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

The content above consists of only two short lines.

Thank you, Brother Xun Chuan. I felt so fulfilled last night. I will cherish our child, the fruit of our love. Wait for me. Love, Xiao Bai.

boom--

Zhu Xun Chuan felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind, and his expression changed drastically. (ps: Brother Chuan has capsized again. Did he gain or lose this time???)

The first line was still within the realm of what a sea king could handle; it was merely being obsessively infatuated with a yandere. But the four words in the second line—"the fruit of love"—were like a nuclear bomb with explosive destructive power.

Fragments of memories from last night's dream flashed through his mind again. He suddenly realized that during those hours of intense struggle, there was absolutely no sense of protection or barrier.

Complete zero distance.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hand throbbed twice. He quickly searched through the "fishpond files" in his mind.

Gu Qinghan? Xia Wanying? Su Mucheng? Meng Wanqing? Fu Xinghe? Shen Tianxi? Jiang Yao? Pei Yanyu?

No one's name or online name contains the character "白" (bai).

The girl with the high ponytail who was hit on the head only wore a pair of white sneakers and white over-the-knee socks.

"This is fucking bizarre." Zhu Xun Chuan gritted his teeth and quickly got dressed.

If this were to be exposed, it wouldn't be as simple as a social disaster. Imagine if, a few months later, a high school girl, heavily pregnant, showed up at Peking University and told Gu Qinghan, Meng Wanqing, and other top female figures that she was carrying his child…

The image was too vivid; Zhu Xun Chuan felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it. Jiang Yao would skin him alive with a butterfly knife, Shen Tian hope would mobilize military helicopters to strafe him, and Xia Wan Ying would definitely hire someone to dump his body in international waters.

We must find them.

Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed his phone and coat, and strode open the door.

This is a high-end love hotel located two kilometers outside the East Campus of Peking University. The corridors are covered with thick red carpets, and the walls are adorned with suggestive oil paintings.

He took the elevator down to the first-floor lobby and strode towards the front desk.

The female receptionist, who was dozing off, looked up when she heard the noise. When she saw Zhu Xun Chuan's face, which combined roguish charm with a cold demeanor, and his perfectly proportioned figure accentuated by his bespoke suit, her cheeks instantly flushed, and she was wide awake.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?"

Zhu Xun Chuan braced himself on the marble countertop, leaning forward with an imposing air: "Check the top-floor V08 suite. Who booked it? When did they leave?"

The female staff member on duty paused for a moment, her eyes sweeping over the faint red marks on Zhu Xunchuan's face and collar, instantly conjuring up a dramatic scene in her mind.

"I'm sorry, sir, our hotel has a strict confidentiality agreement and we absolutely cannot disclose guests' private information." The female clerk looked troubled, but looking at Zhu Xun Chuan's extremely intimidating face, she still lowered her voice and revealed the truth, "However... that lady paid in full in cash. She left two hours ago."

"What did she say when she left?" Zhu Xun Chuan pressed.

The female clerk blushed even more and stammered, "That lady was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, so we couldn't see her face. When she left, she told us... not to go up and disturb her, saying that you... you worked too hard last night and your back might not be able to take it, so she wanted you to get some more rest. She also left five thousand yuan at the counter, saying it was for your... nutrition expenses."

As she spoke, the female clerk took out a thick red envelope from her drawer and pushed it in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the red envelope, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

They're working way too hard! And they're charging me for nutrition!

Do they really think he's a male model who sells himself?

"No need, keep it as a tip." Zhu Xun Chuan pushed away the red envelope with a dark face and turned to leave.

As he stepped outside the hotel, the cold wind of the early morning helped him calm down a little.

Cash payments, evading real-name registration, wearing masks and hats to avoid surveillance—her modus operandi was shockingly skillful. Coupled with her precise strikes and intense exploitation, this girl named "Xiaobai" was definitely no less dangerous than Lu Nianxi, the one who played with dissections.

Zhu Xun Chuan took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. The pungent smoke filled his lungs, finally suppressing some of the absurdity.

Taxis occasionally drove by on the roadside. He waved one down and gave them the location of the Peking University dormitory area.

It was already 4 a.m. when I got back to dormitory 621.

Pushing open the door, I heard snoring coming from inside the dormitory; Lin Yuan, Lao Zhao, and Monkey were fast asleep. The lingering energy from last night's concert had clearly exhausted these three single guys.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't turn on the light. He took off his coat and quietly climbed into his bed.

As soon as he lay down, the soreness in his lower back returned. He sighed and closed his eyes. Regardless of who this "Little White" was, regardless of whether the "crystallization" was real or fake, he would deal with whatever came his way. The most important thing right now was to recover his strength, because tonight's welcome party would present him with an ultimate battleground comprised of seven top-tier figures.

Exhaustion quickly overwhelmed him.

Zhu Xun Chuan slept very soundly. There were no system notifications, no dreams, only a deep physical recovery.

……

the next day.

The midday sun shone directly onto Zhu Xunchuan's face through the gaps in the dormitory curtains that weren't fully drawn.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The phone next to my pillow started vibrating wildly, as if it were having an epileptic seizure. The WeChat notification sounds came in a dense drumbeat, almost shattering the phone's speaker.

Zhu Xun Chuan frowned, turned over, and habitually reached for his phone.

Before he could even turn on the screen, a deafening roar suddenly erupted outside the window.

Boom—Boom boom!!

That was the roar unique to a twelve-cylinder, large-displacement engine, like an enraged steel beast howling unrestrainedly beneath the Peking University men's dormitory. The explosive sound of the exhaust pipe made the windows of dormitory 621 vibrate and rattle.

"Holy crap! An earthquake?!" Lin Yuan sprang up from the upper bunk opposite him like a zombie, his head slamming hard against the ceiling with a scream.

The monkey and Old Zhao were so frightened that they rolled off the bed.

Boom boom boom!

The roar of the supercar continued, and then a piercing microphone screech pierced through the glass and crashed into the entire boys' dormitory building.

"Feed? Hey! Can you hear me?"

An extremely arrogant, somewhat sickly and irritable, clear female voice boomed from a high-powered loudspeaker downstairs in the dormitory building.

"Brother Zhu Xun Chuan! I'll give you three minutes to get down here! My patience is running out!"

The crisp and arrogant female voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, made the glass windows of dormitory 621 vibrate.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and rubbed his lower back. It ached. It really ached.

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