The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Standing under the scorching sun at the west gate of Peking University, Wu Zixi felt that the sun overhead was more intense than at any other time of year.

He looked at the boy in front of him with his hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the left and right.

The one on the left, wearing a floral dress, looks as pure and innocent as a girl next door who has just stepped out of a painting. She's so sweet and gentle that you'd want to give her the whole world.

The one on the right has half of her cold and beautiful face peeking out from under her baseball cap, and her two long, white legs are dazzling.

Is this even scientifically sound?

Is this reasonable?

Is Jiangcheng No. 1 High School now offering some kind of "top-tier playboy training program"? Or did this kid save the principal's life?

Wu Zixi felt that his worldview was undergoing an unprecedented shock. He had spent three years at Peking University, and considered himself to have seen countless people and weathered many storms, but this scene of "having women on both sides and still maintaining harmony" truly touched upon his blind spots in knowledge.

"Senior?"

Chen Zhi waved his hand in front of Wu Zixi's eyes, smiling innocently, "Are you suffering from heatstroke because it's too hot? Why don't you rest, and we can wander around by ourselves?"

Wu Zixi snapped out of his daze and put on a smile again.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about a proposal for a student union federation."

He subtly displayed his busy schedule and status, then stepped aside and made a "please" gesture, "Let's go. Since you're future juniors, I'll definitely be your guide. Peking University is vast, and without someone to lead the way, it's easy to get lost in the weight of history."

The large group entered the campus in a grand procession.

It must be said that the century-old Yenching Garden is truly something special.

Snowflakes fall on the red building, the lake reflects the pagoda's image, and every brick and tile seems to be imbued with a scholarly atmosphere.

Ancient trees tower along the way, cicadas chirp in the branches, and occasionally you can see a few students hurrying by with their books.

But for Chen Zhi, his current situation is far more exciting than the scenery.

He walked in the middle to the back of the group. To his left was the well-behaved Li Zhiyi, who followed him closely, her little hand occasionally tugging at his clothes, as if afraid of getting lost.

On the right is Pei Ningxue, a woman of high status, walking side by side with Chen Zhi.

This treatment of being surrounded by women on both sides made the boys from the surrounding high school grit their teeth in envy.

This Wu Zixi play is truly something special. It doesn't dwell on those dry, boring years, but rather effortlessly weaves together anecdotes and interesting stories behind every building and every tree, making it humorous, witty, and profound.

Unfortunately, his two main audiences were clearly not on the same wavelength.

Wu Zixi looked at the three of them, Chen Zhi and his companions, with a cold smile in his heart.

These days, pretty female students have such narrow-minded views; they're easily attracted to physical appearances. I'll show them what true intellectual depth is, and their superficial attraction will naturally crumble.

"The famous Peking University Library is just ahead."

Wu Zixi stopped and pointed to the magnificent building ahead, his tone becoming solemn. "This is one of the largest university libraries in Asia. For Peking University students, this is not just a place to store books, but also a sanctuary for the spirit."

The students gasped in amazement and immediately took out their phones to take pictures.

Wu Zixi turned around and looked at Chen Zhi.

"Young man, you spoke with remarkable eloquence; you must enjoy reading quite a bit, right?"

Wu Zixi smiled gently, "In this age of fragmented information, there aren't many people who can settle down and read attentively. I wonder what kind of books you're usually interested in? Do you lean towards the rational critique of Western philosophy, or do you prefer the magical realism of Latin American literature?"

This is a tricky question.

He doesn't ask if you read books; he directly asks about your school of thought. Most high school students, buried in science exam papers every day, might only glance at "Reader's Digest" a couple of times. Faced with this kind of question, they either show their ignorance or fail miserably at trying to look sophisticated.

The moment Chen Zhi opened his mouth, the difference in their cultural background became glaringly obvious.

Chen Zhi scratched his head, looking somewhat shy: "What you're saying is too profound; I haven't read much of it."

Wu Zixi's smile deepened slightly: "It's alright, reading is a gradual process..."

"However..." Chen Zhi changed the subject, his face sincere, "I've recently been studying some theoretical works about soul reshaping and martial spirit awakening."

Wu Zixi was taken aback.

Soul reconstruction?

That sounds like something out of sociology and theology. Could this kid be hiding something?

"Oh?" Wu Zixi's interest was piqued. He adjusted his glasses. "I'd like to hear more. Which master's work is it?"

"The work explores how a student from a low-class background, through his own efforts and teamwork, breaks through the old theocracy and achieves a leap in his life level in a violent social structure."

Chen Zhi spoke with intonation and solemnity, "Especially the chapter about resurrection, my love, which profoundly reveals the dialectical relationship between sacrifice and redemption. I believe its literary value is no less than that of any classical tragedy."

There was a two-second silence.

Wu Zixi frowned slightly, frantically searching his mental database. Work-study student? Theocracy? Resurrection?

Could it be some kind of obscure Eastern European literature?

"It sounds...very profound." Learning from past mistakes and wanting to avoid making a fool of himself, Wu Zixi cautiously commented, "What's the title?"

Chen Zhi grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Douluo Continent."

puff--

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but burst into laughter, making a pig-like squeal.

"What the hell is this, a leap across social classes!"

"Hahaha, Tang San, the work-study student, makes perfect sense! Brother Chen, you're good at reading comprehension!"

Wu Zixi's smile froze instantly. He felt like a fool, having listened to someone talk about online novels for so long with such seriousness.

"You're really funny, classmate." Wu Zixi gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure. "However, online novels are, after all, fast food culture, what we call 'bread and butter.' As future elites, if you indulge in this cheap thrill, it will be difficult to cultivate a strategic, overarching mindset. After all, Peking University doesn't need dreamers."

That's a rather harsh statement.

The satire, both overt and covert, is mocking Chen Zhi for being uncultured, low-class, and indulging in trivial pleasures.

The laughter subsided, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Li Zhiyi was somewhat unhappy.

She is usually very gentle and doesn't dare to speak loudly, but she can't stand hearing others say that about Chen Zhi.

In her mind, Chen Zhi was the smartest and the best.

The little girl mustered her courage, took a small step forward, and stood beside Chen Zhi.

She raised her head, a stubborn light shining in her clear eyes: "I think... what books one reads is a personal freedom. As long as they bring joy and thought, there is no distinction between high and low, noble and base."

At this point, she seemed to feel that her point wasn't strong enough, so she added, "Besides, Chen Zhi has excellent grades. He came in first in the last provincial joint exam with a total score of 712. Reading these books hasn't affected his excellence."

Wu Zixi choked.

712?

This kid looks carefree and irresponsible, but he's actually a top student of this caliber?

It's worth noting that he only scored around 680 points when he was admitted to Peking University.

But at Peking University, there is no shortage of top students.

What good are high scores? Once you get to university, what matters is your overall quality, your vision, and your connections.

"Grades are just a stepping stone; universities value comprehensive qualities and vision more," Wu Zixi tried to salvage the situation. "For example, an appreciation of classical music and a perspective on international affairs—these are the key differentiators from test-takers..."

"I'll watch it too."

A clear, cold voice suddenly broke in, interrupting Wu Zixi's incessant chatter.

Pei Ningxue, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up.

She stood in the shade of a tree, dappled sunlight falling on her exquisitely beautiful profile, breathtakingly beautiful.

She turned her head, her beautiful eyes glancing indifferently at Wu Zixi. "I also like reading 'Douluo Continent.' I think compared to some people who use a few well-worn classics to embellish their image, reading online novels is at least more authentic. Hypocritical elitism is more nauseating than entertainment."

Wu Zixi became completely withdrawn.

Why?

Why is that?

Do girls these days like this kind of uneducated, good-for-nothing type? Or is it true that being handsome allows you to do whatever you want?

He took a deep breath, knowing that dwelling on this topic any further would only bring him humiliation.

"Cough... It's so hot, everyone must be thirsty."

Wu Zixi chuckled twice. "I'll go buy some water for everyone."

Not long after, Wu Zixi returned carrying a case of bottled water.

He handed out a bottle to each student mechanically, clearly still reeling from the earlier blow.

When it was sent to Chen Zhi, he was particularly careful.

He was holding two bottles of chilled Gatorade and a bottle of room-temperature mineral water.

The sports drink was clearly for the girls, while the room temperature water was for Chen Zhi.

This kind of differential treatment is obvious to everyone who knows.

On a hot day like this, who wouldn't want a cold drink?

"Here you go, junior, this is ice-cold to cool you down." Wu Zixi handed a bottle of Gatorade to Li Zhiyi, his face breaking into a smile as he tried to salvage some of his image.

"Thank you, senior." Li Zhiyi politely accepted the drink, but did not drink it immediately.

Wu Zixi handed another bottle of Gatorade to Pei Ningxue: "This one's for you. It's lime flavored, very refreshing."

Pei Ningxue did not answer.

She simply shook her head, her tone indifferent: "I don't drink sweets."

Wu Zixi's hand froze in mid-air.

Taking it back is not an option, nor is handing it over.

Finally, he could only awkwardly shove the bottle of Gatorade into Chen Zhi's hand, his tone stiff: "Well... you can have this one. Boys should drink more to replenish electrolytes."

Chen Zhi laughed.

He took it without hesitation, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a large mouthful.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, instantly dispelling the summer heat.

"Thanks, senior. I was thirsty." Chen Zhi exhaled a breath of cool air, looking satisfied. "Iced food is the best. You've gone to so much trouble, senior."

Seeing Chen Zhi's blissful expression, Wu Zixi could no longer tolerate it and decided to abandon the pretense of peace. He didn't believe these two stunning beauties could tolerate being two-timing.

"Your relationship seems pretty complicated." Wu Zixi pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the three of them. "You said you were childhood sweethearts at the school gate, but... if I may ask, what exactly is your relationship?"

At this question, everyone around perked up their ears.

This is a battleground!

They had always wanted to know the relationship between these three people in class.

wrong

There should be four; one hasn't shown up yet.

Chen Zhi screwed the cap back on the bottle of Pulse, but did not answer immediately.

He turned around and looked at Pei Ningxue.

Because of the hot weather and the distance she had just walked, fine beads of sweat appeared on Pei Ningxue's forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.

Chen Zhi naturally raised his hand.

He gently brushed his fingertips across her jade-like cheek and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Pei Ningxue did not dodge.

She simply lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering, letting his fingers touch her skin.

That moment of docility was completely different from her usual aloofness.

After doing all this, Chen Zhicai slowly turned his head.

Looking at Wu Zixi's face, which was full of thirst for knowledge, he sighed.

"Senior, do you really want to know?"

Wu Zixi sneered inwardly: Keep making things up.

Once we have solid evidence that this guy is two-timing, let's see how he can keep up the act!

Chen Zhi's face was solemn, his tone tinged with a sense of vicissitude and helplessness: "Actually, this involves a feud within a wealthy family. Simply put, she is my half-sister. But I've always raised her as my own daughter. You know, it's not easy for a single father to raise a child, especially when the child reaches adolescence, and I have no choice."

Wu Zixi: ? ? ?

A half-sister?

What kind of biological miracle is this?

After saying that, he looked at Pei Ningxue with affection, as if he were really looking at an ignorant daughter.

Wu Zixi's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

He was frantically calculating the logical relationships in that sentence in his mind, his CPU was practically burning out.

Upon hearing this nonsense, Pei Ningxue, out of everyone's sight, stomped hard on Chen Zhi's foot.

That kick, with just the right amount of force, carried a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, but more so a kind of affection that only the two of them could understand.

Chen Zhi took the kick without changing his expression, his face still bearing that kind, fatherly smile.

"Senior, I'll have to trouble you to take care of my daughter at school from now on."

Wu Zixi stood there, bewildered in the wind.