Xie Chen left the disappointed Luo Mingyu behind and continued upstairs.
It wasn't that he was coldhearted.
Mostly, he had seen too many students unsuited to intensive study suffer serious psychological damage under the crushing pressure.
This was especially common at a top university like Harvard, where elites from all over the world gathered.
Many arrived full of pride as the best in their fields, only to suddenly discover they were now at the bottom of the pile.
That enormous psychological gulf
was genuinely hard to overcome without considerable willpower.
Of course,
that sort of thing was unlikely to happen to Luo Mingyu.
After all, with his IQ, he was better suited to being lovesick...
The moment they stepped onto the third floor, a heavy smell of blood hit them.
The atmosphere was even more terrifying than downstairs. Luo Mingyu barely poked his head out before shrinking back.
He no longer had any desire to demand an explanation for the insult to his intelligence and turned to flee down the stairs.
The cameraman stopped him. "Where are you going?!"
"Deserters will be punished on the spot!"
Luo Mingyu was particularly sensitive to the word "deserter." His eyes widened at once. "Who's deserting?!"
"Desert? With his dad's temper, he'd kill him!" Li Sifan looked pale, but his mouth had no trouble keeping up. Bracing one hand against the wall, he jumped into the conversation.
Luo Mingyu turned and snorted. "You're not wrong. Anyway, I wouldn't dare run away. But I'm all about solidarity and friendship. Whatever the mission, I always keep my comrades tied to my side."
As he spoke, he suddenly darted over, hooked his arm around Li Sifan's, and dragged him upstairs without a word of explanation.
"Fuck, fuck! Slow down! What are you doing?!"
"If we're getting scared,