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Wang Ye strolled back to Building 8 of Zhuyuan.

The audience in the auditorium was still wailing and howling.

The crowd leaving the gala was similar to the crowds scrambling for train tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush—a dense, dark mass.

Wang Ye was too lazy to squeeze through the main gate with them, so he strolled back to room 803 along the asphalt path next to the grove of trees.

Lock the door from the inside.

He casually shoved the guitar under the desk.

Press the 16-degree button on the air conditioner remote.

A cool breeze blew in his face, and Wang Ye comfortably pulled off his clothes, took a relaxing shower, and then lay down on the bed.

He picked up the phone from the bedside table, and the screen lit up the instant it appeared.

The vibration frequency is as fast as a Gatling gun firing.

The pop-up messages at the top of the phone screen were stacked up like a mille-feuille.

There are 99+ unread messages on WeChat.

The Douyin backend system is showing 999+.

Campus forums and gossip groups are displayed at the top of the notification bar, with a row of red exclamation marks.

Wang Ye complained, "These people are so bored, why aren't they sleeping in the middle of the night? What kind of cyber carnival are they having?"

He flicked his finger to open the school's large online chat group for gossip.

The group chat has long since stopped discussing topics like foot chafing during military training or salty cafeteria food.

The screen scrolled upwards rapidly, even the speaker's ID became a blurry image.

"Holy crap! Three minutes! I need all the information on that handsome guy who sang 'Sunny Day' on stage just now!"

"Don't bother looking anymore, it's Wang Ye from the Directing Department of Drama and Film!"

"Someone uploaded a video of the incident to Douyin (TikTok), and guess what? The system immediately identified their Douyin account!"

"He's the real person behind the internet celebrity 'Chairman Wang's RV Travel Diary,' who has millions of followers across the internet!"

"I was absolutely stunned! A top-tier blogger with millions of followers is studying directing at a private, second-tier university?!"

Followed by.

A high-resolution screenshot was shared in the group chat.

This is a Douyin (TikTok) personal homepage.

Against a black background, the Apollo Zhenjiang, a rugged heavy-duty truck worth over 30 million yuan, is parked on the shore of Sayram Lake.

The official certification prominently displays four words: Well-known travel blogger.

The number displayed in the follower section is exactly ten million, no more, no less.

The latest pinned video is still the teaser for the 10 million follower celebration that Pei Nana posted a few days ago.

We're giving away 100 top-of-the-line Apple products, 100 gaming laptops, and 300,000 RMB in cash!

The chat was quiet for a few seconds.

Then came a deluge of exclamation marks.

"I'm speechless! This super-rich blogger who drives a multi-million dollar SUV across the country is sitting in the class next to mine?!"

"I was soaking sun on the playground this afternoon, drinking Huoxiang Zhengqi Water (a traditional Chinese medicine for heatstroke), while others were sitting in the back row, legs crossed, enjoying the scenery?!"

"Case solved! No wonder both the head instructor and Teacher Zhou granted him extended leave at the same time! If I had ten million followers, I'd take leave too!"

"Sisters, don't stop me! I'm going to stake out his dorm right now. Tonight, no one's going to steal my path to becoming a rich woman!"

"Hey upstairs, shut up! All the women she's seen with are stunningly beautiful. Where do you get your confidence?"

Wang Ye looked at the chat history on the screen, and his lips twitched twice.

"This year's netizens are doing their doxxing at a speed that rivals a rocket launch."

"I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary college student, but instead I got to expose my secrets all over the internet."

"I'm coming clean, I'm not pretending anymore."

He casually closed the gossip group and switched back to the main WeChat interface.

My WeChat contacts were wiped out.

I received a flood of friend requests from classmates, upperclassmen from the next class, and club members.

The class group chat was filled with lamentations.

Zhou Xiaomeng sent a meme of someone kneeling down.

"Wang Ye! No, Chairman Wang! President Wang! Please accept my bow!"

"No wonder you introduced yourself as not having any special skills, just liking to wander around! You call driving around in a multi-million dollar RV across the country 'wandering around'?!"

Zhao Siyu also chimed in.

"Brother Wang, could we borrow your luxury RV as a prop for our group project short film next week? We'll bring our own lunches!"

Several boys who were previously envious of Wang Ye's leave of absence have completely changed their attitude.

"Godfather! There were many people outside just now, so I'm kneeling before you now!"

"Does Godfather need someone to carry my bags? I'm incredibly strong; I can carry three cases of bottled water!"

Wang Ye leaned against the headboard and slowly typed a line of text to send to the group chat.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

"My cousin created the account; I'm just using the name as a side job and acting as a prop for appearing on camera."

"Everyone should trust science, resist online vanity, and don't be late for 8 a.m. tomorrow."

After posting this self-contradictory statement, Wang Ye immediately left the class group chat.

As soon as I exited, two pinned dialog boxes popped up.

Xu An'an's news came first.

A 30-second string of furious voice messages came through the other end.

When Wang Ye listened to the audio, the girl was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Wang Ye! You secretly filled up a large cup at the school party behind my back!"

"My roommate was screaming while holding her phone, insisting I watch some 'god-level first love, white moonlight' drama. I leaned over to take a look and almost spat my congee in her face!"

"When did you start writing original songs?! Why didn't you sing them for me in the RV?!"

"You owe me a love song! You have to make it up to me, or I'll come to your dorm and bite you!"

Wang Ye laughed out loud and tapped the screen lightly with his fingers.

"Director Xu, speaking so loudly so late at night, be careful the dorm auntie might mistake you for a screaming chicken and confiscate your belongings."

"Also, no love songs, but all you can eat are grilled sausages. You can pick them up when you return to the villa the day after tomorrow."

Xu An'an sent a frustrated fist-waving emoji, followed by a muttered comment.

"That's more like it... You're smart enough to go to sleep early, you big jerk. I'll let you off the hook tonight."

Next came news about Su Qingyan.

Just a few short words, yet they carried that familiar, cool and aloof feeling.

"The song is very well written."

Why does the story of "Sunny Day" end with the farewell?

Wang Ye looked at the screen and raised an eyebrow.

This top student and school beauty's reading comprehension skills are always on point, and her ability to grasp key points is comparable to that of the head of the Chinese language grading team.

He replied.

"Artistic creation needs the beauty of regret. In reality, as long as Su doesn't run away, the word 'goodbye' can be removed from the dictionary."

There was silence for about ten seconds on the other end.

Then a cat nodding emoji was sent.

"Okay, my military training is over, I'll be going back to the villa this weekend."

Wang Ye put down his phone and gave a comfortable yawn.

Turn off the bedside lamp.

The stars twinkled outside the window, and the night at the entire Kede College was turned upside down by the song "Sunny Day" and the bombardment of millions of fans.

The person in question simply rolled over on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

……

It's 7:30 in the morning.

The alarm clock buzzed.

Wang Ye opened his eyes and stretched thoroughly.

He rolled out of bed, put on a loose black hoodie, a pair of light gray cargo pants, and walked out of the dormitory building in a pair of collaborative sneakers.

I just stepped out of the gate of Building 8, Zhuyuan.

The atmosphere around us became somewhat eerie.

A group of girls who had gone to the cafeteria to buy steamed buns suddenly stopped and whispered among themselves, covering their mouths.

"Look! That's Wang Ye!"

"He's even more handsome in person than in the videos! He's so tall, I'd guess he's at least 1.83 meters!"

"Last night, his rendition of 'Sunny Day' in the auditorium kept me awake. And he really is that super popular blogger with millions of followers!"

Several senior students, both sophomores and juniors, passed by, casting extremely complex glances at them.

Envy, jealousy, and a touch of helpless resignation.

Wang Ye remained unfazed, walked straight through the sycamore-lined path, and bought two beef buns and a cup of hot soy milk from the cafeteria window.

While chewing on a steamed bun, he strode into classroom 302 of the comprehensive training building.

The moment I pushed open the front door of the classroom.

The previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

Fourteen boys and three girls, a total of seventeen pairs of eyes, all focused on him.

Zhou Xiaomeng couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up from the first row.

Good morning, Chairman Wang!

Greetings to Chairman Wang!

Several boys joined in the commotion.

"Brother Wang, last night in the group chat, none of us believed a single punctuation mark of what they said about him just appearing in the video under a pseudonym!"

"That Apollo heavy-duty truck RV worth over 30 million, was it also borrowed under a false name? Godfather, please take me with you!"

Wang Ye pulled out the last row of chairs by the window, sat down, and stuck the straw into the soy milk cup.

"Alright, alright, everyone sit back down. Stop putting on this person worship act."

"I'm a proper student. I usually just sleep and play video games. If anyone calls me 'godfather' again, I'll expel you from the class."

The whole class burst into laughter.

The tense atmosphere was completely dissolved by his few words.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed down the corridor.

Click, click, click.

Counselor Zhou Muzhi walked in quickly.

Today she was wearing a beige fitted blazer with a low-cut black knit top underneath.

Her lower body was covered by a black knee-length pencil skirt, and her long, straight legs were covered by a thin layer of sheer black stockings.

Her hair was neatly pulled back, exuding the charm of a mature and intellectual woman.

But if you look closely...

Zhou Muzhi had a faint bluish tinge around her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well last night.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the back row near the window.

They met Wang Ye's narrow, smiling eyes.

Zhou Muzhi's heart skipped a beat, and her high heels wobbled slightly.

She quickly reached out to hold onto the edge of the podium to steady herself, a blush creeping up her ears.

The image of Wang Ye pinching her chin and talking to her in the backstage corridor last night burned in her mind like a branding iron all night.

And that absurd agreement.

Private photoshoots, behind-the-scenes footage from short films, solo shoots!

Zhou Muzhi bit her lower lip, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart, and cleared her throat.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

"The military training has come to a successful conclusion. Last night, our School of Media and Communication achieved the best result in the entire university at the welcome party."

At this point, Zhou Muzhi paused again, her gaze inevitably returning to Wang Ye's face.

"Here, I would like to give special praise to Wang Ye."

"Wang Ye's original song 'Sunny Day' has brought great honor to our college. The college party secretary and the training leader gave it high praise after the meeting."

Thunderous applause and cheers immediately erupted from the audience.

The boys slammed their fists on the table.

"Brother Wang is awesome!"

"Wang Dong is awesome!"

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair, smiled, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, perfectly in keeping with this moment of vanity.

Zhou Muzhi tapped the blackboard eraser.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

"The core agenda of today's class meeting is to elect the first class committee team for the Drama and Film Directing Class 1."

"Class committee positions include class monitor, Youth League branch secretary, academic affairs committee member, life affairs committee member, and cultural and sports affairs committee member, etc."

"Being a class committee member in university not only helps you develop your overall abilities, but also gives you a significant advantage in year-end evaluations, party membership recommendations, and postgraduate entrance exams."

"Everyone is eager to volunteer, starting with the class monitor position. Would anyone like to volunteer?"

Zhou Muzhi stood behind the podium, her gaze sweeping eagerly across the entire room.

However, within three seconds, the entire classroom fell into an icy silence.

The boys who were just making a ruckus suddenly all lowered their heads.

Some people started pretending to seriously pick at the hangnails on their hands.

Someone was frantically swiping their phone screen.

Some people even lay face down on the table, closed their eyes, and pretended to be in a vegetative state.

The true nature of contemporary college students: they'd rather lie down than sit, and they'd rather be a couch potato than actively seek out work.

Want to be the class monitor?

Every day, I had to get up early and work late to get the printing sheets from the academic affairs office, sit in the front row at meetings as a human cardboard cutout, knock on each room door during room checks as the bad guy, and be scolded by classmates who failed the course at the end of the semester.

Whoever wants to do it can do it; I'm not doing it.

……

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