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

Faced with Director Wang's humble and desperate pleas, Zhu Xun Chuan smiled nonchalantly.

He didn't accept the astronomical contract with a guaranteed eight-figure sum. Instead, he casually picked up the name tag that read "Special Observer for Amateurs" and hung it on the zipper of his black windbreaker.

"Alright, let's give her face," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly.

Su Mucheng's eyes lit up instantly, like a little girl who had finally gotten candy. Without any hesitation, she took Zhu Xunchuan's arm and excitedly pulled him toward the observation room.

Director Wang was overjoyed, almost kneeling down in excitement. With such a top-tier celebrity and enigmatic figure in charge, the show's ratings are guaranteed!

The observation room was decorated with great care and warmth. A large, long coffee table was placed in front of the U-shaped sofa, which could completely cover the lower bodies of the guests.

The spotlight came on, and recording officially began.

In the video, Su Mucheng sits gracefully, her pure white floral dress accentuating her sweet and innocent smile, perfectly matching her "national first love" persona.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat next to her. Although he was just a specially invited amateur observer, his upright posture, which had been tempered by the hellish week of the Dragon Fang Special Forces, and the aura of a superior who had been cultivated by long-term interaction with the top elite circles, made the several popular male stars sitting in the same row pale in comparison. It was as if he was the only protagonist in the whole room.

However, under the coffee table, where hundreds of staff members are watching but dozens of cameras cannot see, lies a completely different scene.

Su Mucheng was wearing a pair of white strappy high-heeled sandals today. Not long after the recording started, she secretly kicked off her high heels under the table while adjusting her posture.

A small foot, encased in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, with a slightly warm touch, silently slipped along the edge of Zhu Xun Chuan's trousers. The translucent toes, through the thin fabric, playfully and teasingly brushed against the inside of his calf.

This kind of secret interaction in front of the camera, under the spotlight of thousands of people, carries an extreme sense of immorality and excitement. If it were an ordinary boy, he would probably be sweating profusely and unable to speak properly.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained calm, his deep eyes fixed on the large screen in front of him, as if he were watching the program intently. But his left hand, precisely reaching down in his blind spot, grabbed the troublesome little foot in the stocking.

Su Mucheng trembled slightly, her sweet smile in front of the camera almost crumbling. She dared not struggle forcefully, and could only let Zhu Xunchuan's broad, warm hands gently caress the insteps and soles of her feet. A tingling current surged through her body from her toes, and even her ears flushed a faint pink.

On the big screen, a series of "industrial sweetener" romantic date clips deliberately created by ordinary guests were playing. The man was reciting domineering CEO lines in a greasy manner, and the scene was so awkward that it made people want to dig their toes into the ground.

As Su Mucheng discussed the plot with Zhu Xunchuan, she leaned slightly forward, almost pressing her entire body against his shoulder.

Her breath was sweet and fragrant, carrying a faint scent of peaches. Her red lips almost brushed against his earlobe as she whispered in a sweet, cloying voice, "So fake, your acting is so stiff. You're always so good to me, brother. I only like the sweetness you give me..."

This combination of innocence and allure, purity mixed with extreme seduction, is enough to kill a man.

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled softly and gently tickled the sole of her foot as a warning.

Just then, Zhu Xun Chuan's phone vibrated twice in his pocket.

He took out his phone with his right hand and opened WeChat with one hand. In the pinned chat window, the profile picture labeled "Professor Fu" was flashing.

Upon clicking, I saw a photo. It was an overhead shot of a spacious, brightly lit lecture hall in the Faculty of Letters at Peking University, taken from the podium. The seat in the very center of the first row, reserved for Zhu Xunchuan, was empty.

Immediately afterwards, a text message filled with extreme coldness and resentment arrived.

[Professor Fu: Zhu Xun Chuan, you lied about having a sudden heart attack this morning to ask for leave, but now you've skipped class to be a dating reality show observer at the suburban film studio. What kind of literary genre are you researching?]

Even through the screen, Zhu Xunchuan could almost smell the sour vinegar emanating from that aloof and dignified daughter of the municipal party secretary and specially appointed professor at Peking University.

Pei Yanyu's farcical livestream outside the dormitory this morning, and the news of him immediately visiting Su Mucheng on set, have probably already been all over the trending topics. Fu Xinghe's restraint in only sending a message to check up on her during class, befitting his privileged upbringing, is already an extreme example of self-control.

This kind of extreme spatial tension and chaotic environment is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But who is Zhu Xunchuan?

Holding his phone in one hand, surrounded by Su Mucheng's sweet embrace and the rubbing of her silk-stockinged feet under the table, he effortlessly typed a message blindly with one hand, replying instantly.

[To Xun Chuan: A day apart feels like three autumns. My trip out to gather inspiration was all because I missed you.]

There were no weak explanations, only direct and irresistible sweet talk that also precisely hit Professor Fu Xinghe's area of ​​expertise in Chinese classics. This kind of composure, strolling leisurely through the fishpond of a playboy, brought the enjoyment to its extreme.

……

Meanwhile, in the lecture hall of Kyoto University's West Campus.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the podium. Fu Xinghe, dressed in a well-tailored moon-white Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam with a beige cashmere cardigan draped over it, exuded a cool and noble aura, like an untouchable orchid in a secluded valley, standing dignified behind the lectern.

The students below the stage were all looking down and taking notes attentively.

Fu Xinghe looked at the reply from the Book of Songs that popped up on his phone screen. His beautiful face, which had been cold and tense due to jealousy, instantly turned as if it had been burned, and was tinged with an alluring blush.

"Going out to collect folk songs, all because I miss you..."

This blatant flirtation and teasing directly shattered her defenses as a proud heiress. The absurd scene from yesterday in the National Museum's lounge, where he pinned her against a rosewood bookcase, her face flushed, abandoning her pride and losing all composure, involuntarily flashed through her mind.

"Damn it..." Fu Xinghe bit her red lips, her heart pounding like a drum. She panicked and put her phone face down on the lectern, afraid that the students in the front row would notice something was wrong.

As luck would have it, a tall and aloof figure happened to pass by in the corridor outside the back door of the classroom.

Gu Qinghan was dressed in a black business suit, her legs encased in exquisite black stockings, and wearing red-soled high heels. She held a folder for disciplinary inspection in her hand. She was originally just making a routine rounds, but when her gaze swept over the podium, she keenly caught the delicate blush on Fu Xinghe's face and the frantic movement of him frantically fiddling with his phone.

Gu Qinghan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of suspicion and wariness flashing in his usually cool eyes.

Fu Xinghe, who was always dignified, aloof and never smiled, said that the only person who could make her lose her composure and become so emotional in the sacred classroom was Zhu Xun Chuan, whom she hated so much and who was probably having an affair with some vixen right now.

The gazes of the two aloof female teachers briefly met in mid-air. One looked away guiltily, trying to appear calm; the other's eyes narrowed, filled with scrutiny.

In this bright and sunny classroom, where undercurrents were swirling, the two began to have an initial encounter and become wary of the truth behind Zhu Xun Chuan's "skipping class".

……

At 3 PM, the recording of the dating reality show took a break.

Su Mucheng was pulled backstage by her manager to touch up her makeup and go over the process. Before leaving, she reluctantly whispered a dinner date to Zhu Xunchuan.

Zhu Xunchuan was treated like a living ancestor by the production team and was given a private, luxurious single lounge.

He had just sat down on the leather sofa and lit a cigarette when he heard the rhythmic tapping of high heels outside the door.

"Knock knock knock".

The door to the lounge was pushed open.

A scantily clad, voluptuous third-tier actress, carrying two cups of hand-drip coffee, swayed her hips as she entered. She had been completely awestruck by Zhu Xun Chuan's powerful aura and stunning looks throughout the recording session, and now, seeing no one else around, her ambition and desire were undisguisedly revealed.

"Mr. Zhu, you must be tired from recording the show. I specially made you some freshly ground coffee..."

The actress's voice was sweet and cloying as she swayed to the sofa. She deliberately bent down, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage, and handed him the coffee, her eyes lingering on Zhu Xun Chuan, her intentions written all over her face.

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