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

"Bang!"

The last few overhead lights went out completely.

The auditorium was plunged into a deep, dim light. Two high-powered spotlights shone from the control room on the second floor, converging in the center of the wooden stage to form an extremely dazzling circle of light.

Click, click, click.

The sound of high heels tapping on the solid wood floor drifted out from behind the curtain at a leisurely pace.

The rhythm of each step was perfectly controlled, carrying an unquestionable aura of authority.

The entire audience of five thousand people held their breath.

A figure in burgundy slowly walked into the circle of light.

There were no stiff, old-fashioned dark business suits, nor meticulously styled hair buns.

The woman on stage was in her early thirties. She wore a high-quality burgundy velvet fitted suit. The jacket was not buttoned up, and she wore a black silk camisole underneath.

The suit is extremely fitted, tapering sharply along the slender waistline.

She paired it with a matching fitted pencil skirt that reached above her knees, revealing a small section of her plump calves covered in very thin flesh-colored stockings.

Her wavy hair fell casually over one shoulder. Red lips, almond-shaped eyes.

It's a charm that has been carefully honed by time. She has shed the naivety and slenderness of a young girl in her early twenties, and exudes the scent of a ripe peach. Gentle and dignified, yet with an exquisite allure that is subtly woven into every gesture.

Inside the auditorium, the sounds of boys swallowing their throats rose and fell.

First row VIP area.

Gu Qinghan, sitting in seat number 07, adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses. She always presented herself as a cold and aloof career woman.

But at this moment, looking at the woman on the stage who perfectly blended the charm of a mature woman with the relaxed sense of power, Gu Qinghan straightened her back and felt an instinctive pressure.

Fu Xinghe, in seat 08, put down his water bottle. His cool and aloof eyes swept over Meng Wanqing's voluptuous figure, then he glanced down at his own slightly thin and simple cheongsam.

Shen Tianxi and Su Mucheng on the left stopped whispering about the bag and looked up at the same time.

And in seat number 05.

Zhu Xun Chuan was stretching out his legs, enjoying the close yet distant touch of Su Mu Cheng's thigh on his left, while his right hand was still holding Gu Qing Han's slightly cool fingers under the wide armrest.

The moment my gaze followed the spotlight and I could clearly see the woman's face on the stage.

A thunderous roar erupted from the depths of Zhu Xunchuan's mind.

The muscles in my right hand, which was resting on the edge of the armrest, suddenly spasmed and contracted.

"Ouch!" Gu Qinghan winced in pain, frowned, and turned his face away, about to lash out.

She noticed that Zhu Xun Chuan's expression had completely broken down.

The face that had remained as steady as a mountain in the face of Li Chunzhu's provocation and the sight of a multi-million dollar luxury car was now tense, its Adam's apple bobbing violently, and its eyes filled with the horror of seeing a ghost.

Zhu Xunchuan pulled his right hand back as if he had been electrocuted, and sat up straight, trying to appear calm.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through the pure black silk shirt underneath.

That was three years ago.

Zhu Xun Chuan had just been bound to the [Emotional Value System] and was penniless. In order to practice how to provide emotional value to the opposite sex to earn cash, he cast a wide net on dating apps.

The first successful match was with a woman whose IP address was in Beijing and whose online name was "Wanwan".

The other person readily admitted that he was ten years older than her, worked in the public sector, was under a lot of pressure, and occasionally went online to relieve stress.

The inexperienced Zhu Xun Chuan couldn't wait to throw out all sorts of awkward, corny pickup lines in an attempt to boost his emotional appeal.

As a result, they were outmaneuvered and defeated.

"Little brother. That's not how you coax a woman. Saying 'I miss you' is too dry. You should say, 'I passed by a flower shop today and saw a bouquet of flowers, but I felt it couldn't compare to even a fraction of you, so I didn't buy it. I just wanted to tell you in person.'"

"Kid, don't lay all your cards on the table. This is called playing hard to get. No matter what she sends tonight, don't reply. Tomorrow morning, bring some hot soy milk and wait for her downstairs."

A full six months.

Zhu Xun Chuan not only failed to gain any emotional value from this woman, but was instead relentlessly manipulated by her on the keyboard. From understanding female psychology to the extreme tug-of-war in the mortal realm, and then to the ambiguous push-and-pull of language.

This is a living textbook of scumbags.

Zhu Xunchuan even remembered that sweltering summer night when the two of them had a video call.

She had just finished showering. She was wearing an extremely provocative burgundy velvet slip dress, reclining on a leather sofa, swirling a glass of red wine.

It was a crazy visual assault on the sixteen-year-old boy, even through the screen.

She looked at Zhu Xun Chuan, whose face was red and neck thick in the camera, and laughed so hard that she even deliberately pulled her suspenders down a little bit.

"Little wolf, do you really want to bite your big sister? Then study hard and get into the capital. I'll personally teach you things you can't learn from books."

later.

She said she had been transferred to a higher position and it was inconvenient for her to go online anymore. The two peacefully cut off contact.

Zhu Xun Chuan has completed his training and descended the mountain. Relying on the "strategy" she taught him, he dominated the online dating world, had countless online romances, and finally secured seven top-tier ex-girlfriends, cashing out a billion yuan.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the auditorium, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

The instructor who taught me how to bait the nest.

Now he's the executive vice principal, wielding the power of life and death, standing on the podium right in front of me?

The worst part is that I used the tricks she taught me to seduce all of her tutors and specially appointed professors!

Today's opening ceremony is not an execution platform.

This is the patriarch descending the mountain to subdue demons!

On the stage.

Meng Wanqing leaned on the solid wood edge of the podium with one hand, without any prepared speech.

With her other hand, she casually brushed aside the wavy curls that had fallen beside her ear.

"Dear colleagues and new classmates, I am Meng Wanqing."

The sound amplified through the top-of-the-line speakers. It was languid, soothing, with a hint of huskiness. Like a soft feather, it brushed precisely across the hearts of every man in the room.

A deafening round of applause immediately erupted from below.

Meng Wanqing parted her red lips slightly.

Even though what she said was all official rhetoric about Peking University's academic reforms and the development of academic ethics, the way it came from her beautiful, luscious mouth gave it an extra touch of natural charm.

Her control over the entire event was terrifying. With just a few words, she completely quelled the commotion caused by the female guests in the front row.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even dare to look up and meet the spotlight.

He could only pray that in the past three years, he had grown up and his temperament had changed, and that the video quality from when he was sixteen was too blurry for this ancestor to recognize him.

"In the next four years!"

Meng Wanqing's speech came to an end.

Her gaze moved from the back rows of the auditorium, layer by layer, towards the front.

He swept across the entire room.

Finally, it floated lightly to the core VIP area in the first row.

His gaze swept over Shen Tianxi's princess dress and then over Su Mucheng's stage outfit.

His gaze lingered for half a second on Gu Qinghan's dark gray suit before sweeping over Fu Xinghe's elegant cheongsam.

finally.

Those captivating eyes, seemingly able to see through every trick in the book and understand every man's inner workings, locked onto Zhu Xunchuan, who was sitting in seat number 05.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhu Xunchuan's heart clenched suddenly.

Meng Wanqing's red lips curved into an extremely playful arc.

In front of five thousand people.

Her long, slender right eyebrow was subtly and provocatively raised half an inch.

That was a special little gesture she would make every time she teased Zhu Xun Chuan until he blushed during a video call.

PS: Meng Wanqing is not counted among the seven ex-girlfriends. There are countless other characters who don't count, after all, Brother Chuan has flirted with too many high-quality beauties!