Jing Ye treated me as a substitute for his unrequited love, yet I confessed my feelings to him. He thought I was researching AI for him. When I nearly died from overwork while working on the project, he and his unrequited love laughed at me, calling me a love-struck fool. Later, I won numerous science awards. While kissing a handsome AI, Jing Ye pulled me away, furious: "Didn't you like me?" I smiled and pointed to the wall full of national-level certificates: "Fool, how important do you think you are?" From beginning to end, Jing Ye was merely a tool for my further research.
