A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

The atmosphere in the dormitory became somewhat awkward.

All three roommates looked at Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu: "...Maybe he's angry about us breaking up."

The new neighbor exclaimed in surprise, "What? You broke up with him?"

Jiang Chu nodded.

The neighbor seemed skeptical as well, "Really...?"

However, Wei Jing did seem a bit angry, as if he had come to settle scores.

The neighbor began to have doubts.

Jiang Chu didn't want to talk to them anymore, so she grabbed a coat and went straight to class.

To avoid Wei Jing, she deliberately didn't use the main entrance, but instead climbed out of a window in the first-floor corridor.

Jiang Chu arrived at the teaching building almost right on time.

The lecture hall was packed with people.

The middle and back rows were almost full, so she had no choice but to sit in the middle of the second row and listen to the teacher begin the lesson.

Her entry into the classroom caused a small commotion, with many people whispering among themselves about her identity.

"...She's so beautiful in person! I shouldn't have skipped class! I could have seen her more often!"

"It's nothing. She seems to skip class quite often. I come every time, but I think I've only seen her twice..."

Many people don't know her, but they are still amazed by her.

"Who is that?"

"I'd believe it if someone who looks like that called her a campus beauty. I even complained to someone before that there's no such thing as a campus beauty or campus hunk in college..."

Jiang Chu sat there listlessly.

She couldn't hear the whispers and didn't realize they were talking about her, so she gradually began to drift off into thought.

Because she was two years older than the original owner of the body and had already graduated before transmigrating, she had already learned many things, so she was somewhat distracted while listening to the lecture.

Jiang Chu rested her chin on one hand and couldn't help but touch the pair of small diamond studs on her earlobe with the other.

A few minutes later, Jiang Chu took out her phone again and opened the chat window with the black profile picture.

CC: [Mr. Xie, I've arrived at school safely and am now getting ready for class.]

After sending it, she added a cat scattering flowers emoji.

Jiang Chu didn't actually expect Xie Jing to reply.

At least they won't reply immediately.

But after sending the message, she couldn't help but keep checking her phone, looking at it three or four times in a minute.

A new red dot suddenly appeared on the chat interface.

X: [Okay]

There was only one character, without even a punctuation mark.

Jiang Chu, however, still smiled faintly, her eyes glistening with tiny tears, completely absorbed in a secret, joyful mood, oblivious to the commotion on the podium.

"...the girl in the light-colored coat in the second row."

Jiang Chu was startled and quickly turned her phone upside down on the table.

The old professor on the podium pushed up his glasses, but didn't get angry; he just smiled and nodded at her.

"When we talk about the physical characteristics of the Mogao Grottoes murals, you studied dance, right? Do you know the classic three bends of Dunhuang dance? Could you come up and demonstrate a few movements for everyone?"

A burst of good-natured cheers immediately filled the lecture hall.

This course, "Appreciation of Ancient Music, Dance and Murals," was originally a general public course, with students from various majors, including history, painting, and Chinese literature.

Jiang Chu sat in the front row, and the professor could tell at a glance that this girl's figure and posture were different, and she was most likely a dance major.

"……meeting."

Jiang Chu slowly stood up. "But my skills are limited—"

The commotion behind them grew louder and louder.

The professor was pleased to see that she was so obedient and actually willing to go on stage.

Theoretical textbooks are dry, so it would be great to have a professional student demonstrate. So I casually played a pipa piece with a strong Western Region flavor on the multimedia screen.

"Come on, come up on stage and dance."

Jiang Chu gently took off her slightly oversized thin coat, left her seat, and walked to the podium.

All eyes in the classroom turned to it.

Many people stared in disbelief.

People in the back row craned their necks, while those in the front row pressed themselves against the table. Some even couldn't resist secretly taking out their phones and zooming in to examine the enlarged image on the screen.

The young girl on stage had a delicate and pitiful appearance.

She wasn't short, nearly 1.7 meters tall, but had a slender frame, making her appear light and graceful, like a spring begonia with dew on its leaves.

The next second—

As she lowered her head slightly to the sound of the pipa's strumming and assumed her first starting stance, her slightly loose shirt suddenly clung tightly to her body.

The essence of Dunhuang dance lies in the S-shaped twists and graceful movements.

Jiang Chu slightly slumped her waist, her hips lazily protruding to one side, showcasing her excellent waist-to-hip ratio to the fullest.

Her eyes sparkled, her watery pupils slightly lowered.

That seemingly soft and boneless wrist flipped in mid-air and then formed a beautiful lotus flower shape with its fingers.

A short, impromptu performance, coupled with her innocent yet beautiful face, perfectly captured her charming and graceful allure.

Until the music gradually faded.

Jiang Chu stopped what she was doing, stood up straight, and glanced at the professor with a hint of embarrassment.

The huge lecture hall was silent for two seconds, then erupted in thunderous applause and cheers from several loud-voiced boys.

"Great! Perfect!"

The professor led the applause, his eyes full of admiration. "Look everyone," he said, "this is the classic 'three-bend' posture, with the head, chest, and pelvis twisting in a Z-shape. This student's demonstration is excellent..."

Jiang Chu smiled slightly, "Thank you, teacher."

The atmosphere in the classroom remained lively.

During the break between classes, Jiang Chu was immediately surrounded by several people asking for her contact information. She politely declined their requests in a soft voice and with a gentle attitude.

The boys weren't embarrassed by the rejection; instead, they seemed rather smug.

"...Her voice is also very pleasant."

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Oh right, I heard it's something like studying math?"

A commotion arose outside the classroom door.

Jiang Chu looked up and saw the crowd part to the sides, and a tall figure walked in.

It is Wei Jing.