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

Zhu Xun Chuan's shirt was completely plastered to his skin.

The counselor's jealousy was completely overturned.

"Teacher Gu, you're wronging me." Zhu Xun Chuan stared straight ahead, a stiff smile on his lips, his voice utterly innocent. "My eyes are perfectly clear; there's no starry sky in them."

"Stop playing dumb with me." Gu Qinghan's long leg under the table tightened again, her knee slamming into Zhu Xunchuan's inner thigh. "The way she looks at you is enough to make your eyes water! Just how many people have you messed with in the past?!"

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath. At this point, explanations would only be a cover-up, and a direct confrontation would definitely result in a terrible defeat.

He completely ignored the various gazes from the stage. His right hand suddenly reached into the dim light under the table and grabbed Gu Qinghan's ink-stained hand.

Gu Qinghan struggled for a moment. Zhu Xunchuan did not let go.

He roughly rubbed the black ink on Gu Qinghan's fingertips with the pad of his thumb, then slid it up the skin on the back of her hand.

"She cherishes her galaxy, but I only recognize my moon." Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head and looked directly into those silver-rimmed glasses that reflected a white light. His eyes revealed an extremely unrestrained aggression. "Besides, no matter how beautiful a sky full of stars is, it can't compare to the black stockings on Teacher Gu's legs."

Gu Qinghan's breath hitched.

"You pervert!" She bit her red lips, and two blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks.

"I'll come to your apartment tonight. I'll personally wash the ink off your hands for you." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his voice, his fingers directly interlocking between hers. "If it's not completely clean, I'll make it up to you in another way, how about that?"

The words, full of risqué jokes, combined with Zhu Xun Chuan's extremely forceful strength, directly suppressed most of the bitterness and anger in Gu Qing Han's heart.

Her long, black-stockinged leg, which was pressed against Zhu Xun Chuan's thigh, lost all strength and slumped there, unwilling to be pulled away.

On stage, Fu Xinghe had finished speaking.

She didn't bask in the applause; she simply nodded indifferently and walked down the wooden steps to the audience.

Zhu Xun Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure cooker of the Shura Field was finally sealed tightly.

Fu Xinghe, wearing flat cloth shoes, walked slowly down the aisle in front of the first row, preparing to return to his seat, number 08.

Just as she was about to walk to the front of seat number 05.

Seat number 01.

Meng Wanqing, the executive vice principal who had been quietly watching the show, suddenly moved.

She held a clear glass of water, which was more than half full. The hem of her burgundy velvet suit swayed alluringly with her movement.

Meng Wanqing stood up gracefully, took a step forward, and naturally blocked the middle of the passageway, directly cutting off Fu Xinghe's path.

Zhu Xun Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

"Principal Meng." Fu Xinghe stopped, a hint of surprise flashing in his cool eyes, but his voice remained that of a specially appointed professor.

Meng Wanqing held the transparent glass in one hand, a striking wine-red lipstick mark imprinted on the rim. Her wine-red velvet suit jacket was open, and her voluptuous figure exuded the allure of a ripe peach under the corridor lights.

"Seat number 1 over there faces the central air conditioning vent, and the airflow is too harsh, giving me a headache." Meng Wanqing's red lips parted slightly, her voice languid and alluring, carrying an undeniable air of authority. "Professor Fu, would I mind sitting next to you?"

She asked, "You don't mind, do you?" but her steps didn't stop. Tap, tap. Her black pointed high heels strode directly towards the empty seat, number 07.

A higher-ranking official can have a crushing effect, especially an executive vice-principal who wields real power.

Fu Xinghe frowned slightly. She could clearly smell the aggressively strong rose perfume emanating from the woman before her, which domineeringly overpowered her own delicate sandalwood scent. However, given the occasion, she could only step aside slightly to make way: "Principal Meng, please make yourself at home."

Meng Wanqing walked to seat number 07.

At that moment, Gu Qinghan, sitting in seat 06, tensed up the muscles in her entire back.

Just a second ago, Gu Qinghan's long legs, clad in extremely thin black stockings, were pressed firmly against Zhu Xunchuan's trousers under the table, interrogating him about "Professor Fu's Star".

A second later, feeling the suffocating scent of rose perfume approaching, Gu Qinghan pulled her leg back as if she had been electrocuted.

She quickly straightened the hem of her dark gray suit dress, placed her hands neatly on her knees, and stood ramrod straight, looking every bit the obedient and compliant subordinate.

Meng Wanqing gracefully took her seat.

Without any hesitation, she placed the glass on the table. Then, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her proudly long legs with remarkable ease.

Sheer, flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her plump, shapely calves, their sheen gleaming a strikingly pale white under the lights at the edge of the auditorium. Her burgundy pencil skirt slid up two inches from her thighs, accentuating a captivatingly alluring mature woman's curves.

The moment she sat down, the entire formation of the first row completely changed.

No. 04 Su Mucheng, No. 05 Zhu Xunchuan, No. 06 Gu Qinghan, No. 07 Meng Wanqing, No. 08 Fu Xinghe.

Three exceptionally beautiful and sophisticated women, each with a distinct style, are now posing together in this cramped space of less than three meters.

The air was filled with the aromas of tea, roses, and sandalwood.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in seat number 05, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

He was just basking in the glory of having secured the top player on his left and the mentor on his right. Now, the mastermind has directly entered the fray, even sacrificing the center position to forcefully intrude into the battle on his right.

This is like a max-level, god-tier player driving a dump truck straight into the hellish battlefield of the newbie village.

"Professor Gu." Meng Wanqing crossed her legs, not turning her head, but her gaze slightly shifting to Gu Qinghan beside her. "Your School of Literature did a good job with the orientation. Guiding these new students must have been quite a task, right?"

Gu Qinghan pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, suppressing the inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.

"Thank you for the compliment, Principal Meng. This is just part of a counselor's job," Gu Qinghan said in a cool, impeccable voice.

"Young people these days, especially boys, are full of vigor and energy." Meng Wanqing's lips curled into a playful smile as her gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over Gu Qinghan's long, black-stockinged legs. "You not only need to oversee her studies, but you also need to put more effort into 'disciplining' her behavior and discipline in private. Some wild horses, if not properly restrained, will run wild everywhere."

A double entendre. Every word is veiled in the heart.