After speaking, Chen Cheng asked Jiang Nansun, who already had her eyes widened, "Oh, right, you're out so late..."

As he spoke, his tone became somewhat ambiguous, "Are you going to see your boyfriend?"

"That's not it at all," Jiang Nansun immediately denied, "I was originally planning to go to school to ask a senior student a question."

Chen Cheng now understood what she was planning to do; he raised his hand to check his watch and looked at her with a smile, "Looking for a senior student at ten at night?"

"To ask a question?"

A blush immediately rushed to Jiang Nansun's face, and she hurriedly explained, "It's not like that. I just don't like the look of him and wanted to mess with him."

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched. If she didn't care about him, who would go to mess with someone they didn't like in the middle of the night?

Damn, the romance plotline is arriving early.

Pity, they ran into me.

Before Chen Cheng could speak, Jiang Nansun spoke first, "I don't need to go now..."

She looked at Chen Cheng with hope, "Can I have an in-depth conversation with you about Kahn's work?"

Hm?

Chen Cheng's eyes widened. What a stroke of luck.

He suppressed a smile, fearing he might laugh out loud.

He nodded, "Fine, then come in with me."

Jiang Nansun nodded obediently and followed Chen Cheng's pace.

"What would you like to drink?" After entering the room, Chen Cheng asked Jiang Nansun, who was looking around.

"Water, water is fine, thank you."

Chen Cheng went to the bar, grabbed a glass, and poured her a glass of water.

"Aren't you graduating soon? Working so hard, looking to pursue a PhD?" Chen Cheng asked, knowing the answer.

It was awkward, so he had to find something to talk about.

"Thank you," Jiang Nansun took the glass and nodded, "Yes, I'm planning to pursue a PhD."

"I've been in contact with Professor Dong from our department."

Jiang Nansun smiled sheepishly, "Then, Professor Dong dismissed me to that senior student, telling me to ask him if I had any questions."

"So you went to ask him questions in the middle of the night?" Chen Cheng laughed, annoyed, "Aren't you afraid he might have ulterior motives toward you?"

Jiang Nansun was stunned; she had only been thinking about messing with Wang Yongzheng.

She completely forgot whether Wang Yongzheng might let his animal instincts run wild.

Princess Jiang proudly lifted her head and stubbornly said, "In the doctoral student apartments, he wouldn't dare."

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched, and he sat on the single sofa diagonally opposite her.

He thought for a moment and said, "In my personal opinion, architecture is a discipline where practice leads to true knowledge."

"Are you pursuing a PhD because you want to stay at the university?"

Jiang Nansun shook her head, "No, I just don't want to work yet, hehe~"

Looking at Jiang Nansun, who had a silly smile on her face, Chen Cheng wore a speechless smile.

No wonder in the original series, she was almost done with graduate school and only remembered to approach the professor when it was crunch time.

This is purely a "play through life" mentality.

Moreover, most master's supervisors in schools are also PhD supervisors.

Jiang Nansun is applying for a PhD at the same school while trying to change supervisors.

It's almost equivalent to betraying one's master.

Would Jiang Nansun not understand this?

Even if Jiang Nansun didn't understand, wouldn't Zhang Anren, that slick guy who knows how to manipulate social connections, understand?

Either her ability isn't up to par, and her supervisor knows it, so there are no spots for her.

Or her master's supervisor's ability is truly lacking.

Betraying the master to join Professor Dong's tutelage is more cost-effective.

Regarding her life choices, Chen Cheng wasn't her husband yet, so it wasn't his place to say anything.

Once the Jiang Family goes bankrupt, she will naturally wake up from her dream of playing through life.

Chen Cheng smiled, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Ahem~" Jiang Nansun cleared her throat, "Louis Kahn's architectural theory."

Chen Cheng was actually struggling to keep a straight face; it was obvious that during her master's studies, Jiang Nansun rarely worked on projects other than her assignments.

This kind of topic is pointless and has no meaning to answer.

These kinds of fake, grand, and empty questions cannot be explained with words or writing.

Only through on-site observation, thinking, and then practice—constant architectural practice.

When it's time to understand, you will naturally understand.

Design is like this; if you've never seen it, how can you do good design just by relying on imagination?

Of course, when you reach enlightenment, even your imagination makes you a master.

Once you control the discourse, even garbage is considered fragrant.

Once you enter the pass, there will naturally be great scholars to debate the scriptures for me.

Chen Cheng thought about it; with his knowledge base and his architectural practice from his previous life, fooling a theorist like Jiang Nansun wasn't a problem.

Chen Cheng cleared his throat and began his "fooling": "To talk about Kahn's architectural theory or design philosophy, one must start with Kahn's family and educational background."

"..."

"My view is—do not develop an excessive, stagnant worship of Kahn's 'order,' but rather, one needs to use it to grasp a certain power that controls architectural generation."

"Just like Kahn's minimalist description of order: 'Order is,' this incomplete statement implies that order, as an inherent principle of architecture, has generative power and is not a fixed pattern."

Jiang Nansun looked at Chen Cheng, who was speaking eloquently, with a glimmer of brilliance on her face.

She was very amazed that an economics lecturer and finance professional had such unique insights into architectural design.

At this moment, the way Jiang Nansun looked at Chen Cheng was filled with admiration.

It was as if the person in front of her was bathed in holy light.

[Ding! Jiang Nansun's affection +8]

Chen Cheng was stunned looking at the notification panel in his mind.

When they last met, it was only 64; chatting about Louis Kahn directly got Jiang Nansun so excited?

Affection was pulled directly to 72.

Chen Cheng curled his lips slightly, looked at Jiang Nansun, who was staring at him in a daze, and waved his hand in front of her, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Jiang Nansun was pulled back to reality, instantly blushed, and hurriedly waved her hands, "Nothing. Just... um, thinking about what you said."

Jiang Nansun smiled and asked, "How come you know so much about architecture too? Aren't you a student of economics?"

Chen Cheng shrugged, "I have a good memory, so my reading efficiency is high, and I've dabbled in various fields."

In reality, it was because when Chen Cheng was working on the art museum for Anna, he had crammed art and design history.

With his Mythical creature known for attracting wealth nature, even if it was for picking up girls, he couldn't possibly make a losing deal.

Although reading art history couldn't completely help him distinguish the authenticity of artworks, it was hard to fool him with some low-quality, fabricated creations.

As he spoke, he smiled, "I've also been researching Artificial Intelligence lately."

At this moment, Chen Cheng was like a peacock spreading its tail, trying every way to display his charm.

If it were Zhu Suosuo, showing off wealth would be enough.

Jiang Nansun is different; she was born into wealth, lived in luxury since childhood, and has seen a lot of the world.

With an idle father at home who is squandering the family fortune, she absolutely hates gamblers.

And the profession Chen Cheng is engaged in happens to be the line of work she despises; Scum Cheng is very targeted in diffusing the professional and character labels on himself.

When a person absolutely hates a certain type of person, and you happen to want to conquer her, adding new labels to yourself and causing a distraction is the best strategy.

Many Yan Zus in the comments are evaluating "simps."

Don't talk to me about being a simp or not.

If radiating personal charm is called "simping," then I'm sorry, friend, the world itself is full of simps.

In reality, when you only "simp" for one person, you are her dog;

But when you "simp" for ten or twenty people at the same time, you are a wolf.

A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit.

Even with a one-in-ten success rate, at least one will "simp" back for you.