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

As Zhu Xun Chuan stepped out of the School of Literature building, the early autumn sun shone on him, but he didn't feel a trace of warmth.

He stood by the flower bed, looking down at the folder in his hand, his head throbbing.

Summer Evening Firefly.

Su Mucheng.

Jiang Yao.

Fu Xinghe.

Shen Tianxi.

The fact that these five names are on the same invite list for next Wednesday's school opening ceremony is practically a custom-made terrorist attack. Any one of them could cause a huge stir in Kyoto.

If five people were on stage together, and it happened to be discovered that this "shared ex-boyfriend" was in the audience handling the coordination...

Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed his stiff cheeks. He could already picture what would happen next Wednesday: Xia Wan Ying waving banknotes, wanting to buy the school; Jiang Yao pulling out a butterfly knife and holding it to his waist; Fu Xing He reading a love letter on stage; Shen Tian hope crying and begging her grandfather to mobilize troops; and finally, Gu Qing Han pushing up his glasses and giving him a major demerit.

"This isn't a school opening ceremony, it's clearly my seventh-day memorial service."

Zhu Xun Chuan sighed. But thinking back to the smooth, slippery feel of his leg brushing against the thin black stockings under Gu Qinghan's desk, he couldn't help but rub his fingers together. The feeling of his aloof female mentor being jealous was certainly intense. "To die beneath a peony is to die romantically, even as a ghost," he thought, taking it one step at a time.

After calming himself down, Zhu Xunchuan walked back to the boys' dormitory area.

Push open the wooden door of dormitory room 621.

The dormitory was bustling with activity.

My two roommates, whom I hadn't seen before, were there. Zhao Dahai and Sun Hao were staring intently at the computer screen like two guardian deities.

Zhao Dahai is a burly man from Northeast China, standing at 1.85 meters tall and weighing nearly 200 pounds. He is nicknamed "Old Zhao." Sun Hao, on the other hand, has the typical physique of an engineering student. He is as thin as a bamboo pole, wears thick-rimmed glasses, and is nicknamed "Mouse."

The two of them frantically typed on the keyboard, clicked the mouse loudly, and their faces turned red.

"Fatty, your mouse is practically sparking!" Zhu Xun Chuan casually closed the door, pulled out his chair, and sat down, teasing, "What kind of Japanese adult film are you watching, so engrossed?"

"Brother Chuan! Stop messing around! This is a matter of life and death!" Old Zhao didn't even turn his head, his eyes wide like saucers. "Su Mucheng! The nation's first love, Su Mucheng! She's having the first stop of her tour concert at the Kyoto Sports Center next week, and tickets went on sale at 3:30 this afternoon. With my 20 years of single-life experience, I couldn't even get a seat on the outer stands!"

Mouse, frantic, was tearing his hair apart: "The server completely crashed! Fifty thousand tickets, gone in three seconds! My ticket-grabbing script is useless!"

Old Zhao slapped his thigh and wailed, "I just checked Damai.cn, and even the scalpers have gone crazy. The original price of 2,800 yuan for an inner-circle ticket is now being resold for 30,000 yuan! And there's no market for them! These damn scalpers are practically sucking our blood!"

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said nothing.

Has Su Mucheng become this popular?

"You two should save your breath."

The sliding door to the balcony was opened. Lin Yuan walked in, a toothpick dangling from his mouth. He had been smoking outside and had just overheard their complaints.

Lin Yuan walked up behind the two, patted Lao Zhao's broad shoulder, and looked at him with a disappointed expression: "You're too narrow-minded. Why are you arguing with scalpers? If you two really want to go, why not worship the big shots in the dorm instead of those little devils?"

Old Zhao and Haozi turned around at the same time, looking completely bewildered.

"A Buddha? What Buddha?" Old Zhao looked at Lin Yuan, then followed Lin Yuan's gaze to Zhu Xun Chuan, who was sitting in a chair drinking water.

Lin Yuan walked up to Zhu Xun Chuan's desk, put his hands on his hips, and raised his chin higher than the sky: "Get out of the way, give my godfather a seat!"

Zhu Xun Chuan glanced at him and laughed, "Stop making trouble for me."

Lin Yuan ignored him completely. He opened Zhu Xunchuan's drawer and carefully took out a SF Express same-city delivery envelope. He turned the envelope upside down, and three exquisitely designed hard cardboard sheets with dark gold borders slid onto the table.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly," Lin Yuan said, pointing to the table.

Old Zhao and Haozi went over.

"Su Mucheng National Tour Concert - Kyoto Station." Old Zhao read out the words above.

The mouse's gaze instantly locked onto the small print below, and its voice cracked: "Holy crap! VVIP privilege seating area! Row 1, seats 21, 22, and 23?! These are the very front and middle seats!"

The dormitory was deathly silent for a full three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Old Zhao's two-hundred-pound body suddenly erupted with a deafening roar. He lunged forward and grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's leg tightly.

"Brother Chuan! You're my own brother! No, you're my own father!" Old Zhao was almost in tears. "These tickets are being sold by scalpers for 100,000 yuan each and you still can't buy them! These are non-circulating, capital-controlled tickets! Where did you get them?!"

Haozi was so excited he was almost incoherent. He rushed over and grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulder: "Brother Chuan, you've been hiding something! Are you related to the organizer? Or is your family actually in the mining business?"

Seeing the group of "rebellious sons" going crazy in the dormitory, Zhu Xun Chuan felt helpless.

"Alright, let go now, you're about to pull my pants down." Zhu Xun Chuan kicked Lao Zhao. "It's a gift from a friend. But there are only three tickets."

"How do we divide the three?" Mouse pushed up his glasses, his intelligence instantly kicking in.

Lin Yuan clicked his tongue twice beside him: "Is that even a question? One is for Brother Chuan himself. He was just downstairs, eating chicken soup made by Shen Tianxi, the most beautiful girl in our literature school. The second one is definitely for his wife. As for the third one..."

Lin Yuan deliberately dragged out the last syllable, winking at Lao Zhao and Haozi.

Old Zhao and Haozi immediately realized that this was a case of using two peaches to kill three warriors!

There are four people in room 621. Zhu Xunchuan and Shen Tianxi used two tickets, leaving only one ticket, but there are three of them.

Old Zhao's eyes lit up, and he immediately started massaging Zhu Xun Chuan's legs: "Brother Chuan, are your legs sore? I'll buy you a month's worth of smelly socks tonight!"

Not to be outdone, Haozi started massaging Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulders: "Brother Chuan, I'll take care of all your Mao Zedong Thought papers for the second semester! Not only that, but I'll also ensure a 0% plagiarism rate!"

Lin Yuan snapped, "Damn it, you two have no sportsmanship! I'm the one who found this ticket!"

Seeing his three roommates almost turn against each other over a concert ticket, Zhu Xunchuan rubbed his temples in exasperation.

He's a billionaire now, after all. Since they're roommates, he can't bring one along while the other two stay in the dorm and grow mushrooms.

"Alright, stop arguing." Zhu Xun Chuan interrupted their bickering, tapping his fingers twice on the table. "We're all roommates, if you want to go, go together. It's just two tickets, I'll figure something out."

"Really?" Old Zhao's eyes widened. "Brother Chuan, this is VVIP first row! These tickets aren't something you can just buy with money; you need connections to the highest levels! You can still get another one?"