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

Chu Zhuo stopped short of the point. Not long after the holiday ended, the school anniversary program auditions and selections were underway, and he needed to start training.

Every day, we practice leg stretches and backbends to create choreography. Time flies, and the rehearsal is just around the corner.

After a full morning, Chu Zhuo, who ranked first in her major, lived up to expectations and secured a spot in the school anniversary performance.

Tang Qiu congratulated him, saying, "Chu Zhuo, congratulations on achieving your wish."

"Thank you, Tang Qiu. Your dance today was so cool and unique. Did you add your own interpretation?" Chu Zhuo changed back into her casual clothes, holding the clothes she wore for the performance, and gave a thumbs-up.

Tang Qiu replied demurely, "Yes, I like dancing."

He showed no signs of emotional distress these past few days, so Chu Zhuo casually teased, "You like Jiang Yi too?"

Tang Qiu: "...Yes, looking back now, it was quite an overreaction, making you worry about me."

"It's not an overreaction. A person's emotions are just as important as their physical health." Chu Zhuo's eyes were full of sincerity. "Tang Qiuqiu, you are a good person. I don't want bad emotions to get to you."

On Mid-Autumn Festival, what Jiang Yi saw was Tang Qiu consulting a classmate about making a craft. The classmate was a craft blogger, and Tang Qiu wanted to make a butterfly lamp to give to Jiang Yi when he returned, to celebrate his first-place win in a competition.

Jiang Yi happened to see Tang Qiu asking the other person for advice, which is why they were chatting and laughing.

She pushed him away in a panic; it was a completely subconscious action. She just didn't want her boyfriend to discover the surprise beforehand.

Tang Qiu's eyes welled up with tears: "Chu Zhuo, you really are... I can't be jealous of you at all."

Before university, he was a gifted person among his peers, but he was clearly outmatched by those around him.

Chu Zhuo generously stated, "It's okay to be jealous. Tang Qiu's jealousy is harmless."

The protagonist of this small world is absolutely qualified in terms of character; rather than being jealous, it's more like another way to motivate himself.

Having watched too much dancing and getting a bit bored, 001, who had gone to play with the cat senior, flew back, circled Tang Qiu once, and gave its approval: "That's right, Tang Qiu is good."

Chu Zhuo: [001 is fine too.]

001 Tail Feathers: [The host is better.]

Outside the auditorium, Sheng Congye was waiting at the door. Stepping up the steps, he asked, "Is it over?"

Tang Qiu took the initiative to go first.

Chu Zhuo: "Hmm, aren't you going to ask me about the results?"

"Zhuobao is exceptionally intelligent; there's no need to ask, she must have passed the test." How could Sheng Congye resist getting to know someone who was genuinely pursuing him?

"Haha, Brother Ye, you're too blind to my abilities, although I am indeed very outstanding." Chu Zhuo accepted the praise without hesitation, his eyes filled with joy.

Every time training ended, Chu Zhuo was still in get out of class, and Sheng Congye would come to pick him up whenever he had time. Over time, Chu Zhuo developed a habit of doing so.

The two went back to their dormitory together.

Tao Wei stared intently at Ye Ge and Xiao Ji, who were returning together, while Jiang Yi smiled gently at his phone beside him. He felt like he had been struck by lightning.

"Little Ji, you must hold fast to your Dao heart." Tao Wei weakly reached out his hand.

Chu Zhuo was confused: "Huh?"

Sheng Congye gave him a warning glance.

Tao Wei immediately backed down: "It's okay, I was just venting."

In late October, the temperature dropped and it got colder. A light jacket wasn't warm enough, so Chu Zhu changed into a light purple fleece-lined hooded sweatshirt, paired with black wide-leg pants, and set off full of energy.

"Send me the address of the dinner party, and I'll pick you up afterward," Sheng Congye said.

Chu Zhuo said, "I made an appointment with Yao Yixin and Wen Rui to go and come back together, so there's no need to pick me up. Ye Ge, get some rest."

I joined a club at the start of the semester. There's an event off-campus this afternoon, followed by a dinner party. I probably won't get back until very late.

Upon being rejected, Sheng Congye concealed the gloom in her eyes and, like a steadfast stone waiting for her husband, watched the boy leave.

With the dormitory empty, he turned around and ran to the training ground for extra training.

Tao Wei blurted out a string of question marks: "Ye Ge???"

The teacher wasn't there, so everyone gathered around.

"Why is Ye-ge back again?"

"Is the coach so inhuman that even Wild Guy wasn't good enough and had to be called back for retraining? Is there any room for improvement for ordinary people like us?"

"Don't scare yourselves, listen to what Brother Ye has to say."

Sheng Congye wasn't in the mood to share: "It has nothing to do with the coach. I just came here for extra training because I was bored."

The students: "..."

I simply can't understand the world of geniuses.

He returned to his dorm drenched in sweat that night, but Chu Zhuo was still not back. After washing up, Sheng Congye sat in front of his phone; Chu Zhuo had updated his WeChat Moments.

It's a group photo of the club, with the boy surrounded in the middle, wearing a colorful flower wreath on his head and smiling brightly.

With a snap, Sheng Congye crushed the screen.

Tao Wei, carrying a basin of clean clothes, walked by and poked his head out in surprise: "What was that sound?"

"Go wash your clothes." Sheng Congye opened the drawer and tossed his phone inside.

Tao Wei peeked out on tiptoe and caught a glimpse of the broken phone screen. He couldn't help but gasp: "So even a phone worth 20,000 yuan isn't of good quality."

Sheng Congye glanced at him expressionlessly: "Are you free? The laundry room is crowded on Fridays, and there won't be any seats left if you go late."

"..." Tao Wei silently slipped away.

*

After the event ended and a group photo was taken, some students were unable to participate in the dinner due to other commitments.

The president booked a self-service barbecue restaurant with a rating of 4.6. The environment was elegant and clean. Yao Yixin pulled Chu Zhuo to find an empty seat and said, "It's been so long since I've had barbecue. I can already foresee how much exercise I'll be doing in the next few days."

Wen Rui sat down to Chu Zhuo's right, picked up a free mint from the table and chewed it: "You dance students have to maintain your figures, right? It's really tough. Since you all have to lose weight anyway, you might as well eat to your heart's content."

Chu Zhuo doesn't gain weight easily. She drinks low-sugar beverages to control her blood sugar levels. She rests with a smile, listening to their discussion about weight loss, without joining in or making others envious.

It was almost nine o'clock when the dinner party ended, and Yao Yixin ate to his heart's content. By the end, he felt guilty and patted his stomach with feigned compassion: "Ugh, so bitter, so bitter. I'll be eating bitter melon for the next week."

Chu Zhuo reasonably advised him: "That's too hard. People shouldn't, or at least shouldn't, make themselves suffer."

"Look, learn from our school beauty's awareness. No matter how tough things get, you can't make yourself suffer." Wenrui asked, "Chuzhuo, why haven't I heard you complaining about eating too much and trying to lose weight?"

The nickname "school beauty" is actually a coincidence.

During military training, girls have to tie their hair up with rubber bands at the back of their heads, so everyone looks clean and neat from the front.

Chu Zhuo stood out from the crowd of people in camouflage uniforms. Someone took a picture of him and uploaded it to the campus forum. By chance, it was pushed to the campus beauty and handsome guy voting page.

His features were so exquisite that they seemed out of place in the same frame. His skin was so fair and white that it was like a ray of light. The students who were reviewing the papers mistakenly filled him in the "school beauty" category, and no one seemed to think anything was wrong. When the voting ended, he gloriously topped the list.

Once the students' minds cleared up, they seemed to feel... okay?

Chu Zhuo glared at him: "I've been careful with my words and actions my whole life, and you've ruined it all."

"...Excellent, you've hit the nail on the head. It's because he can eat whatever he wants and never gain weight." Yao Yixin sneered. "Tonight I will become a vengeful ghost, Ji Chuzhuo. Remember to keep one eye open while you sleep tonight, or I will come after you."

Chu Zhu blinked innocently: "Huh? Me?"

Wen Rui, who had stepped on a landmine, pretended to be clueless: "Hehe, you two seem to have a good relationship."

Yao Yixin patted his shoulder generously: "Of course, Chu Zhuo is the living advertisement of our dance department."

After the dinner, they returned to school at 9:30. Yao Yixin and Chu Zhuo were not in the same dormitory, so they parted ways at a crossroads.

Chu Zhu waved and said, "Be careful on the road."

"What could possibly happen at this distance?" Yao Yixin obediently straightened his body and pressed his fist against his chest: "With the school beauty's blessing, it's a must."

Pushing open the dormitory door, Tao Wei passionately started talking on his microphone, while Jiang Yi was on the balcony making a phone call to Tang Qiu.

Meanwhile, Sheng Congye casually lifted dumbbells, his muscles bulging, veins popping on his arms, his expression relaxed as if he were playing.

Chu Zhuo placed a piece of chocolate on the table for the three of them.

Tao Wei caught a glimpse of Chu Zhuo putting things down out of the corner of his eye, and blurted out, "Thanks for the chocolate, Xiao Ji. Time to escape the poison gas! Are you still strolling around on the outer ring?"

When Sheng Congye saw that people had returned, most of his frustration dissipated. He silently put down the dumbbells, and Chu Zhuo glanced at them. 120 kilograms.

If you remove the "male" weight unit, it's roughly the same as his weight.

"Brother Ye, I want to try lifting it." Chu Zhuo's interest was piqued, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly.

Sheng Congye tore off a wet wipe and wiped the sweat off the dumbbell bar: "Give it a try."

Chu Zhuo gently opened his shoulders and moved his body, found a suitable position with his hands, gripped the dumbbell bar tightly, and lifted it up...

They didn't lift it up, underestimating the relaxed feeling that Sheng Congye displayed.

He clenched his fist in a different spot, then exerted force to lift it upwards, and this time he successfully lifted it up.

It's really heavy; after lifting it to waist level, put it back down.

"Brother Ye, how strong are you?" Chu Zhuo shook his hand, looking amazed. "Would it be like hugging a cabbage if you carried me? I feel like you could roll me up in your hand and then throw me out like a javelin."

Sheng Congye: "...That's impossible."

If you were in my hands, I wouldn't bear to throw you away; I'd cherish you and kiss you to death.