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

The spotlights in the auditorium were blindingly white.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in seat number 05, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

On stage, Meng Wanqing withdrew the eyebrow-raising gesture that only the two of them understood. Her gaze swept calmly and dignifiedly over the five thousand freshmen in the audience.

"Kyoto University is a century-old institution of higher learning, with the deepest heritage and the most inclusive spirit." Meng Wanqing spoke into the microphone, her voice lazy yet magnetic, resonating throughout the venue through the top-of-the-line speakers.

The audience was silent.

All the boys' eyes were glued to her burgundy velvet suit and deep V-neck silk top.

Cold sweat trickled down Zhu Xunchuan's spine.

He knew this woman too well. When he was sixteen, she wore a burgundy nightgown and captivated him through the screen, leaving him completely bewildered.

His current mastery of fish-raising skills, every move, every pause, is all thanks to this "Wanwan".

He wielded his broadsword in front of Guan Yu, and recited the Three Character Classic in front of Confucius.

He was dressed impeccably today, sitting in the front row, surrounded by a sweet girl on his left and a mature woman on his right, thinking he was in complete control. Little did he know that in Meng Wanqing's eyes, he was just a naked monkey dancing.

"University is a brand new beginning. You are in the prime of your youth, full of boundless passion."

When Meng Wanqing mentioned the words "youth" and "passion," her gaze remained fixed straight ahead, piercing into the first row.

It landed with extreme precision on Zhu Xun Chuan's face.

The auditorium was dimly lit. Only the center of the stage was brightly lit, like daytime.

Zhu Xunchuan saw it very clearly.

The moment Meng Wanqing uttered those two words, her rosy tongue darted out and quickly licked her full lower lip.

An extremely subtle yet unrestrained burst of heat suddenly erupted on the solemn and dignified podium.

Zhu Xun Chuan's breath hitched.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

This is blatant harassment!

In front of five thousand teachers and students, the dignified executive vice principal, with an expression that can only be understood, unilaterally crushed him!

Zhu Xun Chuan swallowed hard. His palms were sweaty. He didn't dare to meet Meng Wan Qing's gaze at all, and could only look down at her plump calves encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings.

But this action did not calm him down; instead, it made things even more dangerous.

"During these four years, I hope everyone will avoid working in isolation. Instead, go out more, communicate more, and engage in more exchanges." Meng Wanqing's voice became more mellow, with a hint of a smile. "Especially for the freshmen in our School of Literature, it is even more important to have in-depth exchanges with outstanding representatives and mentors from all walks of life."

She emphasized the words "in-depth exchange" and slowed down her speech.

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing through Zhu Xun Chuan and pointing straight to his heart.

This woman definitely saw him holding Gu Qinghan's hand under the table just now!

He also clearly saw through the ambiguous distance between him and Su Mucheng and Shen Tianxi on his left!

Zhu Xunchuan felt his blood pressure was about to explode.

Just then.

A very faint rustling sound of fabric came from the right.

Gu Qinghan sat in seat number 06. Beneath her dark gray pencil skirt, her long legs, clad in sheer black stockings, silently peeked out.

This time, I didn't use high heels with pointed toes.

Instead, she pressed her calves, clad in black stockings, directly against the edge of Zhu Xunchuan's casual trousers. She rubbed them along the seam, extremely slowly yet with tremendous force, twice.

Soft. Firm. Smooth.

Zhu Xunchuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned his head.

Gu Qinghan maintained her upright posture. Her silver-rimmed glasses reflected the stage light. But her exquisitely beautiful, aloof face revealed an intense dissatisfaction.

"Zhu, classmate." Gu Qinghan didn't even look at him. Her red lips moved slightly, and her voice was extremely low, only the two of them could hear, "Why is the vice principal on the stage staring at you?"

A woman's intuition can be terrifying to the extreme.

In a venue with five thousand people, Meng Wanqing only paused briefly and shifted her gaze, but Gu Qinghan, this aloof and beautiful snake, accurately sensed the unusual ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

"Advisor, you're being way too jealous." Zhu Xun Chuan was multitasking, muttering nonsense under his breath, "That's the vice principal on stage. I'm just a freshman, how could I possibly be worthy of her attention? I guess it's because my clothes are too eye-catching, reflecting light and dazzling her."

"Is that so?" Gu Qinghan snorted coldly.

Under the table, the long, black-stockinged leg suddenly exerted force, sliding up his calf and all the way to above his knee.

The kneecap pressed against the side of Zhu Xunchuan's thigh, carrying an extremely obvious interrogative tone.

Just as Su Mucheng withdrew her hand from his, Gu Qinghan began his under-table reprimands. On the stage, there was also a powerful figure who could verbally reprimand him at any moment.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath.

He decisively extended his right hand and lowered his body.

A large hand, hidden in the shadows of the table, grabbed Gu Qinghan's unruly black-stockinged thigh.

The palm was scalding hot, pressed tightly against Gu Qinghan's thigh through the extremely thin black silk material. The thumb directly gripped the incredibly soft flesh on the inside of her thigh and squeezed it hard.

Gu Qinghan's body trembled violently.

Her breathing instantly became erratic. She had only intended to warn Zhu Xun Chuan, to tell him to tone it down. Who knew this audacious guy would, right under the vice-principal's nose, in a large auditorium with thousands of people, directly grab and pinch her!

"Stop messing around." Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head to the side, lowered his voice, and said with an undeniable forcefulness, "Interrogate me however you like when we get back. If you keep messing around, I won't care what kind of occasion this is."

The man's threat was extremely effective.

Gu Qinghan's ears instantly turned bright red. She bit her lower lip and forcefully pulled her leg back.

She stood with her legs tightly together and her hands on her knees, trying to appear attentive. But the violent heaving of her chest betrayed her inner turmoil.

Zhu Xunchuan, having won over Gu Qinghan, raised his head again.

On stage, Meng Wanqing's speech was in its final stages.

She saw all of Zhu Xun Chuan's little tricks under the table. The smile in her peach blossom eyes deepened.

"Finally, I wish you all the best in spending the most unforgettable and exciting four years of your lives at Kyoto University. Thank you."

The words fell.

Meng Wanqing took a step back.

She placed her hands on her abdomen and bowed deeply to the five thousand people below the stage.

The collar of her burgundy velvet suit was already open. As she bent over, her black deep-V silk inner layer drooped forward under the weight.

Under the spotlight, the scene was presented to Zhu Xun Chuan alone at a peculiar angle.

A stunningly mature figure. Extremely exaggerated curves.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the very center, his line of sight perfectly aligned with the entire scene. He could even see the voluptuousness accentuated by the edges of the silk fabric.

It was shown only to him, and the angle was precisely captured.

This woman did it on purpose!

It was absolutely intentional!