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

As the host finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Zhu Xunchuan sat in seat number 05. He took a deep breath.

He buttoned up his unbuttoned suit jacket with one hand. The navy blue haute couture suit instantly tightened, accentuating the sharp lines of an inverted triangle.

He stood up.

On the left, Su Mucheng whistled with extreme boldness.

On the right, Gu Qinghan snorted coldly, but her body honestly leaned half an inch towards him.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't look at them. He stepped onto the stage, walking up the solid wood steps.

The bright spotlights of the auditorium shone directly on him.

I didn't bring any manuscript. I wasn't nervous.

Zhu Xun Chuan held the standing microphone with one hand, and the [Perfect Aura Halo] was activated with a bang.

An aura of composure, imbued with the accumulated wealth of three generations of a conglomerate, emanated from his tall and upright figure.

The Patek Philippe Nautilus on my wrist refracted a cold, mechanical luster under the light.

The entire audience of five thousand people fell silent instantly.

The boys in the back row whispered among themselves: "Is this guy a freshman? With that aura, I'd believe it if you said he was here to buy out Peking University."

Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling naturally on the first row.

"The speeches by the teachers and representatives were all excellent. They spoke about academia, the future, and those hidden emotions."

His voice was extremely deep and magnetic, and it resonated in every corner through the top-of-the-line speakers.

"But I believe that universities are not only places of learning, but also arenas of desire."

His very first words completely overturned all the usual, steady, official jargon.

The audience erupted in uproar.

Zhu Xun Chuan put one hand into his trouser pocket and paced a couple of steps on the stage.

"I don't talk about selfless dedication, nor do I offer empty platitudes. I stand here to convey only one message."

He stopped, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at the audience.

"You need to have the strength to match your ambition. Whether it's wealth, status, or the people standing around you."

First row.

The five women reacted very differently.

Sitting in seat number 04, Su Mucheng rested her chin on her hands. Her stunning curves, accentuated by her silver stage outfit, were taut, and her legs, clad in shimmering stockings beneath her miniskirt, were excitedly intertwined. Her captivating eyes were filled with fervent adoration. This was the man who had tormented her to the point of begging for mercy last night, and who was now shining brightly on stage.

Shen Tianxi, number 02, covered her mouth tightly with both hands. The neckline of her white princess dress heaved violently with her rapid breathing. Large expanses of her fair skin glowed an alluring pink under the light. Only one thought filled her mind: This is my husband! Even if it were the King of Heaven himself, he would still be my husband!

Gu Qinghan, contestant number 06, adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses. Her long legs, clad in black stockings, were pressed tightly together beneath her dark gray suit and pencil skirt. She bit her red lips tightly, her cold eyes revealing an intensely possessive desire. This usually jovial boy, standing on the stage now, exuded a deadly aura that sent chills down her spine.

Fu Xinghe, number 08, put down his copy of "The Songs of Chu." His shapely legs swayed slightly at the slit of his elegant cheongsam. A pool of spring water welled up in his usually calm eyes. The sixteen-year-old boy had truly grown into a towering tree.

Meng Wanqing was sitting in seat number 07.

She held a glass of water, her burgundy velvet suit open. The deep cleavage beneath her deep V-neck silk top trembled with her soft laughter.

Meng Wanqing stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her red lips very discreetly.

"Little liar, you're getting more and more to my liking," she whispered in a low voice, only she could hear.

Zhu Xunchuan's speech is still ongoing.

The entire performance was delivered without a script. The pace was extremely fast. Punchlines and exciting moments were thrown in rapidly.

"Often, choices are more important than effort. But having a trump card that leaves others with no other option is the true key to success."

"Don't ask what the school can give you; ask how much leverage you can extract from these years."

Extremely provocative. Utterly arrogant. Yet, because of his 780,000 yuan haute couture outfit and multi-million yuan watch, he became extremely persuasive.

"Finally," Zhu Xun Chuan said, placing his hands on the podium and a casual smile playing on his lips, "thank you for everyone I met tonight. Whether from the past, present, or future."

Double entendre.

His gaze swept over the faces of the five women in the first row with utmost subtlety.

The girls in the audience went completely crazy.

The screams and whistles nearly lifted the roof off the auditorium.

"Honey! Look at me!"

"I want to have your babies!"

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped back half a step and bowed gracefully.

In my mind, the system's emotionless, mechanical voice exploded wildly.

[Ding! Extremely fervent worship detected throughout the venue!]

[Worship Points +1000!]

[Worship Points +2000!]

[Adoration points have surpassed 100,000!]

[The second phase of the Worship Shop has officially begun! New additions: Advanced Physical Fitness Reshaping, Business Mindset Matrix, and Absolute Weakness Insight Device!]

Zhu Xun Chuan was secretly pleased. This was a brilliant display of arrogance; he'd made a killing.

But he maintained the cold and composed demeanor of a tycoon's son. He slowly walked down the stage, stepping onto the solid wood steps.

The halo has been withdrawn.

The screams still echoed in my ears.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to seat number 05, unbuttoned one button on his suit jacket, and sat down.

I just finished putting on a spectacular show, and the afterglow of being the center of attention hasn't faded yet.

But the moment his buttocks touched the seat...

The air in the first row seemed to freeze instantly.

The countdown to the chaotic battlefield was immediately reset to zero and detonated.

left.

Shen Tianxi, sitting in seat 03, completely ignored Su Mucheng, who was sitting between them. She leaned over, holding a bottle of Evian mineral water with the cap already unscrewed.

"Honey, you were so cool on stage just now!" Shen Tianxi said sweetly, completely disregarding the occasion, as she held the water bottle to Zhu Xunchuan's lips. "You must be thirsty after talking so much. Take a sip. I just checked the temperature; it's not cold."

The word "husband" wasn't loud, but at that distance, the women around could hear it clearly.

Su Mucheng didn't think much of it and assumed that Shen Tianxi was just like the other girls, since quite a few girls had called her "husband" earlier.

But the others didn't think that way.

Right.

Gu Qinghan, who was in position 06, immediately darkened her expression.

Her slender legs, encased in black stockings, suddenly shot out and forcefully stomped on Zhu Xun Chuan's leather shoes under the table. The sharp heel of her shoe ground down mercilessly.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Qinghan pulled a tissue with a cool, refreshing tea scent from the pocket of his dark gray suit.

The body leans to the left. The bodycon skirt is stretched to its limit.

She didn't even look at Shen Tianxi; with a flick of her wrist, she placed the tissue on Zhu Xunchuan's forehead with remarkable ease.

"I wish you a good performance, classmate." Gu Qinghan's voice was cool and stern, carrying the authority of a counselor, but his actions were extremely affectionate. "Your head is all sweaty. You're such a grown-up, don't you know how to wipe it off? Wipe it clean, or you'll catch a cold."

One feeds the child water. The other wipes their sweat.

On the left is the military district's young lady, and on the right is the aloof counselor.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the middle. A water bottle was held to his lips, and a tissue was pressed against his forehead.

Drinking it is not an option. Wiping it off is not an option either.

But he didn't have time to react.

His number 04 position is right next to him on the left.

Su Mucheng pouted her red lips in extreme displeasure. She was a top star, and she had just publicly confessed her feelings to him on stage, only to have her limelight stolen by a freshman and a counselor?

Su Mucheng did not speak.

She slid down and leaned directly against the wide back of the chair.

Her long legs, hidden beneath the silver miniskirt, suddenly lifted up.

Her tiny feet, clad in shimmering stockings, precisely slipped under Zhu Xun Chuan's trousers. They slid up his calf, hooking directly onto the back of his knee.

The toes traced circles on the most sensitive skin.

At the same time, she turned her head, her watery peach blossom eyes looking at Zhu Xun Chuan with extreme grievance. She mouthed silently, "My legs are sore, rub them for me."

Two on the table. One under the table.

Zhu Xun Chuan's temples throbbed violently. His enhanced physical abilities seemed utterly superfluous at this moment.

All he wants now is to take a handful of blood pressure medication.