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

Two fragrant breezes, one from the left and one from the right, approached forcefully.

Xia Wanying, wearing red-soled high heels and a dark red haute couture suit, pressed her alluring body against him, her cold, beautiful eyes behind large sunglasses sweeping over the folder.

On the other side, Su Mucheng also moved closer without any hesitation. Her long, white legs, which seemed to glow under her pleated skirt, were almost touching Zhu Xunchuan's trousers. As soon as her innocent face came close, her eyes changed instantly.

"Executive Vice Principal?" Xia Wanying's red lips curled into a dangerously cold smile, her gaze scraping across the black and white text like a knife. "She's a vice principal in charge of administration, and she's quite agile. Dancing the tango? What, can't she stretch her old arms and legs out in the office?"

The richest woman's jealousy is simple, brutal, and carries an undisguised desire to crush others with money.

Su Mucheng wasn't that assertive, but the top-tier pop star was best at using subtle tactics. She raised her pure, delicate face, her large eyes quickly filling with tears, and reached out her slender white hand to grab Zhu Xunchuan's sleeve, gently shaking it.

"Brother Chuan, I want to cut in line too." Su Mucheng bit her lower lip, her voice soft yet stubborn. "I'm a special guest at this party. I was originally only supposed to sing one opening song, but now I feel I need an intermission segment. And it has to be you dancing for me."

Two women, one the head of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, the other the object of countless fans' affections. At this moment, one on the left and one on the right, their long, black-stockinged legs and fair, jade-like legs intertwined, creating a breathtaking scene under the setting sun—a veritable battlefield of envy that would make every male student in the school vomit blood.

But before Zhu Xun Chuan could speak, his suit pocket suddenly started vibrating wildly, as if a time bomb had been placed inside.

hum!hum!hum!

When I took out my phone, the message notifications on the screen looked like a harem awards ceremony.

Gu Qinghan sent a WeChat message, every punctuation mark exuding icy coldness: "I've seen the final program list. As your advisor and the party's discipline supervisor, I must be present for the student-teacher interaction segment. I'll go up and get the microphone for you for tomorrow night's recitation."

Immediately afterwards, with a "ding," Shen Tianxi's video call came in.

Zhu Xun Chuan reacted quickly, hanging up the phone without changing his expression in front of the two women next to him, and then switching to voice message.

"Husband!" Shen Tianxi's sickly yet sweet voice leaked from the receiver. She was clearly in the military compound; the shouts of the guards could even be heard in the background. "I don't care! Why should that Principal Meng dance with you! I've already asked Grandpa to put pressure on the Peking University Education Department. Tomorrow night I'm sitting in the front row, and you have to come down from the stage and present me with flowers!"

Before Zhu Xun Chuan could convert the voice message to text, Jiang Yao sent a ten-second voice message. Upon listening, there was no speaking, only the terrifying roar of motorcycles revving through the streets. It ended with only a cold, impersonal text message: "Tomorrow night at seven, I'm bringing people to 'show my support' outside the venue. You decide what to do."

A Weibo post also popped up, joining the fray: [Breaking News! Retired actress Pei Yanyu posts on Weibo: Returning to the Peking University stage tomorrow night, looking forward to acting alongside "someone" again.]

Finally, a WeChat message with an elegant, classical feel slowly appeared on the screen. It was from Fu Xinghe: "Bright moon and gentle breeze, a beautiful night and lovely scenery. Shall we paint ink paintings together at the gala tomorrow night?"

Seven forces, seven top-tier beauties, are like seven gentle knives pressed against Zhu Xunchuan's waist, each one deadly.

An autumn breeze swept across the playground, carrying with it the scents of Xia Wanting's rosemary, Su Mucheng's sweet cherry blossoms, and the menacing aura emanating from a cell phone. An ordinary guy would probably have had a stroke on the spot by now.

But who is Zhu Xun Chuan? He's a man with a top-tier system who has experienced life-or-death battles. He even found it a bit thrilling.

"Ding, seven Shura Fields have been detected. The host's Hormone Intimidation Aura is automatically operating at its maximum capacity."

Zhu Xun Chuan stuffed his phone into his pocket, his face showing no sign of panic, but instead revealing that roguish smile that women both love and hate.

He first looked to his right. His right hand naturally fell down, and in the blind spot of his vision, he grabbed Su Mucheng's soft, boneless little hand.

Su Mucheng made a symbolic struggle.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed his thumb directly into her palm and gently tickled it twice. This subtle gesture, carrying an extremely explicit implication, made Su Mu Cheng tremble violently, and her fair cheeks instantly flushed red.

"Good boy." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his voice and said in a magnetic voice that only the two of them could hear, "You are the face of the whole party, and the opening theme song is definitely yours. Everyone else is just joining in the fun, you are the big star. Wait for me backstage after your performance tomorrow night, I'll come and 'remove your makeup' separately."

He emphasized the words "remove makeup" heavily. Su Mucheng's mind flashed back to certain scenes in the dressing room on the day of the concert, and her ears turned as red as if they were about to bleed.

She bit her lip, glared at him with her watery eyes, and all her grievances had long been washed away by his lewd words. She obediently let go of his hand.

Having dealt with the right side, Zhu Xunchuan turned to face Xia Wanting, who was exuding a powerful aura on the left.

To deal with this kind of aloof female CEO, simply coaxing her won't work; you need to take drastic measures.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a half-step forward, using his tall frame to block the view of the surrounding staff. He lowered his head, his lips almost touching Xia Wan Ying's earlobe, his warm breath spraying onto the nape of her neck without reservation.

"Tango is an old people's sport, how can it compare to President Xia's beauty?" Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze brazenly swept down her deep V neckline. "I didn't see clearly under the tree earlier, but does your black silk lingerie have hidden clasps? After the party tomorrow night, I'm going to your big apartment to personally check your 'internal accounts'."

Xia Wanying froze. She was in charge of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, ruthless and decisive; who would dare utter such treacherous words to her?

But the fact that these words came from Zhu Xun Chuan's mouth, combined with his extremely aggressive male hormones, made her feel weak in the knees like never before.

Through her suit jacket, she pinched Zhu Xun Chuan's waist hard, her red lips parted slightly, and she gritted her teeth: "You bastard, I bet you'll die in a woman's belly sooner or later. Tomorrow night at midnight, if you're even a minute late, I'll cripple you."

Although she spoke harshly, the icy killing intent in Xia Wanying's eyes had completely melted away, transforming into a kind of alluring anticipation.

The offline crisis was averted. Zhu Xun Chuan, with his hands in his pockets, took the opportunity of turning around to check the audio equipment to dazzle his fingers on his phone screen, executing a series of online micro-operations.

Reply to Gu Qinghan: "Teacher Gu, there are too many people on stage. As soon as the party ends tomorrow night, I'll come to your office to give you a private report on my 'practical experience.' Remember, wear those glittery black stockings, and don't lock the door."

Gu Qinghan replied with a "Get lost" instantly, but Zhu Xunchuan knew that he could enter that door without knocking tomorrow night.

P.S.: As usual, I'll draw one lucky winner to receive 52 RMB. I wish all candidates the best of luck in their exams, success in the imperial examinations, and a bright future ahead.