Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

8 PM that evening, dormitory 602.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair and reviewed the script with satisfaction.

This is the first music video he produced independently, and if he's going to do it, he'll do it to the best of his ability.

The male lead will do it himself.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Being handsome is the ultimate currency. This face is a top-tier gift from God—sharp yet not harsh features, deep-set eyes with a touch of languor, and a mischievous smirk that's almost irritating. It looks good without makeup, in backlight, and even with a front-facing phone camera.

When the music video is released, the decibel level of female fans' screams will at least triple.

As for the female lead—

Lin Yuan's fingers stopped on the keyboard, a look of determination appearing in his eyes.

A face popped into my mind.

With her burgundy wavy hair, upturned eyes, and full red lips, her smile resembled the most vibrant rose of midsummer.

Gu Zhiwan. The face of the performing arts department, a walking hormone generator, so alluring and captivating that she can steal your soul at a glance.

During a recent military training singing competition, the two spontaneously sang a duet of "Summer Breeze." After someone filmed it and uploaded it online with the title "Jinghua School's most handsome and beautiful girl sing 'Summer Breeze,' so sweet it's sickening," it went viral overnight.

The comment section completely exploded:

"I'm totally shipping this couple! It's like a real-life idol drama!"

"Who's that guy?! He's so handsome, why doesn't he go into acting?!"

"This girl is so beautiful! What kind of divine beauty is this!"

"I love watching handsome men and beautiful women fall in love!"

The video garnered over five million views in three days and immediately trended on Weibo.

This is the secret to online traffic. The entire internet was all smiles after watching it—after all, who doesn't love watching handsome men and beautiful women in sweet romance?

It would be a complete waste not to make good use of this wave of traffic.

It's university season right now, and the atmosphere on campus is so romantic that even the air seems pink. Welcome parties, club recruitment, chance encounters in the cafeteria, strolls on the playground—every scene is a natural filter for romance.

The most impactful expressions of emotion in the world are always hidden in unforgettable love.

This is exactly what he wanted.

When it's sweet, it's captivating, making viewers smile like doting aunts; when it's heartbreaking, it's precisely poignant, bringing tears to the eyes of viewers without warning.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan pinched his chin, the cunning in his eyes growing even stronger.

Hehehe.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?

I'm about to harvest your tears.

Lin Yuan snapped out of his reverie, took out his phone, opened WeChat, and found Gu Zhiwan's chat window.

Building 3, North Campus, Room 404.

Gu Zhiwan, who had just finished blow-drying her hair, had her bathrobe loosely tied, and her wine-red curly hair fell loosely over her shoulders and neck, the ends still warm and damp. She lay on her side on the bed when her phone suddenly lit up.

Sender: [Lin Yuan]

She raised an eyebrow and clicked.

[Lin Yuan: Are you free tomorrow? We need a female lead for our music video, want to come?]

Gu Zhiwan stared at the message for two seconds, her eyes crinkling slightly: [Director Lin, inviting the female lead without a script or introduction? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were making an erotic film.]

[Lin Yuan: Whether it's an erotic film or not depends on your acting skills.]

Gu Zhiwan chuckled softly; this person's words were as infuriating as ever.

[Gu Zhiwan: Are you praising me or insulting me?]

[Lin Yuan: State the facts.]

Before she could reply, the other person sent another message: "My music videos only capture two emotions—making people laugh and making them cry. Come or not, it's up to you."

Gu Zhiwan's fingertip suddenly stopped on the screen.

Putting aside the nonchalant attitude, this line of text is firm and composed, reflecting the absolute confidence of the creator.

She smiled and said, "Okay. If I mess it up, you treat me to meals at the cafeteria for a month."

[Lin Yuan: Okay. After we finish filming, it's your turn to treat me to bubble tea for a month.]

[Gu Zhiwan: On what grounds?]

[Lin Yuan: This music video of mine will be a hit. It's a win-win situation, don't make it sound like I'm begging you.]

Gu Zhiwan's heart stirred slightly, and she bit her lower lip to suppress the smile.

[Gu Zhiwan: See you at the school gate tomorrow.]

She turned off her phone, tucked it under her pillow, and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. Even with her eyes closed, a smile she couldn't suppress lingered on her lips.

Xie Wanyin, who was in the opposite bed, caught this scene out of the corner of her eye, and her gossip-loving soul instantly ignited: "What are you secretly laughing about? Who are you chatting with?"

Gu Zhiwan suppressed all emotion, her tone flat and emotionless: "Nobody."

I saw you smile!

"Thinking about what to wear tomorrow." Gu Zhiwan turned her back to her, ending the conversation. "Going to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow."

Shen Qingci pulled the blanket up, making a soft rustling sound on the pillowcase.

Xie Wanyin also shrank back into the quilt, hugged Pikachu and mumbled a few words, then gradually fell silent.

The only sound in dormitory 404 was the low hum of the air conditioner.

Only Su Zhiyuan remained awake.

As soon as I close my eyes, that scene on the playground replays in my mind over and over again—Gu Zhiwan hooks her fingers together, Lin Yuan catches the lyrics, the two look at each other, and the whole place erupts in cheers.

It's normal for a vixen like Gu Zhiwan to actively flirt with a man. That's just her personality; she'll rub against any cute cat she sees.

But Lin Yuan...

Su Zhiyuan gripped the corner of the blanket, her fingers tightening.

That guy answered so naturally.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep.