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

Time was of the essence, so Zhu Xun Chuan lifted her off his lap, straightened his wrinkled shirt, opened the door to the dressing room, and went out.

I had just taken two steps out of the door.

I was greeted by a refreshing, cool scent of fresh tea after the rain.

Gu Qinghan, dressed in a dark gray professional pencil skirt with extremely thin black stockings over her legs, and holding a black walkie-talkie, was walking towards them with a cold expression.

Eyes facing each other.

Gu Qinghan's gaze almost instantly locked onto the glaring bright red lipstick mark on Zhu Xunchuan's white shirt collar.

The air seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

Given Gu Qinghan's usual icy and abstinent temperament, she would definitely fly into a rage on the spot if she encountered such blatant cheating, and might even smash the walkie-talkie in Zhu Xunchuan's face.

But after get off work yesterday, on that solid wood desk in the School of Literature, Zhu Xun Chuan's bamboo ruler had completely shattered her aloof exterior and thoroughly tamed the masochistic tendencies hidden deep within her.

Gu Qinghan's eyes flickered violently. There was no hysteria, no angry roar.

She strode up to Zhu Xun Chuan, grabbed his wrist with tremendous force, and dragged him into the dark prop room next door, which was filled with miscellaneous items.

"Bang!" The door was locked from the inside.

The prop room was dark, with only a faint light coming through the crack in the door.

Gu Qinghan pushed Zhu Xunchuan against the shelf piled with cardboard boxes, her chest heaving violently.

She took out a pack of makeup remover wipes from her pocket, pulled one out, and stood on tiptoe.

With clumsy yet extremely delicate movements, she began to wipe away the lip print on Zhu Xun Chuan's collar.

"You have no self-control." Gu Qinghan's voice was very low, with a hint of jealousy through gritted teeth, but the movements of his hands conveyed an extreme sense of obedience that made one's bones go numb.

The contrast between her extreme anger and her decision to personally help the man destroy the evidence is enough to shatter any man's rationality.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the shelf, thoroughly enjoying this feeling of dominance. He reached out his left hand and slipped it under the hem of Gu Qinghan's bodycon skirt, wantonly caressing her smooth thigh covered in black stockings.

"Is this kind of thoughtfulness from the counselor an abuse of power?" Zhu Xun Chuan teased in a low voice.

Gu Qinghan's body trembled violently, and her legs went weak. She glared at Zhu Xunchuan, slapped away his mischievous hand, and stuffed the dirty wet wipe into his pocket.

"Shut up and get back to work. If you go and mess with those little vixens again, I'll dock all your credits from four years of university!"

After uttering those harmless but hurtful words, Gu Qinghan, her ears red, opened the door and strode back to the front desk.

Ten minutes later, the dress rehearsal officially began.

Shen Tianxi sat in front of the grand piano on the left side of the stage, her hands flying across the black and white keys; Su Mucheng stood in the center of the stage with a microphone in her hand, her silver mini-skirt shimmering under the spotlight.

Gu Qinghan stood in the first row below the stage, holding a walkie-talkie, coldly directing the switching of lights and sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned casually against the corner of the curtain on the side of the stage, his hands in his pockets.

This is definitely the most spectacular scene in the history of Kyoto University.

The three women's gazes, with remarkable tacit understanding and with extreme frequency, swept across the crowd and landed on Zhu Xun Chuan in the corner.

Every time their eyes met, it felt as if sparks were violently rubbing together in the air.

Just as this turbulent tug-of-war was about to reach its climax, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

Several shady-looking individuals with fake work badges around their necks somehow managed to slip past the outer security and take advantage of the chaos to reach the steps on the side of the stage.

The bald man leading the group stared intently at Su Mucheng's long, glittery black stockings on stage, then glanced at Shen Tianxi's proudly fair skin as she played the piano beside him, his gaze extremely unrestrained.

Under the cover of the music, the bald man stepped up two steps and reached out to grab Su Mucheng's ankle.

"Hey Su, you big star! Can you sign an autograph for us? Or leave your phone number so we can grab some late-night snacks?"

Su Mucheng screamed in fright and backed away, dropping the microphone and emitting a piercing buzzing sound. Shen Tianxi was also startled and stood up from the piano bench.

The security guards below the stage were too far away to react in time.

Gu Qinghan's expression changed drastically, and she was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to call for help.

A dark shadow shot out from the corner of the curtain!

Zhu Xunchuan made a move.

The muscle fibers modified by the basic physical enhancement drug instantly unleashed terrifying power.

He leaped over the two-meter-wide sound equipment and landed precisely in front of the bald man.

Before the bald man could react, Zhu Xun Chuan's right hand had already gripped his wrist, which was reaching for Su Mu Cheng, like an iron clamp.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes were cold and fierce. Without uttering a single word, he pressed down on the bald man's shoulder with his left hand and suddenly twisted his right hand in the opposite direction.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones dislocating and breaking even drowned out the chaotic noise at the scene.

"ah--!"

The bald man let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, and instantly lost his balance, kneeling on one knee at the edge of the stage.

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his long right leg, and the tip of his leather shoe kicked the bald man squarely in the chest.

"Bang!"

The kick was extremely powerful, sending the bald man and his fake work badge flying off the stage, crashing heavily onto his accomplices below, where they rolled around in a heap.

"Who did this bastard come from, daring to touch my people?"

Zhu Xunchuan stood high on the edge of the stage, stretching his wrists, exuding a suffocating aura of violence and coldness.

The entire room fell silent.

After a brief pause, the worship value in the system's backend began to surge wildly.

Su Mucheng's eyes were red-rimmed as she looked at the broad back that stood in front of her, feeling an overwhelming sense of security. Shen Tianxi covered her mouth with both hands, her peach blossom eyes filled with fervent starlight. Even Gu Qinghan, sitting below the stage, tightened her grip on the walkie-talkie, her gaze towards Zhu Xunchuan revealing a burning love that she herself was unaware of.

This extreme protectiveness and boyfriend-like strength instantly broke through the three women's defenses once again.

The security personnel who reacted quickly rushed up and dragged the howling ox out of the auditorium like a dead dog.

The scene returned to calm.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned around, gave the three women an extremely reassuring look, and then walked alone into the backstage area, preparing to light a cigarette to calm his murderous intent.

We had just arrived at the entrance to a VIP passage that was dark.

in the dark.

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

A very slow, languid applause quietly broke out.

Executive Vice Principal Meng Wanqing, wearing those aggressively styled red-soled high heels, slowly walked out of the shadows into the light.

Today she wore a dark gray, deep-V silk dress with a black shawl. Her ripe, peach-like figure exuded a wicked allure under the dim wall lamp, enough to drive any man mad.

"The hero saves the damsel in distress; that was truly spectacular."

Meng Wanqing's red lips curled slightly, her eyes roaming brazenly over Zhu Xunchuan's chest and trousers.

"But Zhu," she raised her finger and beckoned gently, "come with me to the changing room on the second floor. I have a 'special mission' that I need you to report to me privately and in detail."