A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Several people around them turned their gazes toward him.

Jiang Chu was well-known in the department—she was outstanding in her major and had an exceptional appearance. Any video of her doing a class exercise could go viral online if posted by a classmate.

However, they also know that her social media accounts are mostly filled with cosmetics and jewelry, and there is hardly any content related to dance.

Moreover, the last update was several weeks ago.

Recently, I've even deleted everything from the past.

...Some well-informed people also know that it's her ex-boyfriend who's causing trouble, unable to tolerate people online calling her "wife" or sending her indecent private messages.

But which public figure hasn't had a similar experience?

Wei Jingzhen was willing to spend money to buy her things, and she genuinely disliked the harassment, so she wasn't in a hurry to create a persona for herself.

After all, the coursework at Kyoto University is not easy either.

but--

These are all just their guesses, and they're all things of the past.

"I'll participate."

Jiang Chu replied.

The girl with the bracelet was taken aback, her expression shifting from surprise to confusion: "No... Jiang Chu, do you even know your own limitations? With a face like yours, you could easily go viral by just posting a cosplay video online. If you really have the time, you should participate in some high-profile shows to gain exposure and become famous first."

Jiang Chu: "It became famous, and then what?"

"And then?" The girl with the bracelet raised an eyebrow. "Of course, you find a way to monetize it! Take gigs, do commercial performances, sign with a management company—popularity equals money. With your talent, if you manage it seriously for a while and build up your fanbase, even if you don't go into the entertainment industry, becoming a top dance blogger and earning millions or even tens of millions a year isn't difficult. If you're lucky enough to be noticed by a variety show or film crew, the pay will be even higher!"

Jiang Chu paused for two seconds, then said, "Thank you, but..."

Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions?

Not to mention the properties Xie Jing gave us, even the jewelry alone would be worth more than that.

But there's no need to say these things.

Jiang Chu also loves money.

Her current choice is entirely because—

She received a lot of support, which allowed her to do what she loved.

Jiang Chu looked up. "I would still prefer to see my name appear in a book, the kind of book that sits in a library and will be found many years later."

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

The girl with the bracelet opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only looking at her with a complicated expression.

The round-faced boy secretly gave Jiang Chu a thumbs up.

"However," the student next to me whispered, "how do you plan to write that research paper?"

"I don't know," Jiang Chu tilted her head, "but I've decided to read more books first."

In the afternoon, she took a tiring shower, left the training room, and walked towards the library, only to realize that she had forgotten to eat lunch again.

Jiang Chu: "..."

I hope someone won't ask about this tonight.

She entered the relevant keywords into the library's search system.

Motor neuroscience, cross-cultural nonverbal communication, evolution and expression, mirror neurons and imitation...

She even had to think about the Chinese translations of many of the terms, let alone understand the densely packed technical terms in the English abstracts.

Jiang Chu was dizzy from reading so much, and it took her a long time to find some books that she thought might be useful.

She stayed in the interdisciplinary research area of ​​natural sciences until evening.

The staff began urging people to leave.

Jiang Chu carried a heavy stack of books, completed the borrowing procedures, and laboriously returned to the parking lot, where she tossed the books onto the passenger seat of the Audi.

"Senior," a freshman passing by turned to look at her, "Don't put these kinds of items on your seat. In the event of sudden braking or a collision, the inertia will cause hard, heavy objects to be ejected at high speeds. The risk is even greater at high speeds, and it could seriously injure the driver."

"You're right," Jiang Chu sighed wearily, "but considering the traffic outside, I estimate that I can hardly drive faster than 20 km/h from school to home. Most of the time, I can only crawl along the road."

Freshman: "...That's true."

As Jiang Chu said this, she still moved the book to the trunk.

By the time the Audi finally reached Yunxiang Road, it was already pitch black.

The lobby was quiet.

Butler Wang came forward to greet him, "Sir has just returned as well—"

Before she could finish speaking, Xie Jing had already come out and naturally took the pile of books from her hands.

The books that Jiang Chu wanted to hold with both arms, he could easily embrace with one arm, his large palm firmly supporting the bottom.

The man's shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, and his deep black eyes swept over her before looking at the heavy professional books in his arms.

He stopped.

At the top is a hardcover book with a blue-gray cover, and a detailed diagram of a neural network is printed in the lower right corner of the cover.

Emergence of Movement: Embodied Cognition, Mirror Systems, and Cross-Cultural Nonverbal Communication

The author's name is below the subtitle.

Xie Jing stared at the name and gently tapped the cover with his other hand. "Dr. Ode."

"Hmm? You know this author?"

Jiang Chu leaned over from the side and looked up at him.

Xie Jing: "...Back then, he was a senior visiting scholar in the department, specializing in non-linguistic social signal research within the framework of evolutionary biology."

Jiang Chu: "Speak like a human being?"

Xie Jing: "I've taken his classes."