Whenever Ji Jue had free time, he would sit across from Ye Chun, sighing dramatically. He lamented how difficult it was to perform good deeds and how exhausting it was to work for the welfare of Cliff City’s impoverished citizens, but then, the moment he thought about the smiles on everyone’s faces, he felt it had all been worth it. Then, he’d say smugly, “Heh heh heh, don’t you agree, Ye Chun?”

By now, Ye Chun’s nightmares were full of a smug workaholic bragging endlessly about his badge with nonstop laughter. This was outright psychological pollution!

Ji Jue beamed with excitement. “Ah, it’s already been ten whole minutes since I last told the story of the great philanthropist Ji Jue. Do you know why the great historical figure Ji Jue never hid the shameful fact that he was once forced by his senior into being a second author on a low-quality paper?”

Before Ye Chun could answer, he slapped his knee and declared solemnly, “Because… he’s too kind!”

Kind my ass! Ji Jue, you overachieving workaholic. You even worked on your thesis in secret during vacation just to outperform me! If you had even the tiniest shred of conscience left, you couldn’t possibly do something this offensively inhumane!

The corner of Ye Chun’s eye twitched as she raised her hands in surrender. “Enough, enough, that’s enough already. Even big shots can’t compare to you, Ji Jue. Please stop flexing.”

Ji Jue’s expression immediately turned mournful. He sighed as if deeply wounded. “Ah, I was only trying to share my joy. Why must you be so cold-hearted?!”

Before he finished speaking, his expression flipped back...