Damn it! The girl he likes insists on dragging him to a blind date.

Sheng Zongche, the eldest son of the Shengyao Group, never dreamed that one day he would ask such a question on the school radio station.

"I have a question: what should I do if the girl I like insists on dragging me to a blind date?"

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The September wind swept away the sweltering heat of midsummer, leaving only the lingering coolness of the evening enveloped in the final notes of cicada chirps.

At the entrance of an old alley in the old town of Haicheng, a black Rolls-Royce stands out from its surroundings.

Not far away, two bodyguards in suits surrounded a man from the front and back.

The man in front grabbed his chin, while the man behind punched him hard in the cheek. With a dull thud, blood seeped from the man's forehead, his teeth fell out mixed with blood and foam, and his face was beaten beyond recognition. He curled up on the ground, powerless to fight back.

Not far away, Xia You shrank back, her fair fingertips unconsciously gripping the faded denim skirt hem.

In just a few minutes, she had already imagined a scene where she was beaten halfway through her body and then thrown into the Huangpu River to be fed to the fish.

The momentary hesitation stretched out like an eternity.

At this moment, the two bodyguards released the man who was lying on the ground and unable to move, and were about to walk towards the car.

Oh no, they're leaving.

The next second, Xia You didn't have time to think. She gripped the canvas bag on her shoulder and rushed to the Rolls-Royce before the bodyguard could reach it.

She bent down and gently knocked on the car window.

Two seconds later, the car window slowly rolled down, revealing a sharply defined forehead and a high, straight nose.

Then, those deep eyes were fully revealed as the car window rolled down, and the twilight fell on the man's angular profile. His casual glance instantly captured my attention.

Xia You's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

It's been four years.

For the past four years, she had only ever watched from afar; this seemed to be the first time she had ever been so close to Sheng Zongche.

Sheng Zongche scanned her up and down, then after a moment, he parted his thin lips slightly and said, "No newspaper."

Xia You: "..."

Seeing the girl frown slightly, Sheng Zongche spoke again, "Not selling newspapers? Then... are you handing out pornographic pornographic content?"

Xia You choked for a moment, then composed herself, trying her best not to let that insignificant adoration show in her eyes.

She gripped the canvas bag on her shoulder and smiled at the man, "Senior Sheng, I'm also from Ocean University, one year below you, a sophomore in the Finance Department. My name is Xia You, Xia as in summer, You as in pomelo."

"Oh," Sheng Zongche said, his eyelids drooping, "I don't add you on WeChat, and I don't accept love letters."

"..."

Xia You had known this would be the outcome, so she wasn't upset at all, because her purpose in striking up a conversation with Sheng Zongche today wasn't what he thought.

"You've misunderstood. I'm not here to confess my feelings."

The girl's dimples, like brimming with honey, gently nestled into her cheeks, her eyelashes curving into a beautiful arc. "Senior Sheng, what's so fun about beating people up? Want to make money with me?"

Sheng Zongche: ?

"So, Senior Sheng, I've started a social club at school. Would you be interested in joining?"

Sheng Zongche: ? ?

"A single social event for three men and three women, I'll charge each person 100, but I won't charge you. In fact, I'll give you an extra 180 each time you attend, how about that?"

"..."

Sheng Zongche lifted his eyelids and looked at Xia You as if she were an idiot. "Your name is... Vulgar?"

Xia You involuntarily took a half step back, her smile faltering, and her voice rose, "I...I'm called Xia You!"

Sheng Zongche seemed not to have heard what she said, and slowly said, "Study hard, why are you going on blind dates? No wonder you're called vulgar."

After saying that, before Xia You could react, the Rolls-Royce window slowly closed.

Well, I expected this outcome.

At least, I was able to speak with Sheng Zongche.

Xia You pouted sullenly, preparing to turn and leave.

The next second, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.

The middle-aged man seemed to know the man lying on the ground being beaten. He rushed over and shouted, "Hey, Black Tiger! What happened to you?! You fell? How did you get like this?!"

Xia You's brow twitched, almost without her having time to think.

In a moment of impulsiveness, she reached out and opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, quickly slipping inside.

The car doors were quickly closed and locked.

Sheng Zongche in the car: ?