Chapter 68 – The Senior Tutors Me
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Within a week, the first chapter of the Youth Still Goes On comic adaptation had been released.
Readers loved it, and Luo Ye was thrilled—except for one issue: the newcomer artist “Rice‑Plus‑Water” had cut the opening scene with the male lead and his “white‑moonlight” down to a single line. The manga now focused solely on the sweet romance.
The character designs, however, hit the mark perfectly—the protagonist and heroine looked exactly as Luo Ye imagined.
During that week, Luo Ye kept up his morning and evening workouts, noticeably improving his fitness. What once seemed impossible was now within reach. Whether or not he placed in the upcoming sports meet, he was gaining something.
After morning classes, he returned to the dorm, opened his laptop, and stared at a screen full of incomprehensible symbols.
“Hey, Dachi, I’ve got a problem,” Luo Ye said, his face serious.
“What’s up, kid? My dad can help,” Wang Dachi replied, standing behind him, curious about the laptop.
“Isn’t this the assignment Professor Wang gave us?”
“Yes.”
Luo Ye ran a hand through his hair, feeling he couldn’t possibly finish it.
Back in high school, his grades were average—mediocre enough that Tang Enqi teased, “If you get into Jiang University, we’ll be together,” which motivated Luo Ye to work harder. He rose from a 480‑point monthly average to 590 out of 750, a feat his high‑school homeroom teacher still bragged about to current seniors.
Even so, he barely scraped the university’s cutoff; a slightly lower score would have left him out. Therefore, the computer‑science core courses felt tough.
“You can’t do this?” Wang Dachi stared at the screen, then shook his head, a grin spreading. “I’m clueless too.”
Luo Ye’s mind flashed.
In the dorm, Li Haoyang swamped with class‑monitor duties, and Shen Qiao had vanished somewhere. Luo Ye sighed, thinking how hard the assignment was.
Then a thought: the fairy senior was a computer‑science prodigy. Maybe she could help.
He shut his laptop, packed his bag, and left the room.
Wang Dachi watched the empty dorm, a look of loneliness on his face. Everyone seemed busy—handling class matters or disappearing mysteriously. Shen once napped in the dorm when he had free time, but lately he’d always be out whenever he had a break.
Usually, Wang Dachi spent his time in the dorm, eating and studying; now he felt abandoned. He slumped at his desk and launched a parachute‑sim game.
Meanwhile, Luo Ye arrived at the staff‑apartment, knocked on door 614, and shouted, “Senior, are you home?”
“Come in,” a crisp voice replied.
He unlocked the door and entered.
Su Baizhou emerged from her room, settled on the sofa, and asked coolly, “What do you want?”
“I can’t do the assignment.”
He perched beside her, set his laptop on the table, and opened the problematic file.
Su Baizhou glanced at the screen, then said, “Isn’t that a freshman core course?”
Luo Ye froze; “Core” implied it was the easiest? He lacked any coding talent, and being in the computer‑science department wasn’t his original plan. He hadn’t even chosen a major; he’d just thought any major would do at Jiang University.
Would the senior look down on him for his inability? She was a top computer‑science student.
Su Baizhou examined the code, then explained, “These are basic theory concepts—you’re stuck because you missed the fundamentals.”
She stood, slid on pink pig‑shaped slippers, and went back to her room—Luo Ye had never entered her space before.
A moment later she emerged holding a textbook: Fundamentals of Computer Courses.
Seeing the title, Luo Ye’s stomach tightened.
“This book, chapter 1, section 6, matches your assignment.”
He flipped to the page, brows furrowed.
Minutes later his eyes widened in frustration. He could read the characters but couldn’t grasp their meaning—like ancient text without translation or English letters without understanding.
“It’s clear you didn’t listen in class,” Su Baizhou remarked.
Luo Ye lowered his head, feeling like a reprimanded child.
She was right—he’d been zoning out, preoccupied with his novel’s plotlines, not the lectures.
“Continuing like this, you’ll fail the course,” she warned sternly.
“What, the final exam isn’t easy?”
“It’s simple, but if you can’t answer a single question, you’ll probably flunk.”
She continued, “Your brother asked me to look after you. If you fail, it’s my face on the line. From now on, I’ll tutor you in this major.”
Luo Ye’s eyes lit up—the senior!
“Tutoring means you need a solid foundation. Memorize twenty pages of basics each day; I’ll check. Until you finish, you can’t leave.”
He felt a sudden darkness shade his face.
“Are you unwilling?” she asked.
“Yes, yes—I love studying now.”
He felt his heart weep.
He resolved to endure the pain—this was the price for staying in her warm embrace.
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