After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

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September 1st is the registration day for Kyoto University.

Zhu Xun Chuan parked his newly purchased Panamera downstairs at the dormitory building, took out his phone, and took a deep breath.

I haven't touched these social media apps for a whole year.

In his second year of high school, he was bound to an "emotional value system," which allowed him to convert emotional value he provided to members of the opposite sex into cash.

His first thought was online dating!

In his youthful arrogance, relying on his stunning good looks and silver tongue, he cast a wide net on various social media platforms, dating countless girlfriends simultaneously.

He had a principle: once a relationship ended, it was over. In the end, he maintained seven high-quality girlfriends, each with a clearly defined role in the relationship.

In just one year, he emptied the entire 10 billion yuan cash prize pool in the system and successfully withdrew it!

Once you've got the money, why bother with some vague, unrealistic romance? There's an old, useless saying that goes: Knowledge changes destiny!

In order to perfectly justify this huge sum of money and become a low-key, real-life tycoon, he decisively uninstalled WeChat, QQ, and Weibo, switched to an old-fashioned mobile phone, and secluded himself to study hard. In the end, he entered Kyoto University with the third highest score in the province.

Now, it's time to deal with those "legacy issues".

He re-downloaded and logged into WeChat.

The phone vibrated wildly in my palm for a full half minute.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding..."

The notification sounds swept across the screen like a Gatling gun.

999+.

"Where did you go, baby?"

Why aren't you replying to my messages?

"Zhu Xun Chuan, are you dead???"

"Chuan Chuan, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that you didn't want me anymore..."

"If you don't reply to my messages, I'll have someone find you."

"Brother, I miss you so much, waaaaah..."

"Zhu Xunchuan, give me an explanation."

Seven pinned chat boxes, each with a bright red 999+.

Zhu Xun Chuan held his phone, looking somewhat guilty.

Who takes online dating seriously? That's what sixteen-year-old Zhu Xunchuan thought.

But eighteen-year-old Zhu Xunchuan is already a mature man. Having endured the brutal reality of endless practice problems and the mental anguish of his homeroom teacher, he now wants to sever ties with the past!

He wants to be a tycoon in real life, spending money like water, and having real, genuine relationships, never again touching cyber love!

"It's time to end it."

Zhu Xunchuan sat on his dormitory bed, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

The first message was sent to the girl with the online name "Little Milk Candy":

"Sorry I disappeared for a year, I was taking the college entrance exam. Let's break up. I wish you happiness."

The second message was sent to "Dark Night Rose":

"I'm sorry, let's break up."

The third one, "Sweet Strawberry":

Let's break up. I'm sorry.

Articles 4, 5, 6, and 7.

Zhu Xun Chuan transformed into a ruthless, assembly-line card-issuing machine, sending out all seven breakup messages to the group.

Clean and efficient, leaving no future problems.

He tossed his phone onto the bed, lay down on his back, and let out a long sigh.

"Finally, I'm free."

A few seconds later, his phone started vibrating again. He glanced at it.

"Little Candy" replied with a voice message instantly, which he promptly ignored.

"Dark Night Rose" sent a message: "Zhu Xun Chuan, are you sure?"

Her tone was cold even through the screen, completely unlike that of a young girl who had just been dumped in an online relationship.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored him and turned off the screen.

Let bygones be bygones. From today onward, he is a freshman in the Chinese Department of Peking University. For the next four years, he just wants to quietly be a wealthy, cultured person.

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The next day was the first day of school.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked into the Chinese Department teaching building with his backpack slung over one shoulder and found his class by following the door sign—Class 1 of the Chinese Department.

The new students were gathered in twos and threes in the corridor, excitedly exchanging information.

Zhu Xun Chuan had just reached the back door of the classroom when he suddenly stopped.

A girl was standing in front of the door.

With long, flowing hair, fair skin, and a minimalist white floral dress, she possessed the epitome of pure and alluring beauty. Even just standing there quietly, she could steal the hearts of most of the boys in the corridor.

"Holy crap, who is this? That's amazing!"

"She seems to be from our class? I hereby declare her my wife!"

"You want to eat farts, huh...?"

The whispers around us never stopped.

Zhu Xun Chuan couldn't help but take another look. She was indeed beautiful, but that had nothing to do with him; he was a respectable person now.

He strode forward, ready to enter the classroom.

Just as they brushed past each other, the girl looked up and her gaze locked onto him with unwavering accuracy.

"Are you Zhu Xunchuan?"

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped in his tracks: "It's me. And you are?"

The girl stared at his face for a full three seconds.

"She really does look exactly like the photo." Her voice was sweet, but the volume was just enough for people around in the corridor to hear clearly.

"Photos?" Zhu Xun Chuan frowned slightly. "What photos?"

"The abs picture you sent me." The girl tilted her head slightly, a beautiful smile curving her lips. "What, 'Brother Chuan,' you don't recognize me after a year?"

Brother Chuan.

These three words struck Zhu Xunchuan like a muffled thunderclap, hitting him squarely on the head.

He felt like his CPU almost burned out.

"Brother Chuan," that's the nickname that clingy ex-girlfriend, "Little Milk Candy," loved to use!

impossible?

He stared intently at the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him, his mind racing, trying to find a flaw, but those sweet eyes and brows... even though she'd grown up and become even more beautiful, it was definitely her!

"You...you're Little Milk Candy?"

"Hmm." The girl smiled, a smile as sweet as if she had sugar in her mouth, but Zhu Xun Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. "Her real name is Shen Tianxi, from Class 1 of the Chinese Department at Peking University. Isn't that a coincidence, Brother Chuan?"

The corridor fell into a deathly silence.

The next second, it exploded.

"Wait! An abs photo? Brother Chuan???"

"What's going on? This guy got the school beauty?"

"This is fucking unfair!"

Zhu Xun Chuan's mind was buzzing.

School beauty?

He suddenly remembered a post his roommate had forwarded in the dorm group last night: "A freshman in the Chinese Literature Department has an amazing face and has been pre-selected as the most beautiful girl in the department this year."

The accompanying picture is of Shen Tianxi, right in front of you.

His online ex-girlfriend, nicknamed "Little Milk Candy," turned out to be his real-life classmate and the most beautiful girl in school. And she was even in the same class right under his nose.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady himself.

"Um, Shen," he said, trying to sound as carefree as possible, "you saw the message I sent yesterday, right? We've already..."

"Break up?" Shen Tianxi interrupted him directly, her smile unchanged, but a chilling danger flickered in her eyes. "You disappeared for a year, and the first thing you said when you came back was to unilaterally announce a breakup. Do you think that's reasonable?"

"I think...it's quite reasonable," Zhu Xun Chuan said, forcing himself to speak.

Shen Tianxi stared at him for five seconds.

Then she chuckled. Three parts sweetness, seven parts murderous intent.

"Okay." She tilted her head, her long hair gliding over her graceful shoulders and neck. "Then take your time to reason it out, Brother Chuan."

After saying that, she turned around and calmly walked into the classroom, leaving behind a row of male students with their jaws dropped to the ground, and Zhu Xunchuan frozen in place.

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. What was this? I was launching a fierce attack online, but in reality, I was drenched in sweat?

He always felt that this matter was not over.

The morning classes ended in an eerie atmosphere. Zhu Xunchuan ran to the cafeteria as if his life depended on it, got a meal, and found a secluded corner to sit down.

He ate his rice while checking his phone to see the status of the breakup messages from the previous night.

Seven people, including "Little Milk Candy" Shen Tianxi, have already had a hardcore offline battle.

Six left...

"Dark Rose" replied, "Zhu Xun Chuan, you'd better pray we never meet offline in this lifetime."

Zhu Xun Chuan shuddered. This woman had always had a fierce, crazed attitude towards beautiful women online, frequently saying things like, "If anyone bullies you, I'll kill them." He had always thought it was just teenage angst, but now he was suddenly a little unsure.

"Sweet Strawberry" ignored him, but posted a new update on her WeChat Moments: "Some people are not worth it." The accompanying picture was a meme of someone crushing a walnut.

"Qingfengmingyue" replied with a smiling system-provided emoticon.

Just a smile. Zhu Xun Chuan looked at that expression and inexplicably felt it was more chilling than being scolded.

"Important is the Orange" sent seventeen voice messages in one go, all in a sixty-second format, and he didn't dare to open them at all.

"Starry River" replied with an "Oh".

The last one, "Intoxicated by the Mortal World"...

The message was rejected. The other party deleted him.

Zhu Xun Chuan put down his chopsticks and rubbed his throbbing temples. This mess was far more troublesome than he had anticipated.

But then I thought about it again, and realized I was worrying unnecessarily. Online dating is something that happens when people are separated by vast distances, and finding someone like Shen Tianxi, who is in the same class, is an extremely rare occurrence, perhaps one in a million.

From a probabilistic standpoint, it is absolutely impossible for a second one to occur!

The thought had barely crossed my mind—

"Zhu Xun Chuan?"

A cold, icy female voice sounded from behind.

Zhu Xunchuan turned back.

A young woman in a black fitted suit dress stood beside his desk. She wore thin gold-rimmed glasses and exuded an aura of unapproachability. She was carrying a folder, clearly a faculty member.

She looks to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, exuding a cool and aloof aura of a sophisticated career woman.

"Hello, I'm a Chinese literature professor and also your class advisor. My surname is Gu." She pushed up her glasses with one hand. "Gu Qinghan."

"Hello, Teacher Gu." Zhu Xun Chuan quickly nodded, adopting the demeanor of a well-behaved student.

"My first class this afternoon is Introduction to Modern Literature, don't be late."

"Definitely, definitely."

Gu Qinghan turned around to leave, but after taking only half a step, she suddenly stopped.

She turned her head, her gaze passing over the edge of her gold-rimmed glasses, and looked down at Zhu Xun Chuan's face.

"Oh, right." Her voice was extremely low, so low that only the two of them could hear it, "Did you see the message 'Qingfeng Mingyue' sent you?"

He remained frozen in the plastic chair, as if struck by lightning.

Seeing his reaction, Gu Qinghan curled up a barely perceptible sneer at the corner of her mouth, then turned and walked away in her high heels.

"Da, da, da..."

The crisp sound of heels now sounded to Zhu Xun Chuan like a countdown to death.

"Gentle breeze and bright moon".

One of his online ex-girlfriends?

She's his college advisor now?!

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly snapped out of his daze, frantically pulled out his phone, and opened the WeChat chat history with trembling fingers.

On the screen, the smiling emoji that "Qingfeng Mingyue" sent last night still lies there quietly.

He has now finally grasped the true meaning of this expression.

That's not being magnanimous and letting go.

That means, "You're dead meat, you're in my hands now."

Zhu Xunchuan leaned back in his chair, his face ashen.

A classmate who was also the school beauty.

A direct counselor.

It's only noon on the first day of school! This is truly a hellish, high-level match.

Before he could even catch his breath, the phone he was holding suddenly vibrated again.

A private message popped up on Weibo.

From: [Dark Night Rose].

The content consists of only one simple sentence:

"I heard you got into Kyoto University? What a coincidence, I'm in Kyoto too. Wash your neck, see you tomorrow."

Zhu Xun Chuan slowly placed his phone face down on the table and peacefully closed his eyes.