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

Not yet of a high enough status, Sheng Congye didn't dare to be jealous and offend anyone, so he casually asked, "Are the club activities lively?"

"I'm so happy! Students from different majors gathered together, and I met so many people. Everyone was so kind and helpful. I love going to university." Chu Zhuo pulled out a chair.

Sheng Congye stuffed the dumbbells back under the cabinet and said, "I saw your post on WeChat Moments, who sent that flower wreath? Why didn't I bring it back?"

Chu Zhu recalled: "There was an old lady selling flower wreaths next to the square where we took a group photo. The old lady lent me her wreath and wanted to give it back to me afterwards, but she refused when I offered her money. She said it was something she had worked hard to make and it wouldn't be right to take it for free. Then, with my silver tongue, the old lady put the wreath on her own head, and I helped her promote other wreaths of different colors. We sold several, and I was happy. The old lady was happy too. She praised me as a sales genius."

"Oh." Sheng Congye calmed himself down. "I see."

He was terrified, thinking someone had beaten him to it.

Tao Wei finished a game exhausted, having been let down by his teammates. He reported them and quit the game to recover, so he wouldn't get matched with that idiot again.

"By the way, Ye-ge, are you going to the downtown mall to buy a phone tomorrow?" Tao Wei lowered his posture and asked in a fawning tone, "Could you get me a training outfit? Thanks, Ye-ge."

Chu Zhuo took a sip of water: "Brother Ye's phone is broken?"

Tao Wei took the opportunity to complain about being roasted while passing by: "Oh, he crushed the screen with his bare hands. I really don't know what triggered him."

Seeing Chu Zhuo's shocked expression, Sheng Congye remained silent.

Then Chu Zhuo remembered the strength in his arm when he lifted dumbbells a few minutes earlier, and it wasn't so hard to believe, so she asked with concern, "Is your hand okay?"

After realizing it was a misunderstanding, Sheng Congye was slightly embarrassed: "It's okay, it's not badly broken, we can just replace the screen."

Chu Zhuo said, "I'll go with you tomorrow. I need to buy a yoga mat in the next couple of days; I'm planning to get a different material."

Damn, this must be what it means to have your luck turn around, Sheng Congye suppressed his excitement and raised his eyebrows with joy: "Good."

After finalizing tomorrow's plans, Chu Zhu asked curiously, "Brother Ye, how badly is your phone broken?"

Sheng Congye silently opened the drawer, took out his phone, and placed it on the table: "That's it."

"...It's bent, are you sure replacing the screen will fix it?" Chu Zhu doubted whether it could really be repaired.

001 was also quite shocked: [The villain truly lives up to his athletic background; he's got that reckless energy.]

Having gotten a free date with the two of them, Sheng Congye was in a good mood: "All the electronic products in my home are from this brand, and the quality is very good."

Although the screen is cracked and bent, the display is good and all programs can be used normally.

A phone costing over 20,000 yuan must have high-end specifications.

As November arrived, winter quietly descended. Early in the morning, Chu Zhuo, wrapped in a down jacket, went to the dance studio for dance practice.

Sheng Congye, who also got up early, was already sweating profusely on the training field.

Even the coldest weather can't stop a young man full of vigor and vitality.

Stretch your waist and abdomen repeatedly until your eight-pack abs are clearly defined, firm, and powerful; do pull-ups, alternating between overhand and underhand grips until your biceps and latissimus dorsi bulge and feel hard to the touch; do 20 repetitions of 400m speed endurance exercises, and after completing the entire training session, you'll be drenched in sweat, lying on the mat in the thicket, balancing your breathing.

My body is exhausted, and the lingering dream from last night has finally subsided.

"It's driving me crazy," he whispered, his voice so gentle it was as if Chu Zhuo were standing right across from him.

After relieving himself for a while, Sheng Congye went to the indoor bathhouse to take a shower, then put on his changed training clothes and went back to the dormitory.

The limited space only contained Tao Wei. He asked, "Have you seen Zhuobao?"

Tao Wei shook his head: "I don't know. I woke up to find myself alone in the dorm. Xiao Ji probably went to dance practice. You two both went to exercise on Saturday. Where did you get the energy? Tsk tsk."

Sheng Congye sent a message to Chu Zhuo, asking where he was. The other party probably didn't have his phone with him, and it took half an hour before he sent the exact location of the dance studio.

The training clothes he wore that morning were soaked with sweat. Sheng Congye washed them and hung them up to dry before rushing off to find Chu Zhuo.

The dance studio on weekends requires a separate reservation, and Chu Zhuo was the only one there.

This was the first time Sheng Congye had seen Chu Zhuo dance in the dance studio.

There have been a few times when we practiced dancing and warmed up in the dormitory, but the space was small and limited, and none of them were as shocking as this sight.

The clean and tidy dance studio, with its huge mirrored wall reflecting the graceful and agile figures of the boys, shows them taking elegant leaps, spinning in the air, their long legs tucked in and out, their toes touching the ground as they turn, and finally finishing with a fish-like leap...

Her legs were straight and well-proportioned, her waist was slender and flat, her neck was white and thin, and her flawless face was absolutely stunning, like a white crane that had wandered into a flock of swans.

His supple body was like a colorful ribbon fluttering in the wind; there was no place he couldn't reach.

Sheng Congye's breathing grew warmer; his morning training had been in vain.

As if a tangible gaze fell upon him, Chu Zhuo slowed down and glanced at the doorway with a sense of realization.

Sheng Congye approached him step by step, hooked his arm around Chu Zhuo's thigh, picked him up and placed him on the barre for leg stretches: "Zhuo Bao, since the start of the semester, have I gained any points in your eyes?"

The man completely covered him, exuding a ferocity that came from exercise. His deep-set features loomed closer, creating a sense of oppression. Chu Zhu glanced down at him, noticing the slight rise and fall of his full chest muscles.

A sense of certainty mixed with a palpable tension creates a powerful and irresistible blend of emotions, resulting in a passionate and unrestrained expression of love.

Chu Zhuo recalled the last time Sheng Congye lifted dumbbells in the dormitory. It was really easy and effortless for him to carry her with one hand. He placed his palm on the man's shoulder and gently pushed him. Sheng Congye patiently took half a step back.

"Sheng Congye." Chu Zhuo called his name, asking the initial question, "Now do you have a concrete answer? What do you like about me?"

Sheng Congye's gaze was fixed on him, his throat dry: "I love your vibrant soul."

The boy was radiant when he danced, but Sheng Congye discovered that he loved the mysterious and beautiful soul beneath that exterior even more than his outward appearance.

It was his soul that gave his body the appearance that captivated him; a single glance could last a thousand years, and from then on, love was his destiny.

Chu Zhuo's heart raced, a faint smile playing on her lips. She lifted her legs one after the other onto the barre, slowly bringing her feet together to stand. With her back to Sheng Congye, she said, "Sheng Congye, catch me."

Then his body lost its momentum and he fell backward.

Sheng Congye opened his arms and embraced it whole, with its tail intact.

He buried his head in the boy's fragrant neck, his excited voice slightly hoarse: "Zhuobao, did I pass?"

The moment that phrase "vibrant soul" came out, Chu Zhuo knew the answer in his heart. He smiled teasingly and said, "I'm already in your arms. You're so patient, Ye-ge."

"..." Sheng Congye's pupils contracted slightly, his viscous gaze following every subtle expression on the boy's face.

Although she was smiling, you could tell she was very serious.

Sheng Congye suddenly tightened her arms, clenched her back teeth, bounced the boy in her arms, and walked towards the clean wall.

Chu Zhuo was lifted up by the waist, his feet dangling in the air, his back against the wall. The 193cm tall man actually had to look down at him: "Brother Ye?"

Seemingly certain that he couldn't escape, Sheng Congye loosened his grip, and Chu Zhuo, following the momentum, sat down on the other's bent knees.

From behind Sheng Congye, Chu Zhuo's upper body was completely covered by their position, with only her two slender legs hanging down in a spread-out manner being visible.

"Zhuobao, say you like me." Sheng Congye pinched his chin, his eyes burning with desire, eager for an answer.

Something was off. Just as 001 was getting to the point, the system, for some reason, recalled it back to its usual little space with a single click.

001 tried to go out, but was blocked off from all sides: [???]

Who is this meant to protect against?