Chapter 27 He Feels a Crisis

Cheng Hao hinted.
If she delayed graduation, couldn’t intern with Shiyu Bai—their gap would widen.
Sure, her family had money now—but when Shiyu Bai entered finance, became an international investor or top broker, earning millions yearly—she couldn’t compare.
“Yeah—stop acting petty, rejoin. Or Shiyu Bai might withdraw the assignment—you’ll regret it.”
Zhao Yihang finished—laughter came from the steps. Professors above department level, fresh from an academic seminar.
Feng Shuping, the most prestigious, paused, approached.
“Professor!”
“Professor!”
They bowed. Cheng Hao and Zhao Yihang nudged Shiyu Bai. “Wow—Professor Feng!”
“Why’s he here? Internship related? His recommendation would skyrocket you!”
They assumed he was here for Shiyu Bai—never expected…
Feng Shuping stopped a meter away, looked at Su Niansheng. “Su Niansheng? Art Management 253?”
“Yes, Professor Feng.”
“Hello.”
Feng Shuping smiled, offering his hand.
“Junxi mentioned your interest in ‘Economic Thinking.’ This week’s schedule was full—scheduled you for next Wednesday. But since we met, and we’ll use the lecture hall—come with me to familiarize with the course. Convenient?”
Now?
Su Niansheng was delighted—so fast!
Shen Xiaoxi’s efficiency—reliable!
“Convenient—very convenient.”
She smiled, following Feng Shuping to Guomao Building—leaving the three stunned.
“Professor Feng’s ‘Economic Thinking’? An art student can take it? As an elective?! Joking—even Shiyu Bai, finance TOP1, applies a month early!”
Zhao Yihang gaped.
Cheng Hao sneered, jealous. “Didn’t you hear? Recommended by Shen Junxi. What can’t a Beijing circle young master do? We climb so hard—still less than his word.”
“Why would Shen Junxi help her?”
Zhao Yihang watched her back—remembering her mocking smirk as she passed, as if saying: Who regrets now?
His face burned like a slap.
“Maybe she cheered for Shen Junxi once—this is payback.”
“Impossible—a cheerleader? Shen Junxi’s popular—how many would he have? Worth Professor Feng’s class? Too costly—must be a shady deal…”
A girl humiliated him—he started rumors. But met Shiyu Bai’s icy stare.
Shiyu Bai’s face was dark, like 万年寒冰 (ten-thousand-year ice)—reminding him of being held underwater in the library, gasping. He backtracked.
“Maybe… Shen Junxi’s chasing her? But no—arrogant rich kid, plenty of women. No need to fuss over one.”
Cheng Hao glanced at Shiyu Bai. “Right—Shen Junxi would’ve chased her earlier. And Su Niansheng’s all about you—wouldn’t reciprocate.”
But…
Su Niansheng’s recent tricks—using the “shark effect” clearly.
Before, she tried hard to chase Shiyu Bai—he ignored her. Now… his eyes, fixed on her back, were full of interest.
Conquering challenges, competing for rare resources and beauties—it’s in male DNA.
Shen Junxi’s appearance made him feel a crisis.
“Probably still acting petty—quit the group childishly, take unrelated courses. Waiting for you to coax her.”

[Shen Xiaoxi—nice, mission done so fast!]
Su Niansheng sent a selfie to Shen Junxi in the lecture hall. He arrived in ten minutes, like teleporting.
“Why’re you here? Not on today’s schedule.”
“Ugh—don’t ask!”
Before he spoke, Duan Chengyu wiped sweat behind him—glaring at Shen Junxi.
“Junxi ge got your message—wanted to fly over, quit mid-game! Ever seen someone abandon the enemy base?!”
Zhong Zhe smiled, went to the back. Shen Junxi placed his book next to hers, stealthily claiming the seat. “Enough—you never win anyway?”
“I have—just not like this! So unfair!”
He finished miserably, seeking comfort from Su Niansheng. “Xiaoqian sis—can I sit next to you…”
“Scram.”
Shen Junxi cut him off violently.
Su Niansheng laughed, curious. “Why rush over?”
“What do you think?” Shen Junxi sat lazily, teasing her. “You’re my recommendation—mess up, I lose face.”
“Heh.” Su Niansheng sneered. “Looking down on me? With my smarts, I’ll save your old face!”
Back in the day, she was a top student—chose art for more figure skating time, then focused on chasing someone in college—grades dropped. But if she tried, she’d bounce back!
Thinking so, she listened carefully—soon felt like hearing 天书 (heavenly scriptures).
No economics background, missed courses—basics too weak, couldn’t keep up with Feng Shuping.
She glanced around.
Duan Chengyu, playful but top of his class—his eSports club thrived.
Zhong Zhe—no need to say.
A medical god, published SCI papers, double-majored in international trade—elite of elites, ready to take over Zhong’s medical capital.
As for Shen Junxi—even more 变态 (abnormal)!