When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 204: Is He a Good Person?

Regarding the finalization of the last two core members, the mentor group suggested prioritizing male students who are proficient in using various front-end CSS and JS frameworks.

Jiang Xubai frowned immediately upon hearing this, "What do you mean, we’re not allowed to write in native code? If we just use ready-made templates, what will we learn?"

For novices like them who had just started and were at an intermediate level, bypassing the fundamental principles and directly copying frameworks is more harmful than beneficial.

This is a school, not one of those software outsourcing companies outside; I can’t understand what the graduate school is thinking.

The third-year seniors didn’t mind at all; they were going to work in the IT industry after graduating next year anyway. Project work is about quick battles and fast decisions, time is money, and using ready-made frameworks is efficient and convenient, so why not?

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Shuyao hardly said a word. She felt the same complex emotions as Jiang Xubai, holding high expectations but ending up with a reality far from what she imagined.

After the discussion, the meeting room fell silent.

Jiang Xubai turned his gaze to the person sitting motionless at the front, "Boss, why don’t you lead the two seniors? For us in front-end, it’s not very meaningful."

Since the establishment of the base, Pei Yan has been mainly responsible for the backend construction, and he has been systematically checking and optimizing the front-end code every night.

Yes, every day.

This is what Jiang Xubai admires most about him.

There are some people who are not only excellent themselves but are also willing to tirelessly lead those around them to improve.

During the last furniture website project, from eight to ten at night for two whole months, was the time when Jiang Xubai learned the most.

Pei Yan was precise in his code encapsulation and reuse, and sometimes Jiang Xubai even felt that his ideas were more flexible and penetrating than Old Man Jiang’s.

Jiang Xubai had been exposed to programming since high school and believed he had a solid foundation starting earlier than most, but upon encountering a certain expert, he realized his horizons were still too narrow.

The debate, which lasted nearly an hour, saw several seniors wanting to go, but in the end, no decision could be made.

In the blink of an eye, it was already six in the evening, and Boss Pei swung his arm, "Let’s eat first."

After saying that, he got up and walked out of the meeting room.

When Jiang Shuyao returned to her seat, she saw Jiang Xubai calling Pei Yan outside to talk; she wanted to wait for him to have dinner together, so out of boredom, she laid her head on the desk and played with her phone for a while.

The end-of-term exams were only two weeks away.

She wasn’t worried about the programming course, but as for the ideological and moral education, could he manage without attending a single class?

The final grade is a combination of the end-term exam score and attendance points, and there was no doubt that his attendance points were zero, meaning he needed to score above eighty on the final exam just to have a chance of passing the overall score.

It sounds easy, but Jiang Shuyao wasn’t sure if that guy would be willing to spend time memorizing the entire thick book on ideological and moral education.

For dinner, the two went to the cafeteria.

Pei Yan ate fast, swallowing big spoonfuls of dumplings without appearing to chew much.

"Don’t eat too quickly; it’s not good for your stomach," she chided, frowning at him as she watched him drink his soup, feeling a bit desolate.

What had caused Young Master Pei to become like this? He used to be a leisurely gentleman; none of his current efficiency was present then.

The girl’s thoughts were evident on her face.

Pei Yan put down his cutlery, leaned back in his chair, and reached for her bag.

"What are you looking for?"

"Paper."

Jiang Shuyao silently pulled out a piece from her pocket and handed it to him.

He raised an eyebrow, "Used?"

The girl nodded significantly, "Yeah, do you dare to use it?"

Ha.

Pei Yan laughed softly and wiped his mouth with the napkin.

"Direct contact is okay, so why worry about indirect?"

The atmosphere was harmonious.

She ate her dumplings as he watched with relish.

Jiang Shuyao felt this was the kind of couple’s life that suited a university campus best. Busy with work at the base was fulfilling, but it wasn’t suitable for romance.

Leaving the cafeteria, the sky had turned dark.

The two of them strolled slowly along the artificial lake, not in a hurry to return to the base.

Pei Yan lit a cigarette, falling two steps behind as he took a phone call.

His tone during the conversation was nothing like the usual indifference, so polite and respectful it hardly seemed like Boss Pei.

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but glance sideways, intensely curious about the identity of the person on the other end.

Could it be one of the Pei Family elders?

After all, even Uncle Pei wouldn’t receive such treatment, let alone an outsider.

The call lasted exactly five minutes, not a second more or less, and Jiang Shuyao watched almost timing the moment he turned off his phone.

The girl’s sparkling eyes looked particularly beautiful in the night.

Pei Yan patted her head with a chuckle, "What’s up, do you think I look even more handsome the more you look?"

"..."

The moonlight cast a pale halo on his stern profile, and when the corners of his eyes lifted slightly, he looked especially charming.

Jiang Shuyao dryly averted her gaze, muttering, "You were quite handsome before you said that."

Hearing this, the person in question laughed even more proudly.

The princess could be quite amusing sometimes, especially when he guessed her thoughts but she pretended to be calm and refused to admit it; watching her made him want to pull her tightly into his arms and thoroughly "rua".

His overly direct gaze made her feel uneasy late at night.

What was this guy up to?

She quickened her pace and moved forward, trying to avoid his gaze.

Pei Yan caught her hands and pulled her back to him.

He steadied her by the shoulders and asked seriously, "Princess, do you think I’m a good person?"

Jiang Shuyao was a bit out of sync.

Pausing for two seconds, she asked blankly, "Do you want to be a good person?"

The two of them looked at each other silently, in an inexplicably intense gaze.

Below her thick eyelashes, her eyes were so clear they could see through all his subtle expressions.

Wanting to be a good person.

Pei Yan looked away indifferently; he did not want to be.

The conversation about being a good person ultimately didn’t continue. As they approached the base, Jiang Shuyao suddenly remembered the phone call and asked curiously who it was.

"It was my brother."

Her hand paused mid-action as she opened the door, looking at him suspiciously.

Pei Yan’s hand covered the back of hers, pushing the door open together, and he entered with a low, lazy voice: "Cousin, my uncle’s son."

It indeed surprised her.

She had contemplated countless identities, but never thought that the person would be a peer of Pei Yan.

Who exactly could be so imposing as to keep this wild horse next to her so subdued?

Catching onto her thoughts, Pei Yan smiled with interest: "When you enter the Pei Family’s door in the future, you’ll have the chance to meet him. Why think so much about it now?"

She: "..."

What sins had she committed in her past life to end up dealing with such a thing.

Was he tapping into her brain?

Entering the Pei Family’s door.

Had she agreed to it?

An egotistical and conceited guy.

Jiang Shuyao hmphed twice, shaking off his hand and moved to her seat to grab a cup for water.

The atmosphere at the evening meeting wasn’t good.

Neither Jiang Shuyao nor Jiang Xubai attended, but through the glass door, one could clearly feel an oppressive silence within.