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

[Gu Qinghan]: Weekend assignment. Send me the guest list and script for the opening ceremony before 9 AM. Don't play dead.

[Fu Xinghe]: Did you sleep well last night? I've finished writing the calligraphy of "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" and I'll come pick it up today.

【Dark Night Rose (Jiang Yao)】: You bastard! Where have you been?! If you don't come to see me soon, I'll take some people to tear down your boys' dormitory!

Three women, three different styles of art, all squeezed onto the lock screen at almost the same second.

Behind her, on the large, messy round bed, Shen Tianxi turned over. Half of her delicate face was buried in the pillow. The blanket slipped down, revealing her smooth shoulders and back.

Zhu Xun Chuan tiptoed into the spacious master bathroom and locked the frosted glass door.

Aquaman's self-cultivation allows him to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him.

Take out the one with the most firepower first.

Open Jiang Yao's chat window. A gangster heiress's patience is usually measured in seconds.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't type. He walked to the half-length mirror by the sink, lifted the hem of his dark gray turtleneck cashmere sweater with one hand, and casually bit it into his mouth.

After being modified by the [Basic Physical Enhancement Potion], his muscle definition was now perfect. His eight-pack abs were clearly defined, and his V-line was as straight as if carved by a knife, disappearing into the edge of his casual pants, exuding extremely wild male hormones.

"Click."

Take a photo and send it.

Immediately following the previous voice message. The voice was deliberately low, with the characteristic huskiness and languor of early morning: "I was working out my legs at the gym last night, I was so tired I overslept. Okay, put the knife down. I'll take you to the club for French food this afternoon, and you can check my homework."

The screen immediately displays "The other party is typing...".

In less than three seconds, a Shiba Inu emoji with eyes full of red hearts and cheeks bright red popped up.

Jiang Yao: [You're smart to be late! 3 PM, if you're even a minute late, I'll cut you off!]

Get one sorted out.

Then switch to Fu Xinghe's interface.

Posting a picture of your abs to this aloof, unattainable woman with a high-ranking official background would be tantamount to suicide. The best way to deal with her is through intellectual connection.

Zhu Xun Chuan paused for a moment, then his slender fingers began to tap on the keyboard.

"Xinghe, I've always remembered your handwriting; it's even more beautiful than the calligraphy models. I was suddenly called up by the counselor today and can't get away. See you at the opening ceremony rehearsal tomorrow."

He was neither arrogant nor humble, leaving room for maneuver, and incidentally shifted the blame to Gu Qinghan.

One minute later.

Fu Xinghe: [Okay. Don't overwork yourself.]

Take care of the second one.

Finally, there's that arrogant, aloof counselor.

Zhu Xunchuan retrieved the spreadsheet Lin Yuan had sent him yesterday from WeChat File Assistant and forwarded it directly to Gu Qinghan.

Then, he typed a line of highly provocative text.

"The list is ready, Professor Gu. Also, the lipstick you used in the office yesterday was too sweet; I didn't get enough of it. Next time, try a peach flavor; I'd prefer that."

Click send.

Zhu Xunchuan could even picture Gu Qinghan sitting in her bachelor apartment right now, looking all red-faced and secretly cursing "scoundrel" as she pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses after seeing the message.

A series of precise micro-management moves were executed flawlessly, taking less than three minutes.

"Click".

Turn the doorknob on the bathroom door.

As Zhu Xunchuan walked back to the bedside, the blanket on the large bed stirred.

Shen Tianxi rubbed her sleepy peach blossom eyes and slowly sat up.

The pure black lace camisole had vanished completely. The rising sun pierced through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating her pale, almost reflective skin. Below her collarbone, a few dark red marks were strikingly noticeable.

"Brother Chuan..." Shen Tianxi's voice was hoarse, thick with a nasal tone and the innocent charm of someone just waking up. She squinted at the phone in Zhu Xun Chuan's hand, "Who are you texting so early in the morning?"

That special yandere-like alertness radar remains sharp even when half-asleep.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained calm and casually tossed his phone onto the bedside table.

"That bastard Lin Yuan." Zhu Xun Chuan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "He asked me if I wanted to bring some meat buns from the cafeteria. This kid usually can't get up, but he's changed his ways today."

"The boys' dorm is so boring." Shen Tianxi pouted, completely letting her guard down.

She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck and clinging to him. Her incredibly soft body pressed against his dark gray cashmere sweater without reservation.

"What time is it?" she asked, nuzzling against his neck with her eyes closed.

"8:30." Zhu Xun Chuan's large, warm hand cradled her slender waist, his thumb casually gliding across her delicate back. "I need to go back to my dorm to change. Tomorrow is the opening ceremony, and our advisor insisted on dragging us to the rehearsal today."

"Huh? You're leaving so early?" Shen Tianxi pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction, wrapping her legs even tighter around him. "I wanted you to hold me and sleep a little longer."

"I'll spend more time with you when I have time." Zhu Xun Chuan tilted his head, accurately taking her delicate earlobe into his mouth and gently sucking on it.

Shen Tianxi trembled, and half of her body went numb instantly.

"Hmm..." She limply let go of her hand, blushing as she retreated back into the covers, revealing only her large, watery eyes. "Then it's a deal, you promised to treat me to sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch, don't lie."

"Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would have to treat our Miss Shen to ribs."

Zhu Xun Chuan ruffled her hair, picked up the car keys from the bedside table, and turned to leave the suite.

The door clicked shut.

Zhu Xun Chuan's gentle smile vanished instantly, and he exhaled a long breath.

These days, I have enough kidneys, but my brain isn't quite up to par!

……

Half an hour later.

Room 621, male dormitory area of ​​Peking University.

Zhu Xunchuan pushed open the door and entered.

Old Zhao and Haozi weren't in the dorm. Only Lin Yuan was sitting at his desk, scratching his head and fiddling with the computer screen, trying to edit a file.

"Godfather! You're finally back!"

Hearing the door open, Lin Yuan turned around as if he'd seen a savior. He had huge dark circles under his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Xun Chuan walked to his wardrobe, opened the door, and prepared to find a change of clothes.

"Those leaders in the Academic Affairs Office have gone mad!" Lin Yuan frantically grabbed his hair. "They went crazy first thing this morning, suddenly saying they want to adjust the seating arrangement for the special guests at tomorrow's opening ceremony! They just printed out the final confirmed seating chart for the Welcome Party and Opening Ceremony and told me, a student council member, to check it right away!"

Zhu Xunchuan paused.

Seating chart?

"That's right!" Lin Yuan picked up an A4 sheet of paper from the table, turned around and handed it over. "Godfather, could you help me check if the names of these important figures are arranged like this? Dean Li specifically instructed that these are all living ancestors that we can't afford to offend. If the positions are even slightly wrong, our School of Literature will be in deep trouble."

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up the glass of water on the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of water.

He casually took the A4 sheet of paper.

His gaze swept downwards.

The seating arrangement for the first row (core VIP area) is as follows:

[Section 01: Meng Wanqing (Vice President of Kyoto University)]

[Section 02: Shen Tianxi (Military Region Representative, Special Guest to Present Flowers)]

[Section 03: Xia Wanying (President of Dinghe Group, Honorary Trustee of Peking University)]

[Section 04: Su Mucheng (Top female singer, campus image ambassador, special guest opening)]

[Section 05: Zhu Xunchuan (Representative of new students, waiting next to the VIP seats)]

[Section 06: Jiang Yao (Representative of the Jiang Group)]

[Seat 07: Gu Qinghan (Representative of Outstanding Counselors from the School of Literature, responsible for leading the coordination)]

[Seat 08: Fu Xinghe (Representative of Distinguished Professors)]

Zhu Xunchuan's gaze was fixed on the list.

Seat 02, Shen Tianxi.

Seat 03, Summer Evening Firefly.

Seat 04, Su Mucheng.

Seat 05, himself.

Seat 06, Jiang Yao.

Seat 07, Gu Qinghan.

Seat 08, Fu Xinghe.

They were lined up in a row.

Five incredibly wealthy young ladies, whose backgrounds could cause a huge uproar in Kyoto, were all crammed into the first row!

The worst part is that Zhu Xun Chuan's seat number 05 is next to top star Su Mu Cheng and super-rich Xia Wan Ying on the left, and next to underworld heiress Jiang Yao and aloof instructor Gu Qing Han on the right!

Fu Xinghe and Shen Tianxi, who were not far away, could see everything that was happening here with just a slight turn of their heads.

Is this the opening ceremony?

This is clearly an execution platform tailor-made for Zhu Xun Chuan!

"Clang!"

Zhu Xunchuan loosened his grip.

The glass water glass shattered on the terrazzo floor.

Warm water splashed all over Lin Yuan's trouser leg.

"Holy crap! Godfather, what happened? Did you slip?" Lin Yuan was startled and quickly grabbed a tissue.

Zhu Xun Chuan stared at the paper, his eyelids twitching wildly, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"Wangcai" (meaning "prosperous wealth")

"what?"

"Is it too late for me to book a luxury burial plot now?"