Collision Course: My Husband is the Real CEO

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After class, at the Crestwood University forum.

[Topic] #Location: Finance Class, Business School, two damn good-looking exchange students joined the junior year! They're literally the pinnacle of campus looks!#

Post #1 [OP]: Hey sisters, I thought today would be a miserable start of the semester, but the first class completely shocked me.

It's just a guess that these two are exchange students~ because as we all know, the Elite Finance Cup is here this year, so we're taking in more exchange students than usual (and most importantly, if these two had been Crestwood students all along, they would've been famous already! So they must be either transfers or exchange students.)

Aaaaaah I'm so done, gods descending, no more talk, here are the candid photos!

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Post #2 [Don't Ask, Just Studying]: !!! Damn! I'm submitting my transfer application tomorrow!!!

Post #3 [Don't Ask Who I Am. Just Date Me]: ... Wake up, upstairs! That's the Business School!! (loudly)

Post #4 [Bubble Cup Again]: Same Finance Class! I regret sitting in the front row, I actually didn't see them!

Anyway, if they're exchange or transfer students, Crestwood isn't a vegetable market no matter how much we expand, so they must have amazing grades!

Aaaaah, regardless of whether their grades are amazing or not, I really want to team up with these two! Damn, isn't life all about admiring beautiful people!!!

...

It was just the start of the semester, and everyone hadn't recovered from the holidays yet, with energy to spare. As long as it wasn't studying, anything was fine.

The gossip threads refreshed one by one, and among the stale melons like "The Music Department's belle broke up with the Sports Department's hunk and jumped into the arms of a Business School wealthy heir!", this praise thread with three candid photos was like a breath of fresh air, emerging out of nowhere, wildly bumped, and stuck on the front page continuously trending.

Thus, these two mysterious exchange students became famous before their names were even known.

...

Scarlett Smith put away her phone after getting excited in the group chat, and Jude Johnson also hung up the phone at almost the same time.

However, as they took the elevator to the first floor and walked out of the academic building, Scarlett felt like she was receiving a lot of weird attention from all directions.

—Of course, not just her, but also the attention magnet beside her.

It wasn't a direct stare, but rather a feeling that gazes were falling on her, and when she looked in that direction, the other person would immediately turn away.

—So she became even more convinced that those people were indeed looking at them.

But fortunately, the destination was very close to the Business School building, and after leading Jude around two corners, they arrived at the shop entrance, so she didn't think too much about it.

The shop was decorated like a wooden cabin, with a wooden sign that read "Ivy Sips Café" in large letters.

The font seemed freshly painted, still glossy, looking very new.

Scarlett pushed the door open first and explained to Jude: "That's the ordering counter over there... Let me first show you what they have! I like drinking bubble tea, but milk tea isn't thirst-quenching, so you'd better order something like fruit tea..."

Jude didn't say anything until she finished introducing, then finally chose lemon green tea.

Before they went to order, Scarlett felt Jude's steps pause.

She turned her head and asked: "What's wrong? Do you want to look at something else?"

Jude shook his head: "I didn't bring cash, and my f*******: probably doesn't have enough money," he said, "Can you lend me some first, I'll pay you back later?"

"f*******: doesn't have enough money?" Scarlett reflexively said immediately: "Then Pay——"

She had just said one word.

Her brain suddenly pulled an emergency brake, reining in her disobedient tongue.

She continued: "Then... we'll have to do it this way."

—PayPal would work too.

These five words were forcibly swallowed.

What do you mean PayPal would work! PayPal is not an option!

Lending him money through f*******: would mean adding him on f*******:!

So close!

So close to missing it!!!

Scarlett sighed inwardly, controlling her emotions, showing nothing on her face. After scanning the code to add him on f*******:, she immediately transferred thirty dollars.

While Jude was paying, she eagerly looked at his f*******:.

The profile picture was a photo of a very fair and good-looking hand placed on an orange tabby cat's head, the scene clean and harmonious.

The hand was highly recognizable, very attractive and clearly belonging to Jude.

And this cat...

Scarlett looked left and right, inexplicably feeling that this orange tabby's face was different from those online, and she seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

But before she could figure it out, the cat owner's voice came from behind.

"The drinks are ready, where should we sit?"

"..."

Scarlett, feeling guilty, immediately locked her phone. At this time, the bubble tea shop wasn't crowded, all the seats were empty. She randomly pointed to a spot, "Over there."

Her previous doubts about the cat also vanished completely.

After they sat opposite each other, Scarlett inserted the straw and satisfyingly took a sip of her bubble tea, while at a glance she noticed the huge promotional poster by the door, with the words "Elite Finance Cup" in large letters.

This poster was also very common elsewhere on campus.

Scarlett seemed reminded, and only then suddenly remembered to ask him about this matter.

She opened her mouth: "Hot——"

She originally wanted to call him by his name, but probably because she had said it too many times with Chloe and the others, she almost said "nice butt" as soon as she opened her mouth.

Jude heard her voice and looked up, his eyes carrying inquiry. His handsome features were illuminated by the light from the window, even more dazzling.

This was different from the eye contact in class, it was a face-to-face full impact of his good looks.

With such a sudden eye contact, she froze for a moment.

Fortunately, her tongue was relatively obedient today. Scarlett recovered quickly and corrected herself: "... Jude, ahem," she pointed to the poster behind him, "Did you come as an exchange student to participate in the 'Elite Finance Cup' too?"

Without waiting for his answer, Scarlett went on by herself: "I heard there are more exchange students and transfer students this year than in previous years, it must be because of this."

—After all, she was one of them.

The "Elite Finance Cup", simply put, is a national financial investment simulation competition, jointly hosted by many educational groups and institutions led by the Elite Group.

The competition has been around for years, with few restrictions, anyone aged 18 to 26 can participate. However, although there's no educational requirement, 95% of participants are college students.

There are only two such heavyweight college competitions nationwide; One is the computer competition Scarlett participated in as a freshman, and the other is the Elite Finance Cup. The computer competition is held every three years, the Elite Finance Cup every four years, and whenever it's a particular competition's turn, the top universities in the country compete fiercely.

Crestwood University lost the previous Elite Finance Cup by a narrow margin to F University, and the name of the winning student and school would be displayed on the Elite Finance Cup homepage for four years, until the next competition when the champion changes.

Principal Reynolds seemed very amiable, and the school rules were very humane. People said Crestwood was the most comfortable environment for students among universities.

But this old man had one characteristic: he was particularly competitive.

F University's champion was displayed for four years, and Principal Reynolds thought about it for four years.

Although he made a comeback in the computer competition, in student and education circles, the Elite Finance Cup has more prestige, so Principal Reynolds was still upset about missing the championship in the Elite Finance Cup, and this year he was determined to focus on it.

Scarlett was in her early twenties, and a master's graduate from Harvard Business School in just three years, such a resource delivered to his doorstep, Principal Reynolds couldn't let it slip.

So that day, after signing the donation documents for a building, Principal Reynolds immediately brought this up, and that's why Scarlett was able to return to campus so smoothly.

Jude only glanced back at the direction she pointed, with no surprised expression on his face, and turned back to ask: "Are you participating?"

Actually, when Scarlett was studying at Harvard, she participated in similar foreign competitions. At the time, she didn't aim for ranking or anything, just found the model quite interesting, and ended up placing tenth in the individual competition.

Although she didn't know if the Elite Finance Cup could meet Principal Reynolds' expectations and win a championship, she should at least be more capable than other students Jude could find. This ranking wasn't useful to her, but for ordinary students, it would be very helpful for future employment.

So Scarlett nodded, "Yes, do you want to team up with me?"

Teaming up should be quite a serious matter for students.

She was still wondering if she needed to indirectly indicate that she was a top student, but unexpectedly, Jude agreed almost without hesitation, "Okay."

"..."

Scarlett was stunned, and before she could say anything, she saw him slightly lower his head, dense eyelashes drooping, fingers tapping on his phone several times.

Then he looked up and said: "The money from earlier, I transferred it to you."

"..." Scarlett didn't look at her phone, her first reaction: "So fast?"

Wasn't he out of money?

Even if he borrowed from friends, it shouldn't be this fast, right?

However, upon hearing her words, Jude suddenly laughed.

Scarlett looked at him, and immediately stopped chewing the pearls, her heartbeat starting to go out of control.

Jude's eyes weren't pure black, with a bit of brown. When he smiled like this, the lighter eye color was very warm, and his lips from drinking seemed to have a layer of moisture, bright and enticing.

"Because I already had it." His fair and beautiful fingers rested on the cup edge, he looked lazy, and said with a slightly drawn-out tone: "Borrowing money earlier was just to add you on Facebook."

Scarlett was stunned.

She gulped down two pearls.