Ever since Britain's Youth Computer Competition began, Luo Ye and Su Baizhou had been living a life of constant travel.
There were two competitions in total: the youth competition taking place during this period, and the national university competition near the end of the semester.
After the training period ended, the two traveled to each competition venue, just like they had back home.
Luo Ye still served as Su Baizhou's capable domestic aide, helping her tremendously.
And these London university students were becoming more and more obedient to Luo Ye.
Even if Luo Ye told them to defect to China, it felt like they would obediently do so without hesitation.
Professor Amy had gone from fury at the beginning, to helpless resignation later on, and now she simply went with the flow.
As the team leader, she had no say at all. Under Luo Ye's brainwashing, everyone had become his most loyal followers, completely ignoring her, their leader.
But seeing the team's results improve more and more, she no longer had any objections.
At that moment, in the contestants' lounge, Luo Ye sat on the sofa with a fruit platter in front of him.
"Your Majesty, I scratched the apple."
Looking at the apple before him, Luo Ye nodded, then corrected him. "Wrong word. It's peeling an apple."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The moment he finished speaking, the blond, blue-eyed boy looked up and discovered that Luo Ye had handed the apple he had just peeled to Su Baizhou.
"See? This is how Chinese people spoil their wives."
"But..."
That was the apple I peeled.
The humble university student had grievances he could not voice.
He was only one year younger than Luo Ye.
"If you win the next match, I'll teach you Chinese martial arts."
The contestants immediately seemed as