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

Replying to Shen Tianxi: "Little princess, stop fooling around. Meng Wanqing was just going through the motions. You stay in the first row and watch me obediently. I'll only hug you after the party. If you dare to cause trouble, I won't let you up there anymore."

Shen Tianxi immediately replied with a sad cat emoji, captioned "Then you have to look at me more often."

As for Jiang Yao, Pei Yanyu, and Fu Xinghe, Zhu Xun Chuan handled them with ease, drawing up tailor-made promises for each of them and winning over these powerful women.

A potentially devastating battleground was abruptly dissolved by his few illogical raunchy jokes and extreme emotions.

"Alright, the equipment is almost set up, you two shouldn't stand here in the cold wind." Zhu Xun Chuan put away his phone, dusted off his hands, and made a gesture to shoo them away.

"I'll take you back to your dorm." Xia Wanying and Su Mucheng said almost in unison.

The spark that the two girls had just extinguished was showing signs of reigniting. Xia Wanying pointed to the Rolls-Royce Phantom in the distance, while Su Mucheng glanced at the nanny van that drove into the campus.

"No need." Zhu Xun Chuan refused decisively, lying without batting an eye, "I just got a call from Lin Yuan. That bastard said he got scammed out of 800 yuan in an online romance and is threatening to jump off the top bunk. As a brother, I have to rush back and stop this tragedy. A woman can wait until tomorrow, but a brother gone is truly gone."

After saying that, Zhu Xun Chuan didn't give them any time to react and turned to leave. His back view was both dashing and hurried, as if he were truly a loyal roommate who would go to great lengths for his brothers.

He left two beautiful and powerful women standing there, staring at each other as he walked away.

"Scumbag." Xia Wanying pushed up her sunglasses, but couldn't help but smile.

"He's a bad boy." Su Mucheng stomped her foot, her pleated skirt swaying in a beautiful wave, but her face was full of sweet helplessness.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked out of the playground in one breath, breaking free from the protection and sight of all forces.

The autumn evening breeze dispelled the scent of various high-end perfumes emanating from him. He walked along a somewhat secluded, tree-lined path in the eastern part of Peking University toward his dormitory, rubbing his slightly swollen temples.

"Damn it, living off a woman is more tiring than fighting a war," Zhu Xun Chuan muttered to himself.

But undeniably, the feeling of navigating between multiple top beauties and controlling the overall situation is exhilarating and addictive. He currently holds a hand strong enough to dominate Kyoto.

Just as he was planning how to perfectly end this ultimate battleground the next night, a very soft and delicate cry suddenly came from the depths of the shade of the trees ahead.

"oops--"

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried a hint of sorrow that was impossible to ignore.

Zhu Xun Chuan paused. Looking up, he saw a female classmate in a pure white dress about ten steps ahead, who had fallen softly onto the asphalt road covered with fallen leaves, like a feather blown away by the wind.

A tree-lined path in the East Campus of Kyoto University.

The streetlights were old and in disrepair, their dim light filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the asphalt.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

That soft cry of "Oh dear!" sounded particularly abrupt in the night wind.

Zhu Xunchuan stopped in his tracks.

Three meters ahead, a girl in a pure white dress lay sprawled on the ground. The hem of her dress billowed up with the fall, revealing a large expanse of her unadorned, fair thigh. Following her slender ankles down, she wore a pair of clean, flat shoes.

The girl braced herself on the ground with both hands, her long hair falling down and covering half of her face. Her shoulders shrugged slightly, and she made intermittent, soft hissing sounds.

If it were a naive freshman, his adrenaline would have already surged, and he would have rushed over to offer comfort and care, staging a clichéd hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama.

But Zhu Xunchuan stood still.

His hands were still in his trouser pockets, and his toes were slightly turned out, a fighting stance that allowed him to pull back at any moment.

He still remembered Lu Nianxi's yandere, twisted basement. Back then, it was just a bottle of mineral water that almost turned him into a preserved specimen.

Both wore white dresses and both looked frail and delicate.

Trying to trick him a second time with the same tactics?

"Hey classmate," Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at the white-clad figure, his tone laced with casual mockery, "Trying to scam me? There are no security cameras on this stretch of road. This suit of mine is worth 200,000 yuan; if you get it even slightly dirty, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself."

Upon hearing this, the girl on the ground visibly stiffened.

She seemed to have never expected to encounter such a cold-blooded scumbag who didn't play by the rules at all.

"I...I twisted my ankle." The girl looked up.

It was a pitiful face, her eyes red-rimmed, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. She bit her lower lip and reached out a pale hand to Zhu Xun Chuan, "Could you... help me up? I can't get up."

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a sense of unguarded dependence.

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

He took two steps forward, his leather shoes making a soft crunching sound as they stepped on the fallen leaves.

"You twisted your ankle, didn't you?" Zhu Xun Chuan stopped half a meter away from the girl and bent down.

A barely perceptible hint of triumph flashed in the girl's eyes.

Just as Zhu Xun Chuan was about to reach out, the girl on the ground suddenly raised her head. Her originally pitiful face instantly turned ferocious, and her right hand flashed out from under her wide skirt, pulling out a black metal cylinder.

High-pressure pepper spray doesn't contain ordinary pepper spray, but rather a high-concentration military-grade stun-inducing drug that is not available on the market.

laugh--

Thick white smoke, fan-shaped, shot directly at Zhu Xun Chuan's face. The distance was too close, the angle too tricky, it was almost an inescapable dead end.

The girl's lips began to curl upwards.

But the next second, her smile froze completely on her face.

The white smoke dissipated.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even blink, his breathing steady, looking down at her.

The hellish week training at the Dragon Fang Special Forces Base, combined with the system's [Poison Resistance] buff, made him completely immune to this level of sedatives.

"The acting was too exaggerated, and the props were of poor quality."

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes turned cold. He pulled his right hand out of his trouser pocket and delivered a powerful, heavy blow to the back of his hand.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed along the tree-lined path.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hand struck the girl's wrist, which was holding the spray bottle, with pinpoint accuracy. The immense force caused the metal cylinder to instantly veer off course.

laugh--

The remaining half-can of highly concentrated sedative was sprayed all over the girl's face.

Before the girl could even scream, her eyes rolled back, her legs kicked, and she collapsed into the pile of fallen leaves, completely unconscious.

Zhu Xun Chuan clapped his hands, took out his phone, and prepared to call Gu Qinghan to have the city police come and take the woman away for questioning. To dare to act directly on the Peking University campus, and even bring sedatives, the mastermind behind it is definitely not simple.