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

Zhu Xun Chuan took the cigarette out of his mouth.

He turned to the side, suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned most of his body over the center console, directly onto the passenger seat.

A strong aura of male hormones instantly enveloped Fu Xinghe.

Fu Xinghe was startled, instinctively shrinking back until her back pressed tightly against the leather seat. She opened her clear, beautiful eyes wide, staring at the sharply defined face so close to hers, her breathing instantly becoming erratic.

"What...what are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained silent.

His face drew closer until the tip of his nose almost touched her cheek. Fu Xinghe closed her eyes nervously, her long eyelashes trembling anxiously.

Just when she thought he was about to kiss her.

Click.

A crisp sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hand reached over her waist and pressed on the buckle of the passenger seatbelt.

"Let me loosen your seatbelt, it's too tight and uncomfortable." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep, with a hint of roguishness.

Fu Xinghe suddenly opened her eyes, her cheeks as red as ripe peaches. She knew she'd been tricked and, embarrassed and annoyed, tried to push him away: "Zhu Xunchuan, you're so boring..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhu Xun Chuan twisted his wrist and braced himself against the back of the chair next to her cheek.

He leaned down, his thin lips close to her crystal-clear earlobe.

The hot air sprayed onto Fu Xinghe's sensitive neck skin.

"Of all the waters in the world, only my bright moon can sit in my passenger seat."

Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was very low, with an irresistible magnetism and domineering quality.

boom.

The tension that had been building in Fu Xinghe's mind snapped instantly.

The poise of a socialite and the reserve of a specially appointed professor crumbled before this incredibly tantalizing love confession. She bit her red lips, her eyes darting around, the jealousy in them replaced by a surge of intense emotion, completely transforming into a pool of spring water.

Zhu Xunchuan stopped there, got back into the driver's seat, and started the car.

Fu Xinghe was left alone in the passenger seat, his face flushed, trying to catch his breath.

That night, some people were sleepless, some were secretly pleased, and some were plotting.

……

The next morning.

The autumn sun pierced through the morning mist and shone on the campus of Kyoto University.

Male dormitory area, room 621.

Zhu Xunchuan was still asleep when he was awakened by a deafening noise from downstairs.

Lin Yuan, Monkey, and Old Zhao, shirtless, leaned against the balcony railing, their eyes wide like saucers, gasping in astonishment.

Holy crap!

"Godfather! Wake up! Something terrible has happened!"

Lin Yuan rushed back into the room, yanked off Zhu Xunchuan's blanket, his voice trembling.

Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed his temples, sat up, and asked irritably, "What's wrong?"

"Downstairs! Downstairs is blocked!"

Zhu Xunchuan walked to the balcony and looked down.

The once spacious dormitory building was now completely blocked by dozens of black Mercedes-Benz vans. Outside, a dense crowd of media reporters stood, their cameras and microphones forming a wall.

At the very front of the van, at the entrance to the dormitory building.

A woman dressed in a sizzling burgundy haute couture gown and high heels was ignoring the dormitory supervisor's attempts to stop her, and was barging into the building with several bodyguards in black, exuding an aura of dominance.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a crazy yet cold smile on her stunningly beautiful face.

Pei Yanyu!

This Grand Slam Best Actress, who had just made a strong comeback after a two-year hiatus, actually led the media straight to men's dormitory 621 early in the morning!

The atmosphere in the male dormitory area of ​​Peking University was already at its peak in the early morning.

After Lin Yuan threw off the covers, Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the balcony in his slippers, leaned on the railing with one hand, and looked down.

Downstairs, it was like a movie premiere with an exaggerated setup. Twelve black Mercedes-Benz vans lined up, completely blocking the main road in front of dormitory 621. Temporary police tape was set up around the perimeter, and more than thirty burly bodyguards wearing headsets and dressed in black formed a human wall to keep out students and media who had come after hearing the news.

The flashes from cameras and microphones were so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

At the very center of the wall of bodyguards, the door of a Maybach with a license plate consisting entirely of 8s was open. Pei Yanyu leaned against the car door.

Today, she wore a striking burgundy haute couture gown with a slit that reached her upper thigh, revealing a perfectly sculpted, long, white leg. She wore black stilettos, her nail-painted toes languidly touching the ground. Oversized sunglasses covered most of her face, but couldn't conceal her wildly eccentric and aloof queen-like aura.

The dormitory supervisor, who usually berates students who are even a minute late, was now clutching a broom, huddled behind the glass door, barely daring to breathe.

"Brother Chuan, what on earth did you do to deserve this...?" Monkey swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "That's Pei Yanyu! The Grand Slam Best Actress! What's she doing bringing so many people to block our men's dorm? Catching them in the act?"

"Get lost, don't talk nonsense." Zhu Xun Chuan withdrew his gaze, his tone calm and without a trace of emotion.

He knew Pei Yanyu too well. This woman had worked her way up in the entertainment industry, and deep down she possessed an extreme possessiveness and a strong desire to perform.

She made such a big fuss to assert her dominance in front of the entire internet, to completely strip him of his "Number One Campus Heartthrob of Peking University" persona and replace it with the label of "Pei Yanyu's Go-to Male Lead".

If he goes downstairs now, within three minutes, dozens of long-lens cameras will be shoved in his face, and they'll even find out what color underwear he wore last night.

Zhu Xunchuan turned and walked into the dormitory, opened the wardrobe, and casually pulled out a black windbreaker and put it on.

"Lin Yuan, the three of you stay in the dorm. No matter who knocks on the door, just say I left at seven in the morning." Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his phone and car keys from the table, his movements swift and decisive.

"Where are you going?" Lin Yuan was stunned.

"Go lay low for a while."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't go through the main entrance. He pushed open the window at the end of the second-floor washroom, glanced at the red brick wall covered with ivy below, gently braced himself on the windowsill, and slid down the rusty drainpipe like a nimble cat, landing steadily in the bushes behind the dormitory building.

Avoiding the noise at the front gate, he strolled along the tree-lined path all the way to the North Campus.

Ten minutes later, the door to the old professor's office in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was pushed open.

"Oh dear, Zhu, why do you look so pale?" The old professor, who was brewing goji berry tea, was startled.

Zhu Xun Chuan clutched his chest with one hand, his brows furrowed slightly, a thin layer of sweat still clinging to his forehead from his earlier run. His voice was weak: "Professor, I've been experiencing heart palpitations since last night, and my chest feels so tight I can't breathe. I really couldn't get up this morning, so I'm thinking of getting a sick leave to go to the city hospital for a full checkup."

The old professor often drank the fine tea that Zhu Xunchuan sent him, and given that Zhu Xunchuan's current appearance was indeed "pitiful," he took out a leave slip from his drawer without saying a word.

"Panics accompanied by paroxysmal arrhythmia; rest and follow-up examination for three days are recommended." The old professor wrote down his diagnosis in a long and eloquent manner and stamped it with his red seal.

Zhu Xun Chuan accepted the leave slip, thanked him, and casually swiped a can of unopened premium Biluochun tea from the corner of the table before turning and leaving the office.

I took out my phone, took a picture of the leave slip, and sent it to the 621 dormitory group chat.

[Zhu Xun Chuan: Show this to the person downstairs.]

At this moment, downstairs in the boys' dormitory building.

Director Li, the chief director of the TV series "Two Years of Online Romance," was standing at the dormitory manager's door, sweating profusely and holding a megaphone. He was known in the industry for his fiery temper, but in front of Pei Yanyu, he was as obedient as an assistant.

"Ms. Pei, we've checked. The people in room 621 said that Mr. Zhu suddenly felt unwell this morning and went to the hospital." Director Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nervously handed the screenshot sent by Lin Yuan to Pei Yanyu.

The flashes from the surrounding cameras intensified. The media reporters pricked up their ears, ready to capture the moment when the fiery-tempered actress erupted in anger.

A top-tier production team, billions in investment, and live streaming across the entire internet. The male lead actually stood up the entire crew, trying to fob them off with a flimsy sick leave certificate.

Who could tolerate this?