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

Zhu Xun Chuan sat stiffly in seat number 05.

To the left, Shen Tianxi's neck was slowly turning. There was only one empty seat between positions 02 and 04, and their line of sight was unobstructed.

The peach scent on Shen Tianxi and the sweet orange perfume on Su Mucheng clashed wildly in the air.

A cool breeze from the auditorium's air conditioning caused Shen Tianxi's white tulle dress to sway slightly, revealing a large expanse of her fair and dazzling thighs. She stared intently at Su Mucheng, her peach blossom eyes widening in disbelief.

Su Mucheng also turned her head. Her stunning curves, encased in her silver stage outfit, instantly tensed, her long legs crossed beneath her miniskirt, and her gaze met Shen Tianxi's directly.

Zhu Xun Chuan's back muscles contracted completely. His mind raced, calculating whether it would be better to feign a heart attack or simply collapse and foam at the mouth if the two women started grabbing each other's hair.

Shen Tianxi's red lips parted slightly, her chest heaving violently. She recognized the woman; she was the female celebrity who had been rumored to be dating Zhu Xunchuan, and who had been trending on Weibo yesterday.

Zhu Xun Chuan swallowed hard, just about to speak up and try to smooth things over: "Tian hope, listen to me..."

"Oh my God!"

Shen Tianxi suddenly let out a suppressed scream, forcefully silencing Zhu Xun Chuan's words.

She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes instantly sparkling with countless fervent stars: "You...you are Su Mucheng! The living Su Mucheng!"

Zhu Xun Chuan was stunned. All the prepared remarks he had prepared were stuck in his throat.

Shen Tianxi completely ignored Zhu Xunchuan, lifted her skirt, and plopped down into the empty seat number 03 that originally belonged to Xia Wanying. Now she was right next to Su Mucheng.

"I love your new song so much! I bought a hundred copies of your digital album to support its sales!" Shen Tianxi's cheeks were flushed with excitement. There was no trace of the spoiled young lady from the military compound. She was just a die-hard fangirl.

Su Mucheng is a shrewd and experienced person who has worked her way up in the entertainment industry, and she also has a soft and cute personality.

Upon seeing that this excessively beautiful "female college student" not only showed no hostility but was actually her die-hard fan, she immediately flashed her signature sweet smile.

"Really? Thank you for your support." Su Mucheng took out her fair and delicate hand and held Shen Tianxi's hand. "You're so beautiful! Your skin is so good, it's like you could squeeze water out of it."

Sometimes, all it takes to build a friendship between women is a well-placed compliment.

"No way, you're the prettiest, Sister Mu Cheng! You're even thinner and more beautiful in person than on TV!" Shen Tianxi was so happy that she almost fainted when her idol held her hand, calling her "sister" so sweetly.

"Sweetie, is this dress custom-made? The cut is amazing." Su Mucheng took the opportunity to get closer.

Two stunningly beautiful women, their heads close together across the armrests of their seats, their white princess dresses and silver stage costumes rubbing against each other.

Two fair and smooth real legs and two slender, beautiful legs clad in shimmering stockings swayed side by side, becoming the most eye-catching sight in the first row.

They talked about everything from sunscreen to lipstick shades, from haute couture bags to girl group dances.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in seat number 05, feeling completely numb.

He muttered to himself, "Women's brains really can't be understood using the logic of carbon-based organisms."

One second he thought World War III was about to break out, the next second these two almost swore brotherhood by beheading a chicken! They became best friends!

Thank goodness for that evil capitalist Xia Wanying. If she hadn't gone on a business trip to Europe at the last minute and freed up seat number 03, Shen Tianxi wouldn't have had any space to get so close to Su Mucheng.

With the crisis averted, Zhu Xun Chuan completely relaxed, leaning back in his leather chair to enjoy the bliss of having two wives.

While chatting with Shen Tianxi, Su Mucheng leaned to the right, her body tilting slightly. Her alluring, soft curves occasionally brushed against Zhu Xunchuan's left arm.

An extremely pleasant sweet orange scent wafted into his nose.

Even more alarming, Su Mucheng's left hand, which wasn't holding Shen Tianxi's, was quietly dangling over the edge of the seat. Her slender, pale fingers, concealed by the hem of her skirt, accurately touched the side of Zhu Xunchuan's thigh.

Through the fabric of his navy blue suit trousers, his fingertips traced circles with extreme flirtatiousness, then gently hooked onto Zhu Xun Chuan's little finger, exuding a highly provocative air.

Zhu Xun Chuan felt the bold flirting of the top female star under the table to his left, and heard the sweet laughter of the sickly school beauty in his ear, making him feel like he was floating on air.

This is the treatment a player like me deserves. It's a sure thing; this wave is completely in the bag.

Just as Zhu Xunchuan was secretly pleased with himself.

On the right, a chilling, oppressive aroma of tea approached without warning.

Zhu Xunchuan turned his head.

Gu Qinghan was wearing a dark gray women's suit and holding a black walkie-talkie. Instead of sitting in her own seat, number 07, she strode over to the empty seat, number 06, which originally belonged to Jiang Yao, wearing a pair of sharp black stilettos.

Gu Qinghan turned and sat down with a cold face.

The pencil skirt rode up as she sat down, revealing a large section of her shapely thighs encased in extremely thin black stockings. She casually crossed her legs, the black stockings gleaming with a breathtaking matte texture in the dim light of the auditorium.

"Teacher Gu?" Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his voice, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"The view here is good, making it easier to coordinate discipline in the waiting area." Gu Qinghan stared at the stage in front of him, not even glancing at Zhu Xunchuan, his voice so cold it could shatter ice.

She pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses and glanced out of the corner of her eye at the two women to her left, chatting animatedly and practically pressed against Zhu Xun Chuan. Her pure white silk blouse heaved violently with her rapid breathing.

"This is the opening ceremony venue, not a market. Some students should be mindful of their behavior and refrain from making loud noise." Gu Qinghan adopted the authority of a counselor and coldly reprimanded them.

Hearing the sound, Shen Tianxi on the left turned her head and glanced at Gu Qinghan.

Now that she has her idol backing her up, she's very confident. Instead of restraining herself, she deliberately hugs Su Mucheng's arm and mutters softly, "Sister Mucheng, the teachers at our school are so controlling. They won't even let us talk."

Su Mucheng subtly withdrew her hand from Zhu Xunchuan's little finger, gave Gu Qinghan a sweet smile, and gave him plenty of face.

Fu Xinghe, sitting in seat number 08, slowly unscrewed a bottle of mineral water.

She wore an elegant traditional Chinese cheongsam, exuding a refined and otherworldly aura. Her clear eyes swept between Gu Qinghan and Zhu Xunchuan.

"Professor Gu is truly dedicated." Fu Xinghe took a sip of water, his tone calm yet sharp. "He even chose a seat next to a student for close guidance. Anyone who didn't know better would think Professor Gu had some special favoritism towards this freshman representative."

This seemingly casual remark struck a nerve with Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan turned her head and looked coldly at Fu Xinghe through her glasses: "Professor Fu is no less impressive. He usually stays at home doing his research, but today he seems to have the leisure to sit in the front row with the freshmen."

The two women exchanged barbs, their words sharp and witty, each sentence devoid of vulgarity yet laced with deadly force.

Zhu Xunchuan was caught in the middle, and sweat broke out on his forehead again.

He had just thanked Jiang Yao, the evil force, for giving up position number 06, but that empty spot became the front line for Gu Qinghan to fire on him.

The girls' get-together on the left had just settled down when these two usually aloof women on the right started arguing again.

"Thank you for your hard work, counselor, and Professor Fu. I will definitely do my best when I go on stage and not let you down." Zhu Xun Chuan quickly turned his head, smiling broadly as he tried to smooth things over and suppress his anger.

Gu Qinghan didn't reply. Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Zhu Xunchuan's open shirt collar, then swept over his handsome face with a fawning smile.

Just when Zhu Xun Chuan thought he had gotten away with it.

Under the first row of tables in the auditorium, in the shadows where there is absolutely no line of sight.

Gu Qinghan quietly lowered her raised right leg.

Her slender ankle, clad in sheer black stockings, twitched slightly. The sharp, pointed tip of her black stiletto heel probed precisely onto the inside of Zhu Xun Chuan's right thigh.

Without any hesitation, the toe of the shoe ground down hard and mercilessly through the fabric of the navy blue suit trousers.

"hiss--"

A sharp, piercing pain shot straight to his head. Zhu Xun Chuan gasped, his smile completely frozen, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Zhu, why do you look so pale?" Gu Qinghan stared straight ahead, a cold smile curving her lips. The tips of her stiletto heels under the table not only didn't loosen, but instead increased their pressure, slowly grinding against each other.

"Did you study too deeply last night and hurt your leg?"