Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

At 2:30 p.m., Chu Zhuo received a message from his maternal grandfather saying that he was waiting for him at the school gate and had something to tell him.

Sheng Congye keenly sensed his predicament and, before Chu Zhuo could speak, asked, "What's wrong? Whose news is this?"

Chu Zhuo said succinctly, "My maternal grandfather is looking for me at the school gate, and I need to go there now."

"Don't worry, I'll get the books for you, I promise you won't miss a single one." Sheng Congye understood immediately.

Chu Zhu couldn't help but smile: "It's okay if there are fewer, we can just go get more. Thanks in advance, Brother Ye. I'll bring you some pomegranates when I come back later. Brother Ye, do you want the red-seeded or white-seeded ones?"

Sheng Congye didn't miss any opportunity to have further contact with Chu Zhuo: "I'll eat whatever you eat, so I can get used to your tastes in advance."

Chu Zhu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Are you sure Ye-ge has never been in a relationship? I think he's obviously very good at it."

"I really wanted to get promoted as soon as possible, it was purely instinctive." After Sheng Congye finished speaking, he saw that Chu Zhuo wasn't angry at all, and a smile appeared on his lips.

So, he seems to be considered qualified?

After resolving the issue of receiving the books, Chu Zhuo went to visit his maternal grandfather outside the school.

Who knew that instead of seeing Grandpa, they ran into Aunt Ji.

Ji Wanshu, dressed in a stylish and casual light gray suit, exuded a capable air: "Ji Chuzhuo, how long are you going to keep being so willful?"

Chu Zhuo glanced behind the woman, and Ji Wanshu said bluntly, "The person waiting for you is me, there's no one else."

"What do you want?" Chu Zhuo stood at a distance from her.

"I'm not interested in being stared at like a monkey on the street with you. We've made a reservation at the coffee shop, let's talk there." Ji Wanshu raised her chin, without even taking off her sunglasses.

The client did not insist on repairing the family relationship, but during the years he suffered from depression, he had a morbid longing that his mother would understand him... Obviously, he never got to.

The cafes near the school are mostly filled with students, typing away on their laptops.

Beijing University truly lives up to its reputation as China's top comprehensive "Double First-Class" university; even when the library is too crowded, students will study in coffee shops.

Ji Wanshu ordered two sugar-free desserts and got straight to the point: "Xiao Zhuo, with your current achievements, your talent in ballet is much greater than your mother's was back then. I don't want you to go down the wrong path."

Chu Zhuo didn't touch the small cake on the table. Upon hearing Ji Wanshu's purpose, he didn't delay: "If you've come to persuade me to switch back to ballet, this conversation is unnecessary. This isn't the wrong path."

In fact, the client was exceptionally good at classical dance, even more so than others, but Mrs. Ji only saw ballet.

The meeting ended unhappily.

*

A few days had passed since the last time he saw Ji's mother. It seemed that his grandfather had found out that Ji's mother had lied to him, and he sent a message asking Chu Zhuo to come to his house during the National Day holiday.

Grandpa said that Ji's mother gave him the reason that she wanted to repair the relationship between mother and son. Grandpa believed her and then made an appointment with his grandson in his own name.

Little did anyone know that she had no intention of repairing it; her only goal was still to have her child study ballet professionally.

My grandfather's words were filled with remorse.

Chu Zhuo sighed and made a phone call: "Grandpa, if my relationship with Mom can't be repaired in the end, it means our mother-son bond ends here. She is your daughter, and you should understand her personality... Don't feel burdened. Forcing two people with different values ​​to stay together will only make both of them unhappy."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, then the old man sighed deeply: "Alas, I was obsessed. Xiao Zhuo, do you have enough living expenses? Grandpa will transfer some more to you."

Chu Zhuo hurriedly said, "It's enough, no need to transfer. You transferred a lot before the start of the semester, it's enough for this semester."

After hanging up the call, Chu Zhuo turned around.

Tang Qiu handed him the book: "Ji Chuzhuo, have you decided what you're going to perform?"

Next year marks the 120th anniversary of Teito University. Freshmen in the Dance Department have two performance slots, one of which is specifically designated for Dance Performance majors. The final selection will be made internally by the department.

Rehearsals were held a week after the National Day holiday.

"I have some ideas. I'll go back to my dorm and work them out. They should be almost done." Chu Zhuo took the book, and the two went downstairs together.

Tang Qiu: "From what you're saying, you want to choreograph your own dance?"

The protagonist of this small world is a good person who is easy to get along with in class. Chu Zhuo doesn't hide his ambition and thoughts: "Yes, I need a big stage. If it's placed in front of me, I will fight for it."

Tang Qiu spoke frankly: "You're so brave, Ji Chuzhuo. I'm a little unsure of myself."

"Tang Qiu, there are no truly mediocre people who can get into the Dance Department of the Imperial University. This is just one of the opportunities." Chu Zhuo winked at him, her tone mischievous. "Even if you're modest, I won't go easy on you, Tang Qiu. You're my formidable rival. Don't try to disturb my Dao heart in this way."

Tang Qiu chuckled and said enviously, "Chu Zhuo, you have such a good attitude."

Chu Zhuo took out a mint from his pocket, gave one to Tang Qiu, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth: "A person has to have a goal in life. My pursuit in this life is dancing."

After leaving the teaching building, the two went in different directions. Tang Qiu called out to him, "If there's anything I don't understand, can I ask you on WeChat?"

"Of course, we're friends." Chu Zhu smiled at him, her eyes filled with dappled sunlight.

Tang Qiu's lips curled slightly: "Okay, I'll remember you as a friend."

"Feel free to trouble me anytime. I'll do my best to make sure you don't get disappointed." Chu Zhuo turned around and waved.

I received a text message on the way that showed my grandfather had transferred 100,000 yuan to my bank card.

Chu Zhuo's finger hovered over the WeChat chat window with her grandfather. After a long pause, she sent a thank-you emoji of a kitten.

At the large meeting of the Department of Physical Education, neither Sheng Congye nor Tao Wei were present, and no one was in the dormitory.

Chu Zhu changed into a slightly loose yoga outfit, spread out a yoga mat, and had a dance system in mind.

He lifted one leg onto his upper bunk and did a leg stretch.

The whole routine takes more than four minutes, which is a bit long. The leg hug and the fish leap can be combined into one... Chu Zhuo was so engrossed in the ocean of dance that she didn't even notice the person standing at the door.

Sheng Congye gently put down his notebook and stood close to the door. The boy's figure was light and graceful, and his spinning movements seemed to have their own charm. His well-fitting practice clothes highlighted his slender and even legs.

A leap, straight into the very core of his heart.

As the final movements concluded, Chu Zhuo, slightly out of breath, finished today's training with a simple leg control kick, his two legs straight and parallel, one above the other, like a line.

Bending over, my vision shifted, and I could just make out two muscular calves.

Sheng Congye half-squatted in front of Chu Zhuo, his gaze level with Chu Zhuo's: "Zhuo Bao, I underestimated you during the warm-up in the dorm last time. Dancers are really flexible."

The boy stood up gracefully, teasingly pushing Sheng Congye's chest with his palm. Sheng Congye yielded to his force and stepped back, his back gently bumping against the door with a thud.

Chu Zhu raised one leg, pressing it against the wall beside Sheng Congye. Her dance shoes were pressed against the wall, and her long, straight leg far exceeded Sheng Congye's height. "Tell me the truth, how long have you been peeping at me, Brother Ye?"

"It smells so good, it's too close." Sheng Congye gritted his teeth and turned his head away with restraint. Slender legs came into view, and the fair ankles made him instantly crumble. In the end, he said in a hoarse voice, "Zhuobao, don't reward me."

Chuzhuo: "?"

His bewildered expression was both innocent and alluring, and Sheng Congye could no longer resist. He slipped his hand inside the edge of his slightly flared yoga pants and said, "I'm sorry."

She held his calf, swallowed hard, and gently stroked it with her fingertips.

Chuzhuo: "..."

For the first time, she truly felt Sheng Congye's desire for her.

How to put it? Chu Zhuo mischievously tiptoed closer and closer until Sheng Congye was like a corpse. He then retreated when the other party closed his eyes.

Sheng Congye's eyes darkened, and he quickly wrapped his arm around Chu Zhuo's waist, pulling her into his embrace: "Is this the end?"

"What else do you want? Brother Ye, have you forgotten your place?" Chu Zhuo's body was flexible, and she tried to slip out of his arms, but failed.

As it turns out, in the face of absolute power, any skill is meaningless.

"I haven't forgotten." Sheng Congye tensed her forearms, firmly holding the boy's slender waist, pressing her forehead against his, and demanding in a hoarse voice, "The atmosphere is right now, it wouldn't be appropriate not to kiss him."