Chapter 85: Don't Analyze My Love Life with Such an Academic Air!

As Zhou Mei’s hand moved slowly, she double-clicked the mouse on the document. Once the file titled “Chen Luo’s High School Study Materials Catalog and Type Analysis” was opened, rows upon rows of letters and psychological analysis filled the screen.

Had Chen Luo been present, he would have cried out in shock.

What the hell! Zhou Mei, how do you know so much? Did you hack into my computer’s hard drive? No, please, don’t show anyone! I’ll die of embarrassment! Don’t open it! Don’t say anything! If you do, I’ll turn against you!

Unfortunately, Chen Luo wasn’t there and couldn't protest.

“Come on, let’s take a look at the evolution of our subject’s preferences.”

“Hmph! Who’d want to know such things!”

Despite her verbal reluctance, Elena’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, showing not the slightest intention of looking away.

Elena had met countless people; the young men vying for her attention in the capital could form an entire battalion. Yet, to study the developmental trajectory of a boy’s preferences up close like this, especially one as gentle as Chen Luo, was a novelty. Researching a rival man, dissecting him from flesh to soul—what a thrill!

The strong sense of taboo swept through Elena’s heart, making her forget her earlier purpose entirely.

“Here we go. In 2010, when our subject had just started high school, he encountered a website for study materials for the first time.”

“Among the myriad options, he gravitated toward materials in the ‘dominant woman’ category. Hmm, same as my idiot brother.”

(Zhou Zheng: What the hell! When did you find out? Damn brat! Stop hacking into my computer! You have no idea how important this privacy is for a man! Even if I got hit by a car, I’d crawl up just to delete my hard drive and browser history! Damn it!)

Zhou Mei highlighted the catalog number with the mouse, her expression serious as she began her analysis.

“Six titles involve older-woman-younger-man romances, ten focus on black stockings, and one is rather heavy—but he didn’t linger on that, so his tastes were fairly mild at first.”

Elena nodded repeatedly at Zhou Mei’s analysis. So Chen Luo’s interest in gentle older women wasn’t just a passing fancy—it was already emerging in high school.

Black stockings? No wonder Wen Wan wore them today; she knew what would please him. Why are guys so obsessed with black stockings anyway?

“I can see your question. I’ve actually done research on the preference for black stockings.”

“No! I’m not curious!”

Zhou Mei saw right through Elena’s denial and launched into an explanation.

“Don’t explain! Explaining is just covering up. Can’t you be honest for once, you stubborn brat!”

A barrage of teasing left Elena feeling as if she were trapped in a pile of cotton, unable to muster any strength. How could this girl be so formidable, always outmaneuvering her?

Zhou Mei paid no heed to Elena’s wary look and continued, eloquent and unrestrained.

“Ordinary men under forty are mostly powerless against the allure of black stockings. According to my brother, the subtle temptation and the way they accentuate the shape of the legs are irresistible.”

(Zhou Zheng: No! Just focus on Chen Luo’s case—why do you keep exposing me? Please, stop dragging my name into this!)

“I see,” Elena realized, but seeing Zhou Mei’s triumphant face, she couldn’t help but retort, “But just one year’s data isn’t enough to draw conclusions, is it?”

“All right, let’s look at Chen Luo’s study habits in his second year of high school.”

“From sophomore to senior year, his preferences in study materials became highly concentrated on school and workplace scenarios, with the love interests alternating between seniors and mentors.”

“His ideal body type also shifted toward taller, fuller figures.”

“Clearly, his fantasies entered a new stage. Based on physiological hormones and psychological needs, it’s reasonable to infer he should have had a secret crush or even started dating at that time.”

Elena’s eyes sparkled at this conclusion.

Hey, could it be that Chen Luo dated someone before? Wen Wan isn’t his first love? Who could it be? Who dared to swoop in before Wen Wan—what a hero!

Hurry up! Tell me already! Elena, impatient, tried to feign indifference.

“I don’t care if Chen Luo had a first girlfriend—what’s that to me? If you won’t get to the point, I’m leaving!”

She made a show of leaving, but Zhou Mei, immersed in her analysis, had no intention of letting her go.

“The main topic is coming up, don’t go just yet.”

Zhou Mei grabbed Elena’s bathrobe tie, pulling her back, and moved the mouse to another file titled:

“Chen Luo’s Love History and Research Conclusions”

(If Chen Luo saw this file: Please, I beg you! Can you not analyze my love history in such a clinical way? I feel like a lab mouse being stripped bare for research!)

Seeing the file, Elena’s gossiping spirit blazed to life.

A few scattered female tourists in the hot spring glanced at them curiously. Two girls this pretty, coming to a hot spring but not bathing, instead staring at a laptop?

Are they normal? Or is there something really interesting on that computer?

Staring so intently—could it be that? Are young people so uninhibited nowadays, watching that kind of thing in public? So open?

A chill ran down the tourists’ backs, and they hurriedly left.

“Huh? Why did those people leave?” Zhou Mei looked up. The hot spring was now empty except for the two of them.

“Don’t change the subject. Open it up—I want to thoroughly critique Chen Luo, that scoundrel.”

In truth, she just wanted gossip about Chen Luo’s love life, fuel for teasing Wen Wan later.

Click, click!

The mouse opened the file. Elena’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from curiosity to astonishment.

“What’s this? An empty file? What does that mean?”

Zhou Mei nodded. “I had the same reaction earlier. Chen Luo’s love history before eighteen is completely blank!”

“Since childhood, aside from You Liuhua, not a single girl was especially close to him!”

“In high school, girls confessed to him, but he treated them as study partners. It’s hard to imagine how pure and clueless he was!”

Elena’s mind went blank for a moment. So Chen Luo’s first love was Wen Wan? No! This is so disappointing; I thought I’d finally get some gossip about Wen Wan.

“Hmph! Knew you wouldn’t have anything juicy. Go away—I want to soak in the hot spring now!”

But Zhou Mei held onto her bathrobe tie, refusing to let her leave, and quickly clicked the mouse, making a numerical model appear on the screen.

“Why are you so impatient? The main event is just starting!”

“We’ve got the basics of Chen Luo’s situation. Preparations are done—now for the real experiment!”

“I made this calculation model myself, with Chen Luo’s body data.”

“Come on, let’s take off our clothes and see whose measurements match Chen Luo’s preferences best.”

“Huh? Are you serious? Really undress?”

Zhou Mei pounced, straddling Elena, grabbing her bathrobe tie and collar.

“Stop talking and strip! I need your body measurements, fast!”