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

The basketball game was won by a large margin, and the outcome was practically decided by the end of the first half. However, both teams played with great intensity in the second half.

The name Sheng Congye resonated throughout the basketball court.

After the competition, a dinner party was arranged for that evening, but Sheng Congye didn't really want to go. He had achieved his goal, and he'd rather spend that time with his boyfriend.

Seeing this, the captain of the university's basketball team winked at him and said, "Invite your boyfriend along. You can bring your family."

Sheng Congye thought for a moment: "I asked him if he wanted to go."

Upon learning the purpose of their visit, Chu Zhuo agreed, "Sure, if we win the match, are you going to treat them to dinner?"

Sheng Congye nodded: "Yes, it's my treat."

In the past, Sheng Congye would always treat everyone to meals during friendly matches. The students in the Physical Education Department knew that Sheng Congye's family was wealthy, so no one would compete with him for the treat.

There were about twenty people from the two schools combined. Sheng Congye booked a large private room that could accommodate thirty people. After ordering, everyone found an empty seat and sat down.

Everyone was discussing it quietly—

"This medical bill was well spent. The restaurant looks high-end; it must have been expensive."

"What's this? Do you know how much those sneakers Sheng Congye is wearing cost? They're a limited edition from ANNA this spring. You can't get them for less than six figures. I have a rich second-generation high school classmate who couldn't buy them. He even posted on his WeChat Moments asking if anyone wanted to resell them. He offered double the price."

"Ugh, it's infuriating to compare yourself to others. She has everything: good looks, a great family background, a friendly personality, and such an outstanding boyfriend. She's a true winner in life."

"...I'm getting jealous, no need for you to summarize."

"Hahahahaha!"

Amidst the laughter and chatter of the group at the large table, the waiter finished serving the dishes.

After an afternoon of activities, I was starving. I quickly brushed off the polite words and started showing off my food.

"Sheng Congye, let me toast you." The power forward opposite him raised his glass, downed it in one gulp, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and said, "I didn't mean anything by what I said this afternoon. Don't worry, I have absolutely no ulterior motives towards your boyfriend. I still have a lot of morals."

"It doesn't matter, I've gotten my revenge," Sheng Congye said.

The power forward was speechless: "Fine, we know we got thrashed by you guys, the game's over, do you still have to bring it up again to humiliate us?"

The students burst into laughter.

After filling their stomachs, everyone chatted about all sorts of things. Students from all over the country gathered at the two universities and, by chance, arranged a friendly basketball match. Fate brought this brief reunion together.

Who cares what happens afterward?

Sheng Congye made a strong impression; after the game, whenever someone asked Chu Zhuo, he would immediately post pictures from the basketball game, showing the intimate atmosphere between the two that left no room for anyone else.

"Give up," Sheng Congye thought pettily.

April has come to an end, and the International Classical Dance Competition will kick off in early May.

Chu Zhuo became famous after his first jump in the preliminary round and gradually gained some online fame.

[Who is this guy? He dances so beautifully, and his figure is amazing (lol)]

[It seems very few men dance classical dance this well; no wonder he's a professional (thumbs up)]

[Does anyone know which school he went to? No offense, just want to get to know him (shy, sheepish smile)]

As the hype grew, netizens sneaked into Beijing University.

He ranked first in the classical dance major of the dance department, and his dance performance at the school anniversary celebration, posted on the official website, was stunning and beautiful; last year, he won the field trip award, second only to the competition he participated in this time; he became the focus of attention upon entering the school, was selected as an outstanding model during military training, and his face attracted countless admirers, making him a regular resident of the campus confession wall...

The combined halo of fame was so eye-catching that it quickly rose to the top of the trending searches.

At this point, there was only one day left until the final.

That evening, someone discovered Ji Chuzhuo's identity: the son of Ji Wanshu, a world-class ballet dancer.

Digging further down, they found a video from a few years ago of the other party winning the gold medal in the youth group of an international ballet competition.

In the chaotic online environment, pessimistic voices have surfaced.

Sheng Congye gripped his phone, his face ashen, and ordered his men to suppress the trending topic.

Chu Zhuo has been so focused on the competition these past few days that he is completely unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

The competition concluded perfectly the following day, and he won the Special Gold Award again. As he went out, he was interviewed by a group of reporters.

The microphone was shoved in his face: "Ji Chuzhuo, what are your thoughts on ballet and classical dance? Did you give up ballet because you looked down on it? Do you discriminate against Western dance?"

Protector 001 kicked the reporter in the face: [You spout nonsense! Who do you think you are? Just because you look like a deformed gourd doesn't mean I discriminate against you. Host, do whatever you want!]

Unfortunately, the kick missed. After cursing, 001 huffed and puffed, flying back to Chu Zhuo's side, realizing a harsh truth: [Host, 001 is a useless system. I am no longer the assistant system 001 who accompanied you through countless battles in the infinite flow world, second only to the main system.]

The reporter was still chattering away, with 001's wails interspersed throughout, making Chu Zhuo's head buzz.

While Sheng Congye was driving, Chu Zhuo was surrounded by several reporters. He strode forward and snatched the microphone from their hands: "Which media outlet are you from?"

The man's eyes were devoid of warmth, and his voice carried a chilling reprimand.

The reporter instinctively shrank back, intimidated by his icy gaze. Then, remembering her mission, she stiffened her neck and said, "Does my interview with Ji Chuzhuo have anything to do with which media outlet I work for? Please answer my question directly. Can his evasiveness be interpreted as tacit admission?"

Chu Zhuo sometimes really admired his courage. Anyone with eyes could see that Sheng Congye appeared calm, but in reality, he was burning with anger, and his whole body was in a state of tension.

"So, your avoidance of answering which media outlet it was can be interpreted as you feeling guilty, afraid to reveal your newspaper's name, and that you acted on your own initiative to interview me, because you have something to hide?" Chu Zhuo refuted his point of view incisively.

The reporter who came with him saw that things were not going well, and after observing for a while, he realized that Sheng Congye was not someone to mess with, so he quickly left.

Sheng Congye's anger subsided a bit because of Chu Zhuo's words. The microphone didn't even have a proper label. He casually tossed it into the reporter's arms and glanced at him indifferently: "No matter which newspaper you work for, if there are any false reports online, we'll sue you until you go bankrupt."

The reporter, having received the money, was not satisfied with failing to achieve his goal and wanted to continue shouting.

Security guards arrived at the sound, brandishing batons, and threatened to drive them away.

Back in the car, Sheng Congye said with a serious expression, "I will find out the reporter's purpose. He definitely has someone backing him."

His confident demeanor suggested he had anticipated the news, not that he had just learned of it. Chu Zhuo quickly processed all the information in her mind and asked, "Something happened online? Is it related to me? That reporter mentioned ballet, and my mother's and my past have been dug up?"

The game is over, there's no need to worry anymore.

Sheng Congye's dark brown pupils dimmed, and his tone was dejected: "Yeah, it was bought and trended on social media last night, but I had someone suppress it first. Today is the final, and I didn't want to distract you. I didn't mean to hide it from you; I told you right after the competition... I'm sorry, I didn't handle this well, and someone took advantage of the situation to find out."

"Brother Ye, this matter is not your fault at all." Chu Zhuo unbuckled his seatbelt, stepped over and sat face-to-face on Sheng Congye's lap, pinching his cheeks. "You can't think like that. I wasn't hurt, and things weren't beyond repair. Life is full of surprises and shocks."

Sheng Congye's arms tightened, then loosely wrapped around the boy's slender waist. His gaze swept over the boy as he uttered a startling question: "Zhuobao, if I proposed to you right now, would you say yes?"

Chuzhuo: "?"