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

There was only a dim bedside lamp in the room.

In the dim light, Zhu Xun Chuan could see the person's attire, and his action of drying his hair froze instantly.

Shen Tianxi had obviously slipped past the guards outside and sneaked out.

She took off the innocent princess dress she wore during the day and put on a small camouflage outfit that she had somehow gotten her hands on.

The upper body is a tight-fitting camouflage vest made of highly elastic fabric.

The proud, snow-white curve stretched the fabric so taut that it bulged and heaved with her breath, as if the stitching at the neckline might snap at any moment.

A large section of her flat, smooth, and radiant white waist was exposed in the middle.

Below that was a shortened camouflage miniskirt. The hem barely covered the top of the thighs, and the two straight, long, and slender legs were almost blinding in the dim light.

The rugged military camouflage style, combined with the girl's extremely soft and fair skin, along with her innocent yet alluring face, creates a visually devastating effect comparable to a nuclear explosion.

"You're here to... check on the patients?" Zhu Xun Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice involuntarily became a few decibels hoarse.

"Let me check if you've prepared the military supplies you'll need for tomorrow." Shen Tianxi blushed, but her eyes sparkled with a yandere-like boldness and fervor.

She walked a few steps to the bedside, took off her white shoes, and boldly straddled Zhu Xun Chuan's lap, spreading her long, fair legs wide.

A sweet peach scent of shower gel instantly filled Zhu Xun Chuan's nostrils.

Her camouflage miniskirt rode up with her movements, vaguely revealing her black panties underneath. She wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, pressing her soft, warm body tightly against him.

"You're going to the special forces tomorrow. The people there are ruthless, I'm worried you'll get hurt." Shen Tianxi bit her moist red lips, her breathing a little rapid, her voice soft and delicate, "Tonight... I'll cheer you on..."

Feeling the amazing elasticity and warmth of his thighs, Zhu Xun Chuan's breathing instantly became heavy. The basic physical enhancement drug not only transformed his muscles but also made his desires in certain areas exceptionally intense.

"Aren't you afraid of draining me dry with that kind of encouragement?" Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled mischievously, his hands casually wrapping around the slender waist at the edge of the camouflage fabric, his fingers restlessly caressing the smooth skin.

"Then let's just drain it all out. Once it's drained, you won't want any other women anymore." A stubborn glint flashed in Shen Tianxi's eyes as she leaned closer, her warm lips brushing against Zhu Xunchuan's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids.

Zhu Xun Chuan's anger flared. He grabbed the back of Shen Tianxi's head with one hand, and with the other, he prepared to slip his hand inside the edge of her camouflage skirt.

"Buzz...buzz..."

Just when things were at the perfect juncture, and a conflict was about to erupt, things were about to escalate to a head.

The phone screen under the pillow suddenly emitted a blinding light, accompanied by a violent vibration, which sounded particularly eerie in the quiet room.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hand froze at that soft, warm edge.

He took a deep breath and freed one hand to reach for his phone.

The screen unlocked. A WeChat message popped up.

From: Gu Qinghan

Where are you? You have ten minutes to report your location. And how long are you going to leave my homework unfinished?

Looking at the menacing message and then at the little camouflage-clad imp in his arms, her face flushed and her clothes half-undone, Zhu Xun Chuan felt a dull ache in his back teeth.

Looking at Shen Tianxi in his arms, her face flushed and her camouflage skirt half-undone, and then glancing at Gu Qinghan's menacing check-up message on his phone screen, Zhu Xunchuan's back teeth throbbed with pain.

He took a deep breath, wrapped one arm around Shen Tianxi's slender waist, and typed rapidly on the screen with the other: "Taking care of business in Tianjin. I'll return to Beijing tomorrow morning and personally deliver the assignment to your office. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Get ready and wait for me."

Click to send, long press to power off – all in one smooth motion.

Zhu Xun Chuan casually tossed his phone to the foot of the bed, then rolled over and pressed the hot, delicate body beneath him. The camouflage fabric stretched into a breathtaking arc, filling the room with the sweet, cloying scent of peaches.

"Brother Chuan..."

"Don't talk, just focus on cheering."

That night, the single bed at the Tianjin Military Region Guesthouse protested for half the night.

The next morning at six o'clock, the sun was just rising.

The training ground of the Fierce Tiger Special Forces Company was filled with yellow sand.

One hundred and twenty shirtless, muscular special forces soldiers stood in neat rows, their sweat and hormones mingling in the air.

All eyes were drawn to the distinguished, fair-skinned, and handsome young man in front of them.

This scene is like a Persian cat falling into a pack of wolves.

"Company Commander, is this the guy the Commander sent over last night... a 'connected' guy?" A burly man with a scar on his left cheek grinned. His name was Zhao Tiezhu, a three-time consecutive Sanda champion of the entire military region, and the top soldier of the Fierce Tiger Company.

He looked Zhu Xun Chuan up and down, his eyes full of undisguised contempt: "Skinny and delicate, coming here to experience life? Don't turn around and run a few steps and start crying for your mother. We don't have a nanny to take care of you here."

Laughter erupted in the queue.

In their eyes, this pretty boy who climbed up the ranks by relying on the eldest daughter of the Shen family was nothing but a fart in the military camp.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't laugh. He simply unbuttoned the cuffs of his bespoke shirt, rolled up the sleeves to his forearms, revealing his strong and smooth muscle lines.

"Enough with the nonsense." Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the equipment area, picked up a 30-kilogram fully armed tactical backpack with one hand, and easily slung it on his back. "What are you competing in? Draw a line."

Seeing his arrogant demeanor, Zhao Tiezhu's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity: "Good lad, you've got guts! Five kilometers of fully armed cross-country running. If you can keep up with the last person in our company today, I'll change my name, Zhao Tiezhu!"

"Catch up with the last one?" Zhu Xun Chuan cracked his neck, his knuckles popping like beans. "That's too low a goal. I'm used to being number one."

The whistle pierced the sky.

One hundred and twenty special forces soldiers charged out like wolves and tigers, kicking up clouds of yellow sand. They had planned to use sheer speed to overwhelm the young man at the outset.

However, one minute later.

Zhao Tiezhu was running in the lead group, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He glanced back, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhu Xun Chuan followed less than half a meter behind him. He wasn't panting heavily, his steps weren't unsteady, and there wasn't even a drop of sweat on his handsome face. The thirty-kilogram backpack pressed down on him as if it were filled with cotton.

The abnormality of the [Basic Physical Enhancement Potion] lies not only in its strength and explosiveness, but also in its terrifying endurance and internal organ pumping ability that defy the limits of human physiology.

Two kilometers.

The special forces soldiers' breathing began to become heavy.

Zhu Xun Chuan maintained the same rhythm, not a step more or less, and even the amplitude of his arm swing remained unchanged.