Chapter 1305 - 1277: Keep It for Yourself to Eat Slowly

Chapter 1305: Chapter 1277: Keep It for Yourself to Eat Slowly

Is there really such a stunning beauty in the Science College? Her charisma, her looks, even a lab coat can’t hide her unparalleled elegance and made a lasting impression on the two juniors with just a fleeting glimpse.

The sight of those slightly squinted star-like eyes held the juniors captivated, they didn’t snap out of it even when she entered the building.

"Wipe your drool, this one is out of your league."

Turning around, it was the president of the current student council speaking.

"Do you know her?"

"Apart from you new students, is there anyone in our school who doesn’t know her? She’s the goddess of our campus, have you heard of Chen Xiaoqian?"

"It’s her!!!"

The senior might not be involved in the hustle of campus life, but her legends have long echoed everywhere; now the tales of the mighty Qian have another feat, and the president gazed enviously in Qian’s departing direction.

"This time Mr. Qio has only brought one Ph.D. student here, can you guess who? It’s her!"

"Uh... Female Ph.D. students are already Master Miejue status, and one under an authority figure..."

More than 30% of men are unwilling to marry female Ph.D.s, which exposes the dregs of feudal marriage just like the crap Qian heard in that female virtue seminar. They all believe a proper marriage requires male dominance, and a woman with this level of education often implies high intelligence and independence, which ordinary men can’t handle.

"But I think even if senior is a Ph.D., it wouldn’t bother me, she’s got the looks." Another commented as if he was making a huge concession.

The president mocked, "Do you really think you’re some hotshot? You may not care about her high education, but would she even glance your way? Besides, even if you imagine being the best on campus, you still have to compete with her superhero husband."

Yu Minglang only appeared on campus once, yet left a deep impression on many, capable of claiming the goddess from the stage, who else but him!

So, the three boys could only stare at the now empty doorway, the lab sign on the wall shimmered under the sunlight.

Indeed, only a goddess pairs with a god...

Naturally, Qian couldn’t hear the discussions about her outside; she entered the building and headed straight for the elevator, taking off her glasses once she got in.

To outsiders, her half-squinted starry eyes have a mesmerizing effect; in reality, it’s because Qian’s eyes have been hurting in the past few days. Putting Xiaowei to bed, she still has to get up and handle her papers as she’s in her first year of doctoral studies, fighting with her thesis daily. Mr. Qio won’t go easy on her just because of their relationship; the coursework is ever-increasing. Most Ph.D. students start publishing papers in their second year, and typically one or two a year is decent unless it’s a special field, but who’s Qian with? Qio Yu Xuan!

Authority isn’t a random title; the courses Qio arranged for Qian are all modeled after foreign methods. Qian’s papers cannot be submitted directly; they must pass Nong Yao’s and Qio Yu Xuan’s reviews first. Occasionally, if Nong Yao sends it back for corrections without approval for submission, it hampers academic progress. Qian knows her paper would pass outside scrutiny, yet without sect’s agreement, she can’t publish, delaying her studies.

Even a genius like Qian almost couldn’t cope, without the foundation from her previous life, getting a Ph.D. from Qio Yu Xuan would be as difficult as reaching heaven! And don’t assume thesis work is sufficient—attending classes, lab work, academic conferences...

What other doctoral candidates must do, Qian does; what others fail to do, she still does. Upon joining Qio Yu Xuan, she learned one thing: authority means aiming not for the most exhausting but the more exhausting workload.

These days, she’s busy till midnight, sometimes not sleeping by 1 a.m., wanting to sleep more the next day, but Xiaowei disagrees.

Xiaowei, her lovely baby, is now over 5 months old; though not speaking or crawling yet, the first thing she does upon waking is seek her mom. The aunt and grandmother being around doesn’t suffice; only when she sees her mother is Xiaowei contentedly eating and playing, leaving Qian unable to fall back asleep.

This kind of hassle finally caused eye trouble, she squints at everything now.

Talk about enjoying a relaxing first Ph.D. year while raising a child, it’s only in dreams. Qian now wishes for extra arms; outsiders only see her success in career and love, who sees her exhaustion like a silly fawn, late night laboring with a bird nest hair?

Today’s urgent lab experiment couldn’t be missed; Qian postponed her ophthalmology appointment, coming squinty-eyed, and upon entering the lab, she detected an odd smell...

Following the source of the aroma, she spotted Nong Yao leaning on the lab bench, with an intense expression, holding a tool, scrutinizing an object with such scholarly fervor, and inviting Qian over.

"Want to join?"

Qian never mentioned to Mr. Qio the provocative remarks Nong Yao once made to her. After several anxious days, Nong Yao noticed no adverse effects and gradually softened his attitude towards Qian.

Qian glanced at the bustling lab with the corner of her eye; amidst the hectic activity, this guy stood out conspicuously.

"Aren’t you worried my dad might lash out at you?"

"For what? The old man left for a business trip early today, won’t be back for days. Today, I’m the one guiding you. Qian, it may look like they’re busy as calves, yet from a glance, I know 99.9% are just aimlessly occupied. In truth, most Ph.D. routines use 99% of busy work to validate 1% of truth, while as a member of our farm, you should master using 1% effort to save 99% of time!"

So... Is that why you’re eating spicy hot pot in the lab?

Nong Yao already completed his Ph.D. abroad; before Mr. Qio found Qian, he was at an overseas postdoctoral research station, mostly airplane hopping, exploiting Fat Sheep, relishing every moment.

After Mr. Qio located Qian, he spent most of his time stationed in Lishi; when Qio was absent, he supervised Qian to some extent, though this supervisor often lacked seriousness.

Eating hot pot in the lab? That’s only something Nong Yao would do; he’s particularly fond of Chinese cuisine, especially snacks, loving food almost as much as his passion for money.

"Care for some? Aka bought really delicious stuff this time." Nong Yao lifted a meatball in praise, "This pee-ball is amazing, especially its sensation of peeing in your mouth—"

"Keep peeing in your mouth, I’m not interested in this."

Qian felt disgusted. Nong Yao has spent so much time domestically his Mandarin improved tremendously; Qian now can’t use twisted poems to tease him, he understands them now. Moreover, he seems to have learned from someone, speaking with a bit of dialect; his words have that oyster taste.

Nong Yao finally finished the ball that could "pee" in his mouth and slurped down the broth heartily under Qian’s highly disdainful gaze.