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

He picked up a plain black shirt from the bedside table, put it on, and put on a baseball cap. As soon as he made a slightly larger movement, a strong protest came from the end of his lumbar spine.

He walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed some cold water on his face. He tidied his hair in front of the mirror, the gauze on the back of his head mostly covered by his slightly longer, wispy hair.

They pushed open the dormitory door. Lin Yuan, Monkey, and Lao Zhao all pressed themselves against the window, looking down, their bodies trembling violently.

In the corridor, a group of boys craned their necks and peered over the railing.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood with his hands in his pockets, controlling his muscles. His steps were steady, and his landings were solid. He couldn't let anyone see that his legs were weak.

They walked to the lobby on the first floor. The usually fierce-looking dormitory supervisor was huddled in a corner of the duty room, her eyes fixed on the floor tiles. Several boys walked close to the wall as they passed by, their eyes filled with fear and awe as they looked at Zhu Xun Chuan.

Outside the dormitory building gate.

A matte silver Ferrari Purosangue was parked across the middle of the road. It's unclear when, but Miss Jiang has changed to a new car again. Coincidentally, the license plate number is 京C·XC520, and the car body completely blocks the entrance and exit lane.

What bothered Miss Jiang was that the license plate numbers she had been thinking about for a long time were all taken, including those with the license plates 京A and 京B. So she could only choose the 京C license plate XC520.

Jiang Yao leaned against the car door.

She wore an extremely tight black motorcycle leather jacket. The metal zipper was only zipped up to three inches below her chest, and the stiff texture of the leather jacket completely accentuated her amazing curves.

Tight leather pants hugged her long, powerful legs, and she wore a pair of black Martin boots with a metallic style.

She was wearing a pair of large black sunglasses and carrying a red and white megaphone in her left hand.

The area within 50 meters was surrounded by students, and no one dared to approach.

Zhu Xunchuan walked down the steps.

When Jiang Yao saw him, she casually tossed the horn into the back seat and yanked open the passenger door.

"Get in the car." The voice was cold and hard.

Zhu Xunchuan got into the passenger seat.

Jiang Yao walked around the front of the car and strode into the driver's seat. She slammed the car door shut with a bang.

The car was filled with a strong, wild, sweet, and highly aggressive scent of rose perfume.

Jiang Yao took off her sunglasses and tossed them onto the center console. She turned to the side, her right hand reaching directly to Zhu Xun Chuan's side, precisely pinching the soft flesh of his waist through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"You've gotten so capable! Where were you last night? Your phone was off, and you didn't reply to my WeChat messages!" Jiang Yao demanded angrily.

This pinch struck precisely at the most vulnerable and empty nerve node in Zhu Xun Chuan's body, which had been drained dry all night.

Zhu Xun Chuan gasped, instinctively shrinking back into his seat.

"Ouch—it hurts."

His voice betrayed his obvious weakness, and a fine layer of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Jiang Yao was stunned. She knew the strength of her hand; normally, Zhu Xun Chuan wouldn't even flinch at that level of force.

She keenly noticed the abnormality. Zhu Xun Chuan's face was pale, his eyes showed deep fatigue, and even his breathing was not as steady as usual.

She leaned closer, her gaze traveling up his neck before suddenly stopping on the stray hairs behind his ear.

A small section of white medical tape was visible behind the hat.

Jiang Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately released his waist with her fingers, gently brushing aside the hair on the back of his head.

A tightly wrapped piece of gauze was revealed, with a trace of dried dark red blood seeping from the edge of the gauze.

The murderous aura emanating from the underworld heiress vanished instantly.

"What happened to your head?" Jiang Yao's voice completely changed, and her eyes were noticeably red.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his leather seat. He knew Jiang Yao's personality well; this woman was ruthless and quick-tempered in public, but stubborn and unyielding in private. Once her weakness was touched, even the most hardened steel would instantly turn into a soft, yielding touch.

He reached out and grasped Jiang Yao's small hand, which was hovering in mid-air. It was soft and boneless, with a slight coolness in its fingertips.

He pulled her hand over and placed it flat on his left chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I dreamt about you all last night." Zhu Xun Chuan stared into her eyes, his voice deep and magnetic. "When I woke up this morning, you were all I could think about. I was running downstairs in such a hurry that I tripped and fell, hitting my head on the steps. My phone died too."

illogical excuses and cheesy, overused pickup lines.

But with his extremely lethal face and his current weak yet affectionate posture, his lethality is off the charts.

Jiang Yao looked at him. Two blushes rose visibly on her cheeks, spreading all the way to her neck, even tinging the patch of white skin peeking out from under her leather jacket with a charming pink hue.

"Are you stupid?!" Jiang Yao bit her lower lip, her voice incredibly soft and sweet. "Don't you know where you're going downstairs?! Doesn't it hurt?"

"Seeing you makes the pain go away." Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a roguish smile as he gently rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand.

Jiang Yao gave him a playful glare. She leaned down, brought her red lips close to the gauze on the back of his head, and gently blew on it twice.

Warm breaths brushed against Zhu Xunchuan's neck.

"I'll take you to the hospital for a CT scan." Jiang Yao sat up straight and reached for the start button.

"No need." Zhu Xun Chuan pressed down on the back of her hand. "Go to the East Campus playground. There's a welcome party tonight. If I don't show up, the mess at school won't be resolved."

Jiang Yao frowned, her eyes filled with worry.

"It's really nothing. A kiss from you is more effective than any magic medicine." Zhu Xun Chuan continued to demonstrate his traditional shamelessness.

Jiang Yao's face flushed even more. She glanced at the male college students still craning their necks to watch outside the car window, gritted her teeth, and leaned forward abruptly. Her red lips pressed heavily against Zhu Xun Chuan's cheek.

"Hold on tight." Jiang Yao pushed off with her feet.

The Ferrari Purosangue roared to life, its tires screeching on the asphalt before speeding away.

Zhu Xun Chuan watched the dormitory building recede into the distance in the rearview mirror and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A bowl of duck soup brought him back to life. Not only did it perfectly defuse the crisis of being checked up on, but it also conveniently covered up the painful truth of being physically overdrawn last night.

The car sped along, and ten minutes later, it came to an abrupt stop beside the tree-lined path outside the main sports field of Peking University's East Campus.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked ahead through the windshield, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily twice.

Most of the playground is completely paralyzed.

Seven hours before the official start of the welcome party, the venue was completely packed.

Thousands of fans holding various support signs completely surrounded the outer perimeter. Dozens of broadcast vans from major media outlets were parked in the open space, and cameras and microphones were set up at every high point in the stands.

This is not the setup for a university gala; it's more like a red carpet event at an international film festival.

"How can it be so exaggerated?" Jiang Yao lowered the car window halfway.

"As expected." Zhu Xun Chuan unbuckled his seatbelt. "Su Mu Cheng is a top-tier pop star, and Pei Yan Yu is a Grand Slam Best Actress who just made her comeback. If these two were on stage together, half of the paparazzi in the entertainment industry would go crazy. Not to mention that the sponsor of this gala is Xia Wan Ying from Dinghe Group."

Jiang Yao turned her head and stared into Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes: "You're on that show tonight with them too?"

Zhu Xunchuan keenly sensed the sour smell permeating the air.

"I'm in charge of the final poetry recitation," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly, changing the subject. He absolutely couldn't mention the tango at this moment, much less that his dance partner was Meng Wan Qing, or Jiang Yao would probably break the steering wheel off the car and smash it over his head.

"Hmph." Jiang Yao snorted coldly, "None of the women you've messed with at school are easy to deal with. You better watch out, or you might get played to death one day without even knowing it."

Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed his sore lower back. He thought to himself that he had almost been played to death last night.

"Let's go, I'll take you backstage." Jiang Yao opened the car door.

With the eldest daughter of the Jiang family leading the way, there was no need to squeeze through the crowd. Jiang Yao made a gesture, and two burly bodyguards in black appeared from nowhere, forcefully carving a path through the enthusiastic fan crowd to the VIP entrance.

Zhu Xunchuan and Jiang Yao passed through the security checkpoint and headed to the temporary rest area behind the stage.

The rest area is made up of a row of huge white military-grade tents, with a red carpet on the ground.

Jiang Yao affectionately linked arms with Zhu Xun Chuan. The two had just reached the door of the No. 1 lounge.

A pair of straight, long legs stepped out from behind the lounge door without warning, firmly blocking their path.

Her legs were encased in ultra-thin 15D black stockings. The black threads clung to every inch of her skin, exuding a deadly coldness and absolute asceticism. She wore a pair of pointed-toe stilettos.

Following the black stockings upwards, there is a perfectly tailored black slim-fit suit.

Gu Qinghan held a program in one hand, his signature gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Her icy gaze first fell on Jiang Yao's arm, which was tightly clasped around Zhu Xun Chuan's arm, lingered for two seconds, and then slowly moved upwards, locking onto Zhu Xun Chuan's face.

"Zhu, classmate." Gu Qinghan's voice was unusually cold, carrying the oppressive feeling of a dean of students preparing for a one-on-one interrogation. "It's 1:15 PM now. You're a full five hours late for our agreed-upon final rehearsal time."

She extended her index finger and gently pushed up the frame of her glasses. A cold, gleaming light flashed across the lens.

"Should I, as a discipline inspector, give you a major demerit?"