The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

Even so, no one would associate the actor Tang Shu with the Tang Shu named in the paper.

Simply because everyone assumed the two were worlds apart.

When the person in question returned to campus, the most common chatter they heard was their fellow students discussing that name.

"Tsk tsk, are there really that many people named Tang Shu in the world? What a coincidence with the names!"

"Yeah, what a coincidence!"

"Too bad, same name, different fate, that partner of Professor Yu is really something."

"Right, being able to discover the medicinal properties of Snow Soul Grass with Professor Yu must mean they've registered it with the Medical College, their future is certainly bright!"

"To be able to collaborate with Professor Yu on research, this Mr. Tang must be not young, how come we've never heard of him before?"

"Low profile, there are too many people working behind the scenes in obscurity, who can guarantee everyone will be remembered?"

"How about we ask Professor Yu if he would let us meet Mr. Tang?"

"Classmate, I just want to ask you, do you dare to ask?"

"Heh heh, don't have the guts..."

Tang Shu took a book out of his backpack and placed it on the desk, just as their class leader Zhao Haixue walked over and deliberately paused in front of him.

"Tang Shu."

"Is there something you want, class leader?"

"Oh sorry, the Tang Shu I was referring to is the one who's been working with Professor Yu on Snow Soul Grass and has achieved great results, Mr. Tang. As for you... pfft, an eighteenth-tier little star, hoping to ride on their coattails?"

Since the mid-term exams, when Tang Shu climbed to the top of the grade ranking, Zhao Haixue had finally quieted down for a while.

But now...

Hearing this, Tang Shu twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but silently curse in his heart.

"Riding on coattails is something you'd have to consider carefully in terms of your chances of success, given your grades, isn't it?"

Those words hit Zhao Haixue right where it hurt.

She had been so sure Tang Shu would do poorly on his exams, but his sudden success had unexpectedly forced her to stifle her frustration until now.

Now that he brought it up, it was like reminding her of a painful truth: she wasn't as good as Tang Shu.

Basically, with my grades, I can ride on coattails, but what about you?

Zhao Haixue's originally haughty expression suddenly froze, and she gave Tang Shu a fierce glare, as if there was an unresolvable grudge between them.

"What are you smirking at? It was just one midterm exam. You are still far from Mr. Tang's level, don't think just because you share the same name, you're invincible."

Tang Shu felt his patience wearing thin, his hands itching with a faint desire to hit someone.

"It seems to me you're the one who thinks you're invincible, class leader. Also, I believe we're not close, so unless it's about class matters, please keep your comments to yourself."

His implication was clear: if it's not important, don't bother me with it.

"Pfft—"

"Hahahaha—"

When the two beauties of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department gathered, it always drew a lot of attention, and many classmates were listening in on their conversation from the moment they started speaking.

Tang Shu's words were unapologetically direct, but the class leader was the one who provoked first, indeed giving the impression she was asking for it.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back anymore.

"Class leader, is there something from the counselor that needs to be shared? You can't always talk with just Tang Shu, we're all here too!"

"Yeah, yeah, if there's a class meeting or something, just notify us in the group chat!"

"You can't play favorites!"