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

He walked to the desk and placed his hands on the edge of the desk.

"Professor, I'm just helping our department expand its social resources." Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a mischievous smile, completely unfazed. "Didn't you ask me to come and be your research assistant every noon? I thought I'd get more experience in the real world so I can better serve you."

Gu Qinghan stood up.

The tight-fitting pencil skirt instantly accentuated her curvaceous and exaggerated waist and hips. Wearing high heels, she walked around the desk and directly to Zhu Xun Chuan.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

She raised her hand, and the cool edge of the bamboo ruler gently lifted Zhu Xun Chuan's chin.

Gu Qinghan tilted her head slightly, looking at him through her glasses. Her eyes held an intense, suppressed bitterness and resentment.

"Stop with your silver tongue." Her tone was stern, but her voice trembled slightly at the end. "I don't care how outrageous you were before, or how many cousins ​​you had. But in my class, in my office, you can only look at me, and you can only think of me."

This sourness is even stronger than Shanxi aged vinegar. This isn't a counselor giving a lecture; it's clearly an empress asserting her authority.

Zhu Xunchuan's gaze deepened.

Instead of retreating, he suddenly took a step forward.

His thigh pressed directly against Gu Qinghan's body.

Gu Qinghan hadn't expected him to retaliate. She gasped and stumbled backward. Her lower back hit the edge of the desk, leaving her nowhere to retreat. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed back into the large leather swivel chair.

Zhu Xun Chuan moved closer. He leaned down and placed his hands on the leather armrests on either side of the seat.

His tall figure completely confined Gu Qinghan to a small space.

Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart. The scent of citrus mixed with masculine hormones instantly filled Gu Qinghan's breath.

"You... what do you want to do!" Gu Qinghan's voice finally lost its rhythm, and a crack appeared in his usually aloof mentor mask.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't speak, he just looked down at her.

In the shadows under the desk.

Zhu Xun Chuan thrust his right knee forward.

Through the thin fabric of the casual pants, his calves brushed directly against Gu Qinghan's calves, which were clad in black stockings.

The ultra-thin black stockings clung to her delicate skin, exuding an astonishing smoothness and suppleness. Zhu Xun Chuan gently rubbed his calves up and down, feeling the firm flesh beneath the silky smoothness.

Gu Qinghan froze.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her fair face flushed crimson at a visible speed.

"Zhu Xun Chuan...you're being insolent." She bit her lower lip, her voice so soft it could stretch into silk, and even the hand holding the ruler was trembling.

She tried to pull her leg back, but Zhu Xun Chuan's leg was firmly stuck to her knee, making it impossible for her to move.

"Professor Gu," Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice low and husky, "You just said that I should dedicate all my energy to you. So, I'd like to ask, could I get full marks for my participation as a research assistant?"

The heat seeped into my earlobe.

Gu Qinghan could not stand such unbridled teasing.

Under the table, Zhu Xun Chuan's legs pressed even higher, the texture of the black stockings clearly visible through the trouser leg. Both of them were frantically testing that forbidden line.

"Smack."

Gu Qinghan lost her grip on the bamboo ruler and it fell onto the wooden floor.

She gripped the leather armrests tightly with both hands, her snow-white breasts heaving violently with her rapid breathing.

Just as reason was about to completely collapse.

Suddenly, clear footsteps and voices came from the corridor outside the door.

"Dean Li, this approval document for the welcome party needs Professor Gu's signature. Is she in her office?"

"The blinds are drawn; she's probably taking a nap inside. Let's knock and ask."

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping outside the door.

Gu Qinghan seemed to wake from a dream. She suddenly reached out and forcefully pushed away Zhu Xunchuan's chest.

She stood up in a panic, quickly straightening the wrinkled hem of her white shirt and the tight pencil skirt with both hands.

Zhu Xun Chuan straightened up and took two steps back. He bent down to pick up the bamboo ruler from the ground and gently placed it on the large mahogany desk.

Gu Qinghan took two deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the flush on her face and the tenderness in her eyes.

She turned around, pulled a blue folder from the neatly arranged academic materials on the table, and stiffly handed it to Zhu Xunchuan.

"Next week... next Wednesday is the school's opening ceremony." Gu Qinghan tried to appear calm, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye. "I've assigned you the task of coordinating with the special guests. Go and check the guest list and schedules. This is your job as a research assistant, so don't refuse."

"Knock knock knock." A knocking sound came from outside the door.

Gu Qinghan glared at Zhu Xunchuan, signaling him to hurry up and open the door.

Zhu Xun Chuan took the blue folder, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He turned and walked to the door, pulled the metal latch from the inside, and opened the door.

Dean Li and a young administrative staff member outside the door were taken aback.

"Zhu Xunchuan? You're here too," Dean Li asked.

"Yes, Professor Gu is assigning me the coordination tasks for the opening ceremony. We just finished talking, and I'm about to leave." Zhu Xun Chuan waved the folder in his hand and strode out of the office past Dean Li.

Dean Li peeked into the office. Gu Qinghan sat upright in a leather chair, looking down at her lesson plan. Apart from her face being slightly flushed, there was nothing unusual about her.

Zhu Xunchuan walked down the stairs.

He stopped at the corner on the first floor. Recalling the tugging sensation of the black stockings under the desk, he couldn't help but rub his fingers together.

The feeling of a cold, aloof female mentor being jealous is certainly intense.

He casually flipped open the blue folder, his gaze sweeping over the first page.

The list of "special guests" and their backgrounds for next week's opening ceremony is clearly displayed in bold.

1. Xia Wanying (Honorary Trustee of Kyoto University, President of Dinghe Construction Group)

2. Su Mucheng (Top female singer in China, campus image ambassador)

3. Jiang Ting (Chairman of Kyoto Jiang Group, Honorary Alumnus) (Note: Attended on his behalf by his eldest daughter, Jiang Yao)

4. Fu Xinghe (Distinguished Professor and Invited Speaker, Faculty of Letters, Kyoto University)

5. Shen Zhenshan (Deputy Commander of Tianjin Military Region, Honorary Sponsor of the School's Founding) (Note: Flowers were presented on his behalf by his granddaughter, Shen Tianxi)

Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze was fixed on the printed paper.

The pupils trembled violently.

Five names.

Five nuclear bombs powerful enough to destroy the Earth.

Next Wednesday. Same time, same place, same stage. Heiresses, top celebrities, underworld princesses, aloof beauties, and sickly school beauties will all gather at this opening ceremony.

Zhu Xunchuan closed the folder and looked up at the clear blue sky outside the window.

He felt he wouldn't need to go to school the day after tomorrow. He could go directly to the western suburbs cemetery and choose a burial plot with good feng shui, preferably a spacious row of family graves.

This will make it convenient for these women to come and visit the grave together later.