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

"Too slow."

Zhu Xun Chuan brushed past Zhao Tie Zhu, uttering those three light words, and suddenly sped up.

In the yellow sand, the tall, slender figure in casual pants was like a tireless, precise killing machine, directly tearing apart the formation of the first echelon.

Three kilometers.

Zhu Xunchuan started the ring toss game.

Four kilometers.

He looped Zhao Tiezhu two and a half times.

When Zhu Xunchuan crossed the finish line first and casually tossed his 30-kilogram backpack to the ground, the entire training ground fell into a deathly silence. Only the sounds of the special forces soldiers who followed him across the finish line collapsing to the ground, vomiting violently and gasping for breath.

Zhao Tiezhu crossed the finish line with his legs weak, his hands supporting his knees, staring intently at the man as if he were looking at a monster.

Not a single drop of sweat broke out. Not even a erratic breath was out of control.

Is this the Commander's gigolo?! This is clearly some humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin!

"Is there any water?" Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the shade of a tree and stretched out his hand to the instructor who was staring in disbelief.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a bottle of chilled mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a sip. Then, he slowly pulled out his phone, which had been switched off the night before, from his pocket and pressed the power button.

The moment the screen lit up, the "ding-ding-ding" notification sound was like machine gun fire.

Last night's broken promise has clearly escalated to a breaking point today, leading to a chaotic situation.

With his back against a thick poplar tree, and under the watchful eyes of dozens of special forces soldiers who were on high alert, Zhu Xunchuan began his masterful micro-management of balancing the situation.

The first message was a flash photo sent by Gu Qinghan.

Under the cold light, a pair of long, straight legs wrapped in extremely thin black stockings were crossed under the desk.

The tension of the stockings accentuated the fullness of her thighs, creating a subtle and alluring curve. A single black stiletto heel wobbled precariously from her toes. On the table lay a blank application form for withdrawal from Kyoto University.

This was followed by a message: "Your ten minutes is long enough. If I don't see you by noon today, I'll sign this form for you."

Zhu Xun Chuan stared at the photo of those beautiful legs in black stockings for two seconds, a sly smile playing on his lips. He typed with one hand: "Advisor, those legs remind me of a saying, 'Legs to be admired for years.' Keep the withdrawal form for now; when I get back to school, I'll teach you how to fill it out step by step."

On the other side of the screen, Gu Qinghan, who was in her office at Peking University, saw the words "legs for years" and became so angry that her ears turned red. She immediately slammed the pen she had just bought onto the table, but couldn't help biting her lower lip and replying with a bloody kitchen knife emoji.

Get one sorted out.

Immediately afterward, a cross-border call came in. It was from Xia Wanying.

"Brother Chuan, I'm not in Kyoto right now. You'll have to wait for me to come back. I'm quite busy here in Europe, so remember to miss me." On the other end of the phone, Xia Wanying's voice was cold and ruthless like a business queen, but it showed a hint of dependence only when she was with him.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the mineral water bottle to his forehead to cool down, and smiled slightly: "Of course I'll miss you. Don't be too busy, it will break my heart if you get too tired."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Brother Chuan still cares about me the most." Xia Wanying felt a sweet warmth in her heart. "Where are you? Why can I hear a man's breathing behind me? A plea for mercy?"

"Hey, don't get me wrong! I'm doing special training at the Tianjin Military Region!" Zhu Xunchuan glanced at Zhao Tiezhu, who was still dry heaving not far away. "These rough guys can't handle lung capacity. Wait until I get back, then I'll let you touch my abs to your heart's content."

Xia Wanying's eyes lit up instantly. "Wow, it's a deal! I want to touch your abs! No, you'd better send me a few pictures later!"

"Okay, okay, I'll send it to you right now." Zhu Xun Chuan hung up the phone, lifted his shirt, took a few pictures of his abs and sent them to Xia Wan Ying, making Xia Wan Ying dizzy with admiration.

Before she could even catch her breath after hanging up the phone, Su Mucheng's voice message popped up again.

Her voice was filled with deep grievance: "Brother Chuan... Sister Pei is really making a comeback. I heard she's even going to hold secret casting calls at the Faculty of Arts at Peking University. She liked you so much back then, I'm afraid..."

Pei Yanyu, and even Su Mucheng, could tell something was wrong. The others remained silent. What were they plotting?

Zhu Xun Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly. A Grand Slam Best Actress who treated retiring from the entertainment industry like a game, carrying a script and storming into his stronghold—this was far more difficult to deal with than a hundred special forces soldiers.

But he didn't show the slightest panic on WeChat. Instead, he pressed the voice message button, his tone a mix of languidness and domineering: "What are you afraid of? Even if she's an Oscar-winning actress, can she meow as loudly as my little wildcat?"

Three seconds later, Su Mucheng replied with a message, her words brimming with a coquettish charm: 【You're so annoying… I'll get that nurse's uniform with the tail tonight, so come home early.】

Under the blazing sun, yellow sand swirled in the air.

The air on the training field seemed to be on fire.

Under the shade of the trees, Zhu Xun Chuan held a bottle of mineral water in one hand and his fingers flew across the keyboard with the other, creating an atmosphere of decadent luxury in this extremely hardcore military stronghold. The composure, relaxation, and even the occasional ambiguous smile on his face were seen as extremely malicious provocation by the special forces soldiers around him.

"Bang!"

A military-grade Mitsubishi dagger, whistling sharply, pierced the poplar tree trunk near Zhu Xunchuan's ear, sinking deep into the wood. The ring at the end was still trembling violently.

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped typing and lifted his eyelids.

Zhao Tiezhu, shirtless, his chest heaving, strode to the shade of a tree. His face was ashen, his eyes fixed on the phone in Zhu Xunchuan's hand.

"This is a special forces company! Not a nightclub for rich kids like you to flirt with girls!" Zhao Tiezhu pointed at the military dagger, his voice as deep and furious as a raging beast. "You're definitely a freak when it comes to running, I admit defeat. But soldiers rely on their killing skills!"

The surrounding veterans swarmed around, their eyes rekindling with fighting spirit. "If we can't outrun you, surely we can beat you in a fight!"

"Pretty boy, do you dare to fight me for real?" Zhao Tiezhu clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking.

Faced with this almost tangible killing intent, Zhu Xunchuan slowly locked his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"system."

He silently recited it in his mind.

[Ding! High concentration of hostility and worship value detected. Current worship value balance: 215,000]

[Spend 20,000 Respect Points to exchange for 'Advanced Military Combat Killing Skill Specialization'!]

[Spend 30,000 Respect Points to exchange for 'Absolute Gun Perception and Shooting Mastery'!]

Two massive and ruthless muscle memories and fighting instincts instantly surged into his limbs and bones like an electric current. Those terrifying techniques—capturing an enemy in one move, snapping a throat, and disarming someone with bare hands—were deeply imprinted in his neurons.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head, stretched out two slender fingers, and grasped the Mitsubishi military dagger stuck in the tree trunk.

"Zheng—"

With a casual flick of his wrist, he effortlessly pulled out the deeply embedded military dagger.

He lightly flicked the cold blade with his fingertip, producing a crisp hum. Then, he raised his head, and a chilling, maniacal laugh curled onto his fair and handsome face.

That was the ultimate contempt that superiors showed to ants.

"A serious competition?"

Zhu Xun Chuan casually tossed the dagger into the yellow sand at his feet and beckoned to Zhao Tie Zhu with his finger.

"Close combat, or live-fire shooting? Let's not waste time." Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze swept over the 120 fierce special forces soldiers around him, his tone extremely arrogant. "You can also choose to come at me all at once."