Chapter 1
After getting roasted by my advisor at our group meeting, I sent my online boyfriend a photo of my legs.
【Show it to your master right now!】
I looked up.
My usually cold and aloof sharp-tongued advisor suddenly had his Adam's apple bobbing, his ears flushed red.
Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone screen.
There was the message I had just sent.
Ah!!!
I was instantly dumbfounded.
But my hand had already initiated a video call with him...
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The buzzing of Ethan Ford's phone vibrating was particularly jarring in the oppressively tense atmosphere of the group meeting.
I never would have dreamed in my wildest imagination.
That my cold-blooded, ruthless advisor was the online boyfriend who would cry while calling me master!
Ethan Ford's fingertip moved toward his phone screen.
My heart leapt into my throat.
Was he about to answer the video call?
Yes, answer it!
Hurry up and answer!
Ten minutes ago, he had just publicly berated me, calling my fifth-draft thesis a pile of garbage.
Once he realizes I'm his master, he definitely won't hold up my thesis anymore!
Oh heavens! How exciting!
Brother, I finally have hope of graduating!
I immediately sat up straight and proper.
The next moment.
The video call was rejected.
185 Dumb Rich Guy With Abs (the nickname I'd given him) sent messages in quick succession:
【Baby, I'm in a group meeting right now, it's not convenient to show you.】
【I'll contact you later, okay~】
【Transfer $52,000】
【Puppy loves you·jpg】
I paused.
The smile hadn't even left my face yet.
When my advisor Ethan Ford's stern reprimand suddenly rang in my ears.
"Vincent Scott! What are you grinning about?"
I jumped in fright.
Hastily looked up.
Right into Ethan Ford's cold, sharp gaze.
Ethan Ford seemed furious to the extreme, staring at me without giving me any face:
"During your undergraduate years, you neither participated in any major research projects nor had any relevant academic background. I didn't even want to recruit you into the group back then. It was your academic counselor who strongly recommended you to me, saying you were a promising candidate worth cultivating."
"And the result?"
"Your experiments are a complete mess, your thesis writing is utter nonsense, you don't say a word during group meetings, and now you dare to play with your phone!"
"Do you even want to graduate?"
This is bad, this is bad.
I think I've really messed up big time.
My heart trembled with fear.
The other students were also too scared to breathe, but they all unanimously looked at me.
Their gazes were sympathetic, confused, relieved it wasn't them getting chewed out...
Since childhood, I'd excelled academically, making it all the way through university graduation on a steady diet of teacher praise and classmate admiration.
But after starting graduate school, from my proposal defense to my thesis, I'd lost count of how many times Ethan Ford had berated me.
My face burned with embarrassment.
Hot tears welled up in my eyes.
But Ethan Ford is so gentle with me online.
He even acts coquettish with me, saying things like "baby give me kisses" and "love master the most"...
I tried to explain to him.
But my voice shook like a sieve from grievance and nervousness.
"I was just... messaging my boyfriend. My boyfriend is actually..."
"Zero people present care, zero people want to know about your relationship drama!"
Ethan Ford coldly interrupted me:
"Next time you can't distinguish time and place like this, go apply for a new advisor. I won't supervise you anymore."
Ethan Ford wasn't just the youngest master's degree advisor at the school—his father was also the CEO of a publicly listed company and even had shares in the university.
If he refused to supervise me, the other advisors would be afraid of offending him and definitely wouldn't take me on either.
Then I'd be completely finished.
My blood ran cold.
After a long while, I stiffly squeezed eight words from my throat.
"Understood. It won't happen again."
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