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The master bedroom on the third floor of Manor No. 19.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the French windows onto the carpet.

The large room, spanning over 200 square meters, was exceptionally quiet, with the constant-temperature air conditioning providing a pleasant coolness.

On the large bed, Wen Xiaoya was huddled under the thin blanket, with only her fluffy little head showing.

The expensive starry-sky evening gown from last night is still lying on the wool rug at the foot of the bed.

She slowly opened her eyes, and as soon as she moved her body, her little face immediately scrunched up.

My body aches, and I feel like it's falling apart.

Wang Ye leaned against the headboard, wearing a large black short-sleeved shirt, scrolling through the background of Douyin (TikTok).

Hearing the noise beside him, Wang Ye turned to the side and reached out to brush her smooth, delicate cheek.

"woke up?"

"Secretary-General Wen's fighting spirit was so-so last night. He shouted slogans loudly, but surrendered in less than two rounds."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoya's face instantly turned a deep, ripe red like a ripe apple.

She pulled the blanket tighter, covering herself completely, leaving only her large, watery almond-shaped eyes visible.

"You...you still have the nerve to bring that up!"

"I already told you to stop, and you're still bullying me!"

Wen Xiaoya's voice was soft, husky, and had a strong nasal tone.

Wang Ye shrugged confidently.

"How can you blame me for this?"

"Yesterday in the school auditorium, who was it that rushed into my arms in front of hundreds of people and said they could do whatever they wanted with me when no one was around?"

"A man's word is his bond."

"No, you are a young woman, but you still have to uphold the spirit of contracts."

Wen Xiaoya was speechless, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

She stretched out two smooth, white arms from under the covers, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye caught the pillow steadily, then took her fair wrist and gently pulled it.

Wen Xiaoya let out a soft cry as she was pulled into Wang Ye's arms.

Wen Xiaoya closed her eyes in embarrassment and buried her head directly in Wang Ye's broad and sturdy chest.

"Stop messing around... I have class this morning."

"I need to be in the classroom by 8:30, and it's almost 7:00 now!"

Wang Ye glanced at his phone screen.

"What's the rush? It's only a half-hour drive."

"Besides, so what if I'm late or skip class!"

Wen Xiaoya muttered softly.

"Teacher Zhou is usually quite serious; if you're late, you'll be publicly criticized."

"Let me go, I need to get up and get dressed."

Wang Ye loosened his arms and rolled out of bed.

"Okay, get up and wash up. Your clothes are ready."

On the sofa next to the bed, a brand new set of clothes was neatly folded.

A beige loose sweatshirt paired with light blue slim-fit jeans, and a set of pure white undergarments.

This is a high-end casual dress that Gu Qingcheng delivered overnight yesterday afternoon, according to Wen Xiaoya's size.

Wen Xiaoya got out of bed wrapped in a bath towel. As soon as her legs touched the ground, her knees buckled and she almost fell over.

Wang Ye reacted quickly, grabbing her slender waist.

"Be careful, you can't even walk straight, how are you going to explain this to your classmates when you get home?"

Wen Xiaoya's ears turned red.

"It's all your fault!"

After they finished getting ready, the two went downstairs to the restaurant on the first floor.

Gu Qingcheng was already waiting at the dining table, smiling as she pulled out a chair.

On the table were warm red date and black chicken soup, freshly steamed shrimp dumplings, and xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

Wen Xiaoya kept her head down, drinking her soup quietly, not daring to look up at Gu Qingcheng.

After breakfast, Wang Ye drove the Yangwang U8 out of the garage.

The car smoothly drove out of the Central Villa District and sped towards Kede College in Daxing District.

7:50.

Looking up, I saw the U8 parked steadily at the end of that secluded tree-lined path behind the school.

Wen Xiaoya unbuckled her seatbelt and, feeling guilty, looked around the car window.

Only after making sure no classmates were passing by did she pat her heaving chest and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew...nobody saw it."

Wang Ye rested one hand on the steering wheel, glancing at her sideways.

"Is it so shameful to ride in my car?"

"It's like an underground party meeting."

Wen Xiaoya turned her head, her face slightly flushed.

"The school forum exploded last night, everyone was talking about your donation of ten million to the association."

"If anyone sees me getting out of your car this early in the morning, I won't be able to walk to school today; I'll be drowned in spittle."

Wang Ye smiled, leaned over, and pecked her lips.

"Alright, go ahead and do it. Send me a WeChat message if you need anything."

Wen Xiaoya pursed her pink lips and nodded vigorously.

She pushed open the car door, jumped out, and, wearing white flat shoes, jogged into the back gate of the school.

Wang Ye slowly turned the car around and parked it back in the paid parking lot.

Then he strolled toward the comprehensive training building.

……

8 PM.

Classroom 302, Training Building.

The classroom was already full of people.

The counselor said something came up and that we would have a short meeting here after the military training ended in the evening.

More than half of the military training has passed, and all fourteen boys in the class are tanned dark.

Zhou Xiaomeng, Zhao Siyu, and Lin Chuchu weren't much better off.

Even though I applied a thick layer of sunscreen, I still got several shades darker.

The chains on the front door of the classroom rattled.

Zhou Muzhi, dressed in a black business suit and wearing high heels, walked in quickly.

Wearing a fitted pencil skirt, her long, straight legs were still covered in sheer black stockings.

Zhou Muzhi spoke up, "Everyone, please be quiet."

The chatter in the classroom stopped.

Zhou Muzhi cleared her throat, glanced around the audience, and stopped at the back row by the window.

Wang Ye was sitting there with an air of nonchalance, twirling a pen in his hand, looking completely at ease.

Zhou Muzhi paused for a moment, then quickly looked away.

"I called everyone here today for an emergency class meeting, mainly to convey the latest notice from the school."

"There are only three days left until the end of military training."

"Three days from now, the school will hold a welcome party for all new students in the auditorium."

The boys in the audience immediately let out a listless sigh.

"It's another welcome party; they do the same thing every year."

"My bones are all broken after military training. I have no interest in watching the gala. I just want to go back to the dorm and play games all night."

Zhou Muzhi tapped on the lectern, interrupting the complaints below.

"Let me finish speaking."

"For this year's welcome party, the school's Youth League Committee adopted a school-wide lottery system."

"Our School of Media Studies was selected for the grand finale presentation segment."

"Unfortunately, through an internal lottery within the academy, our Drama and Film Directing Class 1 was officially selected and we must produce an independent stage program that represents the overall level of the academy."

These words were spoken.

The classroom erupted in chaos!

"Holy crap? Our class is putting on a performance?!"

"Are you kidding me! Our system only has seventeen people, fourteen of them men!"

"We can carry cameras, but perform on stage? Are we supposed to break rocks on our chests?!"

Several boys waved their hands frantically, shaking their heads like rattles.

Zhou Xiaomeng also raised her hand with a long face.

"Teacher Zhou, the three of us girls only know how to make short videos. We can't even do the morning exercises in sync. We don't have any artistic talents at all!"

Zhou Muzhi rubbed her temples, her expression growing increasingly serious.

"This is a mandatory political task assigned by the institute."

"School leaders and military officers in charge of the training will sit in the front row to observe that evening."

"This gala is directly linked to the year-end selection of outstanding class collectives, as well as everyone's comprehensive evaluation bonus points."

"Everyone, go back and think about this carefully today. Submit your ideas and program proposals to me by tomorrow afternoon."

After explaining the precautions, Zhou Muzhi quickly walked out of the classroom.

Several boys in the front row immediately gathered around Wang Ye's table.

"Brother Wang! You always have the most ideas, can you give me one?"

"How about we all go up and sing 'Unity is Strength' together? It's simple and easy!"

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair and replied lazily.

"Singing 'Unity is Strength' together?"

"When the commander heard this, he thought you were going to rebel."

"Leave the show-off stuff to those who are prepared. I'll just sit back and clap and eat sunflower seeds."

The boys sighed and dispersed.

……

The next night.

Room 803, Building 8, Zhuyuan.

Wang Ye had just finished showering and changed into a pair of loose-fitting shorts, then leaned against the headboard.

The cell phone on the table kept ringing.

In the WeChat group for the first class of Drama and Film Directing, Zhou Muzhi sent three messages tagging all the members.

[Counselor Zhou Muzhi: There are only two hours left until the deadline for submitting the proposal. Has everyone submitted their programs yet?]

[Counselor Zhou Muzhi: What are your thoughts? Feel free to share your opinions!]

[Counselor Zhou Muzhi: The program list must be submitted to the college's Youth League Committee before midnight tonight. Please cooperate with the teacher's work, okay?]

A full ten minutes passed.

The class group chat was quiet.

No one replied.

Seventeen students pretended to be dead.

Someone even sent a funny meme about network lag in the group chat, and then immediately deleted it.

The counselor's research office of the School of Media Studies.

The clock struck ten o'clock at night.

The entire administration building was empty; most of the teachers had already gone home.

Zhou Muzhi sat alone in office 402.

The fluorescent light from the computer screen shone on her pale face.

She bit her lip, staring at the silent WeChat group, a thin mist of grievance welling up in her eyes.

She was suffering so much.

Because she was on maternity leave, she made a terrible mess of handing over her work, and the hospital leaders were already quite critical of her.

Having finally returned to work, my first class was assigned a major role in the welcome party.

If she can't even submit a decent program, she'll definitely be used as a negative example and publicly criticized at tomorrow's hospital-wide meeting.

Failing the assessment could even affect your performance evaluation at the end of the year.

Zhou Muzhi slumped over her desk, holding her head in her hands, her black hair a mess of frustration.

"Those heartless bastards... They're all so eloquent usually, but when it really matters, they're all cowards!"

Just as Zhou Muzhi was at her wits' end.

At the same time.

As Wang Ye lay on his large bed in the dormitory, a crisp system notification suddenly rang in his mind!

【Ding! 】

[A critical campus event has been detected: the Kede College Freshman Welcome Party!]

[Main Quest Triggered: A Stunning Debut, Shaking the Entire Audience!]

[Task Requirements: Represent your class on the main stage of the welcome party, perform a solo piece as the grand finale, and create a stunning effect for the entire audience!]

[Mission Rewards: Mystery Blind Box *1, 1000 Godly Coins!]

Wang Ye looked at the mission light screen in the void and raised his eyebrows.

"The system's plan is pretty clever."

"Just a few days ago, I opened a blind box and got the complete master tapes and copyrights for 'Sunny Day' and 'Seven Mile Fragrance.' Is the stage already set?"

One blind box plus 1,000 Godly Coins.

This is a free reward, why not take it?

However, it would be too easy for the usually aloof Teacher Zhou to just go up there and do free work for the school.

Wang Ye rolled over, picked up his phone, and brought up Zhou Muzhi's WeChat chat window.

Your fingers lightly tap the next line of text on the screen.

[Wang Ye: Teacher Zhou, are you still crying about the show?]

……

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