dust.

My phone suddenly vibrated, and a message popped up:

"Does your wrist still hurt? Remember to take your medicine on time."

Lu Er's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the message.

No matter what he did, Song Jingmo would forgive him and continue to treat him well as always.

And he couldn't help Song Jingmo at all; he would only hold her back.

Liao Xubai was absolutely right; he was a real troublemaker.

When they were students, Liao Xubai was a genius who could be compared to Song Jingmo.

He, on the other hand, will only be left far behind.

Two days later, when Lu Er went to the hospital for a follow-up examination, she deliberately avoided Song Jingmo and registered for a regular appointment.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into Liao Xubai in the corridor.

"Oh, isn't this our big star?" Liao Xubai said with a mocking smile. "Why isn't Jingmo with him?"

Lu Er said coldly, "None of your business."

"He turned down an exchange opportunity to England because he was going to pick you up at the airport." Liao Xubai's eyes sharpened. "Do you know how many doctors dream of this?"

Lu Er was stunned; he had no idea about this.

He didn't tell me.

If Song Jingmo had something to do, he would never be so capricious as to let the other party pick him up at the airport.

"Of course he won't tell," Liao Xubai sneered. "He's given up much more for you than just this. But ask yourself honestly, do you deserve such sacrifice?"

In the past, Song Jingmo had indeed missed several competitions because he was taking care of him when he was sick.

Lu Er forced a calm demeanor: "It's his choice, what's it to you?"

"This concerns his future!" Liao Xubai stepped closer. "He deserves better opportunities, and you're just a stumbling block."

"Have you said enough?" Lu Er gritted her teeth.

"No!" Liao Xubai's voice drew the attention of those around him. "If you have any conscience, stay away from him and don't drag him down."

Lu Er suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with anger. But in the end, she said nothing, turned around, and strode away.

He disliked Liao Xubai's attitude, but had to admit that the other party was right.

Song Jingmo is so outstanding; he deserves a brighter future. He shouldn't have given up opportunities and become just an ordinary doctor.

Just then, Song Jingmo's figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

"How did the follow-up examination go?" Song Jingmo sat down next to Lu Er, his tone concerned.

Lu Er shifted her position, widening the distance between them: "It's alright, the doctor said I'm recovering very well."

Song Jingmo keenly sensed Lu Er's aloofness and frowned slightly: "Are you avoiding me?"

"No." Lu Er stood up. "I have something to do, I'll be leaving now."

"Wait a minute," Song Jingmo grabbed Lu Er's wrist, his grip light but preventing her from breaking free. "Let's talk."

When Liao Xubai came out of the consultation room, he saw the two of them pulling and tugging at each other, and his eyes darkened.

Lu Er noticed Liao Xubai's gaze and, as if provoked, abruptly shook off Song Jingmo's hand.

"Don't touch me, or we'll be trending again if we get photographed." Lu Er said and quickly left.

Song Jingmo stood there, stunned, watching Lu Er's resolute back, a dull pain welling up in his heart.

Turning to look at Liao Xubai, her eyes sharp: "What did you say to him?"

Liao Xubai shrugged: "I'm just telling him some facts."

Song Jingmo's face turned pale instantly: Lu Er knew his secret thoughts.

No wonder it reacted so strongly to just a touch.