The Tipsy Star：Adorable Beyond Measure

Ji Chuxing stayed silent, her expression unreadable.

Xie Yiming stared at her, wondering if she was put off by the fact that their research institute was mostly filled with older men. Though, to be fair, there were a few younger researchers in their thirties. He knew that younger people cared about appearances, but if they could look past the bald heads, the researchers weren't that bad.

He frowned and muttered a string of foreign words that most people in the room couldn't understand. Ji Chuxing didn't react much, though her brow twitched slightly.

Xie Yiming tried again, and this time, Ji Chuxing's frown deepened. After another attempt, Ji Chuxing finally snapped and fired back with a rapid string of foreign words.

Everyone around them, except for a few judges, looked completely lost, their faces blank as if they were listening to gibberish. But Xie Yiming's eyes lit up.

He clapped his hands together and gave Ji Chuxing a sly smile. "Little student, I knew you understood. You even corrected my pronunciation."

Hmph, he was sure that if this student had any knowledge of Germanic languages, she wouldn't be able to resist correcting him when he deliberately made mistakes. If she corrected him, she'd be exposed!

Ji Chuxing, with a straight face, denied it. "I don't know it. I just repeated what you said."

As long as she didn't admit it, she wouldn't be caught.

Xie Yiming: "…"

He had never met someone so stubborn, shameless, and in denial!

Meanwhile, the two of them continued their conversation as if no one else was in the room, leaving the onlookers utterly stunned.

The students from the Qi Hang class, in particular, were in shock. They had heard everything Xie Yiming and Ji Chuxing said. Wen Xinyue and Tang Chuxin looked completely baffled.

Wen Xinyue, especially, was wide-eyed, forgetting all about maintaining her ladylike demeanor. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Not only had Ji Chuxing earned Xie Yiming's recognition and an invitation, but she also spoke some ancient language. Even though Wen Xinyue couldn't understand a word, no one would dare question Xie Yiming's judgment.

How was this possible?

Zhou Ru, sitting next to Wen Xinyue, was equally disbelieving. This… was this really Ji Chuxing? Her supposedly uneducated daughter—how could she have become like this?

Zhou Ru's worldview seemed to shatter.

Regardless of whether they believed it or not, the facts were clear. Not just Xie Yiming, but all the judges had gathered around, confirming that Ji Chuxing was indeed a prodigy when it came to Germanic languages.

In fact, the study of Germanic languages was extremely important, not just in China but also in Europe and America. Like the Sino-Tibetan languages, Germanic languages had a long history, tracing back to ancient times.

Even highly experienced language experts might struggle to understand ancient Germanic languages, let alone the extinct Eastern Germanic languages. It was similar to Chinese; not every expert in Chinese characters could read oracle bone script or even older ancient scripts.

Countries around the world were digging into the history of their mother tongues, seeking more historical data. Yet, the number of experts in this field was very limited.

An enthusiastic expert from the organizing committee invited Ji Chuxing, "You must come to St. John's University in Europe. Mr. Isaac will be thrilled to meet you; he's the most authoritative expert in Germanic languages in Europe!"

"No, Ji, stay in China. We'll conduct our research to the highest level here, and they'll come begging us for the results!"

"Xie, that's not very friendly. Academia knows no borders!"

Xie Yiming snorted, "Academia may know no borders, but academic researchers do. Ji is Chinese!"

The argument between the two sides went on without resolution. Ji Chuxing, feeling a headache from the noise, slumped in her chair, looking utterly defeated.

Zhou Sixue, realizing something belatedly, asked, "Ji, are you saying we should keep a low profile?"

Ji Chuxing gave her a deadpan look, "I told you to be high-profile, for yourself, not me."

Zhou Sixue, still confused, said, "If I'm high-profile, doesn't that mean you are too?"

Ji Chuxing: "…"

Fine then.

Class 16 was excited because Zhou Sixue had made it to the finals, and they decided to go out for a good meal. However, the Qi Hang class wasn't so happy. They couldn't understand how things had turned out this way. Not only had Zhou Sixue qualified for the national competition, but Ji Chuxing, who hadn't even participated, was getting more attention than the top-ranked contestant.

Zhou Ru, with a complicated expression, asked Wen Xinyue, "Xinyue, when did your sister become so impressive at school?"

Wen Xinyue's heart sank. Zhou Ru had always referred to Ji Chuxing by name, never calling her "your sister."

"I… I don't know either," Wen Xinyue said, her face pale.

Losing the competition and losing in front of Ji Chuxing, and now, a non-participating Ji Chuxing was getting more attention than the top-ranked contestant in Nan City. Wen Xinyue's mind was a mess.

She had already lost her mother; she couldn't lose Zhou Ru too. Remembering something, Wen Xinyue said, "Yesterday, the school forum was spreading that my sister fell asleep during the city-wide exams, sleeping through each test after less than half an hour, and just guessing the answers."

Sure enough, Zhou Ru became even more dismissive. This was typical of Ji Chuxing. She thought she had changed, but she was still the same.

"I really don't know what she's thinking. Don't follow her example. Anyway, I'm too busy to bother with her. Let her fend for herself."

She had been busy, reminding the elderly woman to come to Xihua Hall for treatment on Monday, but a whole day had passed without a call. When she called Songlin Villa at noon, the butler said the elderly woman was out playing mahjong, not even asking about the young doctor at Xihua Hall.

She couldn't understand it at all.

Wen Xinyue, hearing this, felt a bit relieved. "Mom, what about Grandma's medical appointment?"

"Don't worry about it. Focus on your studies. Your grandmother will contact me later."

Wen Xinyue nodded, not asking further. But Zhou Ru didn't receive a call from Songlin Villa all day.

Meanwhile, Second Master Bo was waiting for his little drunkard.

Here's why.

Since Zhou Sixue had made it to the national finals of the International English Competition, under Old Huang's permission and guidance, a group of seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds went to a nearby hot pot restaurant to celebrate. Ji Chuxing, of course, joined them.

She was originally drinking milk tea, but someone ordered alcohol. Ji Chuxing swore she only took a curious sip, and then—thump—she collapsed on the table, not even able to eat a bite of hot pot.

Lu Xing, Zhao Feifei, and Wu Hao were stunned. Ji, so powerful, was knocked out by a single sip?

With no other choice, Old Huang called her parents and apologetically sent Ji Chuxing off in Bo Yanchen's car.

Bo Yanchen was both amused and exasperated. The little girl's cheeks were flushed, and she lay drunkenly on the seat.