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A full minute passed.

The area beneath the podium was stagnant and still.

Zhou Muzhi's smile gradually froze as she rubbed her aching temples.

"No one volunteered?"

"The class monitor is the core of the class, so everyone shouldn't be so passive."

A bespectacled boy below timidly raised one finger.

"Teacher Zhou, I suggest we draw lots."

Zhou Muzhi almost laughed out of anger.

"What are you doing, drawing lots? You're college students, not conscripts!"

She sighed and took out the roster.

"Alright, since no one is volunteering, let's hold a vote on the spot."

"For the first few positions, I designated candidates based on their college entrance examination records and their performance upon entering university."

The next ten minutes were a complete forced assignment of tasks.

The boy with the highest score in the college entrance examination was half-forced by Zhou Muzhi into the class monitor's fiery pit.

Zhao Siyu, a literary and artistic homebody, was appointed as the branch secretary of the Communist Youth League.

Zhou Xiaomeng is in charge of the student life committee.

After four rounds, Zhou Muzhi on the podium breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze finally settling on the column for the sports and arts committee member.

"The last position: Cultural and Sports Committee Member."

"The class's cultural and sports committee member is mainly responsible for organizing the class's cultural and recreational activities, coordinating participation in sports meets, and coordinating various cultural performances."

"This position requires extremely strong appeal and outstanding artistic talent."

Zhou Muzhi's words hadn't even finished falling silent.

Zhou Xiaomeng, who was sitting in the front row, immediately raised her hand high.

"Teacher Zhou! No need to choose anymore! The whole class can do this question!"

"We unanimously recommend Wang Ye!"

The dozen or so boys around immediately jumped up as if they'd been injected with adrenaline, raising their hands in unison.

"I second that!"

"If Brother Wang isn't the class's arts and sports representative, then nobody in the whole school is fit to be it!"

"A cultural and tourism blogger with millions of followers, a legendary singer and musician—Brother Wang's mere presence is enough to make him shine in both arts and sports!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Unanimously approved! Brother Wang truly deserves it!"

Upon hearing these words, Wang Ye sat up abruptly and raised his hand in greeting.

"Wait, everyone, don't try to hijack democracy!"

"I abstain from voting; I strongly oppose it."

"I am physically weak and sickly, allergic to ultraviolet rays, and uncoordinated. I can't even do the eighth section of radio calisthenics properly. I am completely unqualified for such a sacred position."

"I propose that the class monitor also serve as the cultural and sports committee member. It's good for young people to take on more responsibilities and grow as adults."

The boy who was forced into the position of class monitor glared at Wang Ye and almost fought him on the spot.

Standing on the podium, Zhou Muzhi looked at Wang Ye's nonchalant demeanor as he was eager to shift the blame, and for some reason, a sense of vengeful pleasure suddenly rose in her heart.

You bastard, Wang Ye.

He usually manipulates me in the office, but last night he cornered me backstage to negotiate.

Now that the whole class has elected you, you want to just walk away and become a hands-off leader?

dream!

Zhou Muzhi picked up a black pen and wrote the two characters "Wang Ye" heavily in the column for the sports and arts committee member.

Close the folder.

A soft snap.

A victor's smile appeared on Zhou Muzhi's lips, her tone resolute.

"The voice of the people is loud and clear."

"Although Wang Ye is modest, everyone can see his performance last night."

"With the unanimous decision of the class and the approval of the counselor, Wang Ye has been officially appointed as the cultural and sports committee member of the Drama and Film Directing Class 1."

"We do not accept resignations of any kind."

"The class meeting is over. The class committee will stay for a short meeting. The rest of you can go home."

The boys in the class erupted in cheers and scattered like birds, arms around each other's shoulders.

Several boys who had been frantically raising their hands passed by Wang Ye and even patted him on the shoulder in a serious manner.

Congratulations, Committee Member Wang!

"If Committee Member Wang becomes rich and powerful, don't forget me!"

Wang Ye looked at this group of disloyal scoundrels and burst out laughing in anger.

"These sixth graders, during the school sports meet, we'll fill all your spots for the 800-meter and 3000-meter races!"

……

The ten-minute class committee meeting ended quickly.

The newly appointed class monitor and the Youth League secretary, carrying materials, walked out of the classroom, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Only Wang Ye and Zhou Muzhi, who was tidying up her lesson plans, remained in the classroom.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow on the floor.

Zhou Muzhi put the notebook into her handbag and prepared to leave in her high heels.

Just as she reached the classroom door, a long, strong hand suddenly blocked her way across the door frame.

Zhou Muzhi paused, nearly bumping into Wang Ye.

Zhou Muzhi subconsciously took a half step back, her back pressed against the edge of the door panel.

She tilted her head back, her eyes filled with wariness and guilt.

"Wang Ye, what are you doing?"

"The class meeting is over, and the teacher still needs to go back to the college to submit the forms."

Wang Ye leaned against the door frame with one hand, looking down at her.

Today, Zhou Muzhi's neckline was slightly open, and her delicate collarbone was heaving somewhat rapidly.

I don't know if it was because I spoke too hastily just now, or because my emotions were too volatile.

Wang Ye's lips curled up, revealing a lazy smile.

"Professor Zhou, now that we've finished our official business, shouldn't we start thinking about our personal matters?"

Zhou Muzhi's breathing suddenly became erratic, and she bit her red lips.

"What private matter? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Ye leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with a teasing tone.

"Teacher Zhou, you have a very good memory."

"Are you planning to renege on what you promised backstage last night?"

"I got first place overall, and I've been forced to take over as the sports and arts committee member. As agreed, your private time tonight belongs to me."

"Short film behind-the-scenes footage, private photoshoots—all are indispensable."

Zhou Muzhi's face instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.

"You...you're insane!"

"Filming tonight?!"

Wang Ye withdrew his hand from the door frame.

"What else can we do? There's no time like the present."

"I happen to be free tonight, and the complete set of equipment for my private studio is ready."

"My car will be waiting for you at the end of the old street behind the school at 7 p.m. tonight."

"If Teacher Zhou dares to stand me up..."

Wang Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"Shut up!!"

Zhou Muzhi hurriedly covered Wang Ye's mouth.

Warm, soft palms pressed tightly against Wang Ye's lips, emitting a faint fragrance.

Zhou Muzhi glanced out of the corridor in a panic, and only after confirming that no one was passing by did she pull her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

Her chest heaved violently, and her eyes welled up with tears of shame and indignation.

"Wang Ye, you're a scoundrel!"

Wang Ye calmly stepped back and straightened his hoodie collar.

"Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Zhou."

"Remember to bring two outfits that you like best. Don't dress like you're going to a funeral. We're shooting an art film, not a memorial service."

See you tonight, Teacher Zhou.

After saying that, Wang Ye strode out of the classroom, leaving behind only a dashing and upright figure.

Zhou Muzhi leaned against the door frame, her legs feeling a little weak.

"Bastard... a complete and utter little bastard!"

……

7:10 PM.

Back street of Yuxiang Road, Daxing District.

The streetlights here are old and dilapidated, and the light is dim. The roadsides are lined with dense poplar trees.

Looking up, I saw the U8 parked under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

In the driver's seat, Wang Ye rested one hand on the steering wheel, scrolling through the storyboard on his tablet.

In the rearview mirror, a tall, slender figure in high heels hurried out of the dimly lit alley.

Zhou Muzhi was wearing a dark khaki trench coat that reached her ankles, with the belt tied very tightly around her waist.

Oversized sunglasses almost completely covered most of his face, and he was tightly clutching a heavy travel bag in his arms.

He was acting suspiciously, looking around nervously, as if afraid of running into someone he knew.

She walked to the car, yanked open the passenger door, quickly climbed in, and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Drive faster!"

Zhou Muzhi pulled off her sunglasses, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Wang Ye turned his head and glanced at her.

"Teacher Zhou, are you dressed like you just robbed a bank?"

"Should I take you across the border on the Jingkai Expressway to avoid the limelight?"

Zhou Muzhi glared at him fiercely.

"Stop talking nonsense! Drive away! If any students or teachers at school see me get into your car, I won't be able to explain myself no matter what!"

Wang Ye smiled slightly and stepped on the gas.

Looking up, the U8 smoothly merged into the main road traffic and sped towards the Shunyi Central Villa District.

A moment of silence fell over the carriage.

The car's air conditioning sent out a gentle warm breeze, and the faint woody fragrance gradually dispelled the chill from Zhou Muzhi's body.

Zhou Muzhi turned her head to look at the bustling night view receding outside the window, her expression somewhat uneasy.

The boy next to me, holding the steering wheel, had a sharp and rugged profile. When he was focused on driving, he completely shed his carefree attitude from the daytime.

Zhou Muzhi pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice.

"Wang Ye...where are we going?"

"This direction seems to be heading towards Shunyi."

Wang Ye answered calmly without turning his head.

"I have a private estate in Shunyi, and the basement is equipped with a full set of professional film studios."

"The environment is absolutely private; not even a fly can get in."

Zhou Muzhi's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

A private estate?

Underground film studio?

A lone man and a lone woman alone in a room?

She hugged her travel bag tightly.

"Wang Ye, I'm warning you, I'm going to keep my promise and help you finish your homework!"

"You promised me three rules: no touching, and no taking pictures in weird poses!"

Wang Ye turned his head away, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"What kind of person does Teacher Zhou think I am?"

"I'm a proper directing student, the kind who stays up all night studying Citizen Kane and The Godfather."

"What's in your travel bag? You didn't bring pepper spray, did you?"

Zhou Muzhi turned her head away and ignored him.

Forty minutes later.

The car turned into the Shunyi Central Villa District.

We passed through the gate and came to a smooth stop at Villa No. 18 in the manor.

Zhou Muzhi stepped out of the car, looked up at the luxurious private villa, and could not hide the shock in her eyes.

Wang Ye took the travel bag from her hand and placed his other hand naturally on her slender waist.

"Let's go, Teacher Zhou."

The moment Wang Ye's large hand touched her lower back, Zhou Muzhi trembled slightly.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but Wang Ye's grip was so strong that she couldn't resist at all.

The two entered the villa and took the elevator to the basement.

A ding sound.

The elevator doors slid open slowly on the basement level, and Wang Ye led Zhou Muzhi into the private film studio.

A professional film studio spanning over 300 square meters.

The ground is covered with non-reflective sound-absorbing flooring, and the overhead is filled with track soft lights and professional spotlights.

In the corner are placed an antique-style mahogany couch, a floor-to-ceiling screen, a retro European-style leather sofa, and various artistic decorations.

Two ARRI cinema cameras, each worth nearly a million dollars, and a complete set of Zeiss cinema lenses sat quietly on the track vehicle.

Extremely professional.

It's practically the filming location for behind-the-scenes footage of top-tier domestic blockbuster movies.

This was arranged and renovated by Wang Ye at great expense, with Shang Hongdie finding someone to help him.

Zhou Muzhi stood in the center of the studio, her tense nerves finally relaxing considerably.

It seems this guy really isn't joking around.

Wang Ye tossed his travel bag onto the swivel chair in front of the vanity and unzipped it.

"Alright, Teacher Zhou, take off your coat and let me see what kind of battle armor you've brought."

Zhou Muzhi took a deep breath, unbuckled her trench coat belt, and took off the oversized trench coat, hanging it on the hanger.

The moment the trench coat was taken off.

Even though Wang Ye had seen it all, a hint of amazement still flashed deep in his eyes.

Zhou Muzhi was wearing a very fitted dark green velvet modified cheongsam underneath.

The cheongsam's fabric had a beautiful drape, which breathtakingly accentuated her tall, 1.72-meter figure.

A woman who has given birth a few months ago fully releases her ripe, plump figure and peach-like charm at this moment.

Wang Ye whistled.

"With Professor Zhou's figure, it's a real loss to the education sector to have her as a counselor at a university."

"If she debuted and acted in movies, all those so-called top female stars in the Chinese entertainment industry would have to go home and sit on their toes."

Zhou Muzhi's ears were burning hot, and her hands were awkwardly clasped together on her abdomen.

Stop being so cheeky!

"Hurry up and take the picture, I need to rush back to feed the baby...feed him complementary food!"

Wang Ye walked to the control panel and casually moved a few levers.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The three main lights at the top went out instantly, leaving only two warm yellow spotlights on the side with a color temperature of 3200K.

Deep, dark, and imbued with a strong emotional quality.

Wang Ye picked up a handheld mirrorless camera and skillfully attached an 85mm prime portrait lens with a large aperture.

He strode over to the mahogany couch and pointed to the couch surface covered with dark velvet cushions.

"Sit down."

"With her legs slightly together, she leaned against the cushion."

Zhou Muzhi obediently walked over, took off her black high heels, and carefully sat down on the long couch.

Her movements were stiff, her hands gripping the hem of her cheongsam, her eyes darting around.

"Relax, Teacher Zhou."

Wang Ye half-squatted two meters in front of the long couch, and the camera steadily focused on her.

"You're not having a class meeting right now; you're a classical old woman living alone in a secluded mansion, her heart filled with rebellion and longing."

"Don't look at the camera, look at the screen on the side."

"Raise your chin five degrees, take a deep breath, and lower your waist."

Wang Ye's voice is deep and magnetic, carrying a commanding presence that compels one to submit.

Zhou Muzhi subconsciously adjusted her breathing according to his instructions.

She slightly raised her smooth swan neck, lowered her waist, and fully revealed the amazing waist-to-hip ratio outlined by the cheongsam.

"very good."

"Don't move."

Click! Click! Click!

The crisp sound of camera shutters echoed in the quiet studio.

Master-level photography skills are in full operation.

Wang Ye precisely calculated the exact point where the light and shadow fell from every angle.

The warm yellow sidelight outlined Zhou Muzhi's fair and translucent face with a layer of golden velvet.

Wang Ye changed camera positions several times, moving silently.

"Let's change positions."

"Lie face down on a soft mat, support your chin with your hands, and naturally stick your legs up behind you."

Zhou Muzhi bit her lower lip, her face flushed.

This pose is so embarrassing.

But when she saw Wang Ye's serious and professional face, her guard completely crumbled.

She slowly rolled over and lay face down on the thick velvet mat.

Two little feet swayed slightly in mid-air.

Wang Ye bent down, and the camera zoomed in to within half a meter.

"Make your eyes look a little more dreamy."

Imagine what you most desire to have.

Zhou Muzhi raised her beautiful eyes, her eyes glistening with tears.

Just as the filming was getting into place...

Wang Ye's eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly.

Through the high-resolution electronic viewfinder, he keenly detected a subtle anomaly in the image.

The dark green cheongsam Zhou Muzhi was wearing had its neckline just below the collar.

On the originally dry fabric, a dark mark suddenly and silently spread out.

The mark was spreading outwards at a visible speed.

Zhou Muzhi seemed to sense it too, and she froze on the spot.

……

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