A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

drop--

Megan pressed the button on the coffee machine, and a rich, mellow aroma instantly filled the air.

Drizzling.

The dark brown liquid poured into the paper cup produced a soothing white noise.

When it comes to choosing men, Meghan is definitely an outlier.

Others like muscular hunks and Wall Street elites.

But she has a particular fondness for this kind of high-IQ "dumb goose".

For example, the hair of a male math major is so messy it looks like a bird's nest.

For example, the computer science department's crazy group of lunatics, who stayed up all night writing code, had a mental breakdown and comically threw their USB drives into their coffee cups, mistaking them for sugar cubes.

For example, their seemingly outdated plaid shirts paired with windbreakers are considered a religious code of fashion within their high-IQ circle.

An average girl might scoff at this.

But all of this appeared to Megan as if a level 10 beauty filter had been added, radiating an irresistible, ascetic charm.

So what does MIT mean to her?

This is simply heaven!

It is a large-scale protected area for rare and endangered wild nerds!

You can openly and legitimately see all the world's top and most eccentric geniuses in this store, and you still get paid at the end of the month?

For Megan, this wasn't a job; it was a gift from heaven.

"Megan, two lattes! Hurry up!" A colleague behind the bar, frantically busy, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Received! Coming right away!"

Megan quickly switched back to combat mode, her hands moving like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin between the syrup bottle and the milk frother.

Even when she was incredibly busy, her meticulously made-up face always maintained that impeccable professional smile.

My eyes quickly scanned the long order slip.

She picked up a marker and, with fluid grace, wrote each guest's unique name on each paper cup.

Mark, John, David...

However, it is precisely in these ordinary names that are repeatedly written dozens or hundreds of times every day that we find solace.

There is only one name.

For her, it holds an absolutely irreplaceable and special significance!

[Suhao]

Regardless of wind or rain, even if it's hailing outside.

This customer, like a divine being, would always open the shop at the same time every day without fail, like a finely wound-up pocket watch, and order the same dish that never changed.

Good morning. I'd like a mixed bagel and a spiced latte with extra ice, please.

coming!

Megan's heart skipped a beat.

She immediately pretended to be sorting through the receipts, but out of the corner of her eye, her gaze was like a radar, fixed on the black-haired boy in front of the bar.

She sighed inwardly, wondering when the child had grown so tall.

When he first enrolled in school, he was just an adorable boy next door whose cheeks you couldn't help but want to pinch.

Before I knew it, he had grown quite tall.

That's different from the rugged, muscular strength of white people in Europe and America.

Every time Megan saw him, she secretly applauded his elegant and reserved demeanor.

He never wore those heavy jackets; he always wore a neat shirt.

Although his shoulders still retained a hint of youthful thinness, his back was always ramrod straight.

As he stood quietly in the morning light, holding two heavy mathematics books, he...

The chaotic background around them seemed to be blurred instantly.

He was like a handsome young man who had been projected from the novel illustrations into three-dimensional space by some kind of interdimensional force.

"Alright! Just a moment, the bagels will be ready soon!"

It's no exaggeration to say that Su Hao was Megan's super source of mental support in her daily, exhausting life.

For the sake of that ethereal essence, she practically poured her soul into baking this bagel every day.

She pretended to hand over a tissue, taking the opportunity to examine it closely again.

perfect.

He was still in perfect condition today!

Su Hao casually raised his hand, occasionally brushing aside the stray hairs on his forehead that slightly obscured his vision.

A smooth, full forehead flashed by.

Her soft, black hair shimmered with a faint golden light as the morning sunlight refracted through the glass.

The visual composition of all of this looks exceptionally pleasing to the eye today; it's so beautiful that you could easily screenshot it and use it as a screensaver!

Her slender figure, far exceeding the average for Asian women her age, is perfectly proportioned with well-defined arms and legs, like a golden ratio.

And that skin was so fair it was almost translucent in the sunlight!

When he speaks gently, his clear, black eyes, like a spring of water, always look at you with utmost focus.

hiss.

Megan felt like she was melting.

That kind of fragile feeling, perfectly positioned between the transition from a naive young man to a mature male god, carrying a sense of wanting to destroy yet also wanting to protect.

In addition, there was that naive, bookish air that hadn't completely faded from being immersed in advanced mathematics for many years.

This unique blend of qualities is simply a deadly weapon.

He always teased Megan until she was overjoyed, to the point that she would even lose her rhythm of breathing.

Every time Su Hao takes the coffee and gives her that incredibly charming, slightly shy smile, she looks at him with a captivating smile.

Megan even had a bizarre hallucination.

Even if the wicked capitalist boss suddenly declares bankruptcy and stops paying wages today, as long as Su Hao smiles at her like that just once more, she can mercifully forgive the whole world!

Of course, all the employees in the coffee shop, including Mei herself, knew the truth.

This "male god" looks like he stepped out of a mural.

These are absolutely clouds in the high sky that can only be admired from afar and not touched.

Just when the pink filter was turned up to its maximum.

"Hi, Megan, beautiful. I'd like the same bagel as him, plus a double espresso."

A voice suddenly broke in.

Megan's smile froze instantly.

The girlish heart that was just floating on clouds was instantly smashed to pieces as if hit by a brick!

She was absolutely fed up!

Lately, Su Hao has been constantly accompanied by an annoying "green bottle fly".

This person is completely unlike those simple-minded nerds in academia.

穿着打扮不仅时髦得出奇，嘴角还一天到晚挂着一抹看着就欠揍的油滑笑容。

Theodore leaned back on the bar, looking incredibly dashing, and waved to her with a very seductive air.

Megan used all her self-control to barely suppress the urge to throw the scalding coffee in his face.

She forced a stiff smile, a professional one that looked worse than crying.

Theodore was clearly oblivious to the murderous aura; he turned his head and looked at Su Hao as if nothing was wrong.

"Don't try to take it from me, I'm paying for breakfast today."

He patted his chest and said in a loud voice:

"Thanks to you! I slept like a log last night! You even saved me a lot of money on hotel accommodations."

Clang!

Megan, who was about to make espresso, suddenly slammed the metal latte art cup in her hand into the sink!

last night?

Sleeping soundly?

Saved on hotel costs?!

These nuclear-level terms exploded with a deafening roar!

Megan's gossip radar instantly sounded the highest alarm, and all sorts of outrageous and inappropriate speculations ran rampant through her mind like wild dogs!

damn it!!

What the hell is going on between these two?!