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

The system's notification sounds in my mind were driving me crazy.

[Ding! Extremely fanatical worship detected! Worship value +200!]

[Worship Points +500!]

[Worship Points +1000!]

The fervor of all the boys for Su Mucheng, after being transformed by the system, combined with Su Mucheng's own 100% deep admiration for Zhu Xunchuan, directly formed an extremely terrifying energy pool.

Zhu Xun Chuan watched the numbers flashing wildly on his retina, secretly delighted. He'd made a killing this time.

"Brother Chuan! Brother Chuan, look!"

On the left, Shen Tianxi, who was sitting in seat number 03, suddenly turned around excitedly and grabbed Zhu Xunchuan's left arm tightly with both hands, shaking it wildly.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with fervent little stars, and her cheeks were burning red.

"Sister Mu Cheng is looking at me! She just smiled at me! She definitely likes me!" Shen Tianxi was so excited she was incoherent, completely absorbed in her fangirl fantasies, even forgetting her yandere side. "That line 'forcefully pulling me out,' was she implying the power of fans? Oh my god, she's so good to her fans!"

Zhu Xun Chuan was so dizzy from being shaken that his eye twitched violently.

This girl's thought process is truly amazing.

Just now, Su Mucheng was clearly watching him sing a love song, but this girl automatically imagined it as an idol's exclusive response to a die-hard fan.

Zhu Xun Chuan silently gave Shen Tianxi a thumbs up in his heart for her self-control.

"Yes, she's looking at you." Zhu Xun Chuan suppressed a laugh, reached out his right hand and patted Shen Tianxi's hand gently. "You bought a hundred digital albums. She's a die-hard fan like that, she definitely likes you."

"I knew it!" Shen Tianxi was so happy she almost fainted, and continued to turn her head and wave her hands wildly.

With this extreme maneuver, Zhu Xunchuan effortlessly averted a potential catastrophe on the left.

He turned his head.

On the right, Gu Qinghan, in seat number 06, leaned back in her chair.

A dark gray suit hugged her shapely figure. Her long legs, clad in black stockings, were crossed elegantly.

She pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses, staring coldly at Su Mucheng, who was shining brightly on the stage, and then glanced at Zhu Xunchuan.

"Congratulations, classmate." Gu Qinghan's voice was low, tinged with a strong sense of bitterness. "Why do the lyrics of this song sound so familiar? 'Full of wild winds'? 'Breaking through locked doors'?"

She emphasized the pronunciation of the character "lock".

Yesterday morning in the counselor's office, Zhu Xunchuan locked the door himself, pressed her against the door, and forcibly kissed her.

Gu Qinghan had an extremely sharp intuition; she always felt that the lyrics of that sly fox on stage were alluding to Zhu Xunchuan.

"These are all lyrics churned out by lyricists on an assembly line. You're overthinking it, Mr. Gu." Zhu Xun Chuan remained calm and composed, casually picking up his bottle of mineral water and taking a sip. "In my heart, only Mr. Gu's teachings are like a whirlwind."

"Sweet talk." Gu Qinghan snorted coldly. But the corners of his tightly pursed lips still turned up slightly.

Sitting in seat number 08, Fu Xinghe had no interest in the noisy pop music. Her head was down, her fingers turning the pages of the *Chu Ci* (Songs of Chu), her aloof demeanor completely out of place in the frenzied atmosphere of the venue.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that she's turning the pages twice as fast as before.

on the stage.

The song ended.

The smoke from the dry ice gradually dissipated. The lights returned to their original positions.

Su Mucheng gripped the microphone, her chest heaving as she sang with all her might. A fine layer of sweat glistened on her forehead under the lights.

She bowed deeply to the audience.

The screams from the entire audience completely spiraled out of control.

Just as Su Mucheng straightened up, preparing to complete the final fixed-point movement.

She looked in the direction of seat number 05, her hands behind her back.

Just when everyone thought she was just striking an elegant pose, Su Mucheng's hands, which were behind her back, were discreetly clasped together, her fingers curled.

They made a perfectly standard heart shape that could only be seen from the first row.

Not only that, she also winked her right eye playfully in Zhu Xun Chuan's direction.

boom!

The boys in the back row who caught the wink went completely crazy, shouting Su Mucheng's name at the top of their lungs.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the chair, his Adam's apple bobbing.

This top-tier wildcat is getting bolder and bolder.

[Ding! System worship points have exceeded 30,000!]

Accompanied by the system's emotionless, mechanical voice, Su Mucheng, escorted by two bodyguards, jogged down the steps.

She did not go to the backstage dressing room.

Instead, under the watchful eyes of five thousand people in the audience, he walked directly down the aisle in front of the first row back to his seat, number 04.

She had just sat down.

An extremely rich scent of sweet oranges mixed with the fermented body odor of a young girl wafted directly towards Zhu Xunchuan.

Su Mucheng didn't care whether anyone was watching. Relying on her status as a big star, she became even more unrestrained in her behavior.

She leaned to the right, almost touching Zhu Xun Chuan's left arm.

The silver miniskirt rode upwards as she sat down, revealing the delicate skin at the base of her thighs to Zhu Xun Chuan without reservation.

"Brother Chuan," Su Mucheng said in a low voice, still slightly breathless from singing, "Was it good? I revised the lyrics last night. They were all written for you."

As she spoke, her hand, which had been hanging under the table, began to wander again, tracing the fabric of Zhu Xunchuan's trousers all the way down to his inner thigh.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed down on her fidgety hand with his left hand, turned to look at her bright and beautiful face, and whispered, "If you keep fidgeting, I don't mind helping you practice some new moves tonight."

Su Mucheng's cheeks flushed instantly. She bit her lower lip, not daring to move, but her eyes were full of smugness.

Shen Tianxi, who was sitting in seat number 03, was just about to lean over and ask her idol for an autograph.

A hostess in a red cheongsam, carrying an exquisitely crafted tray, quickly walked up to Shen Tianxi.

"Student Shen," the hostess said with a slight bow, her voice clear and melodious, "next is the special tribute segment of this year's opening ceremony. The principal just instructed that you please move to the waiting area now to prepare. You will represent Elder Shen of the Tianjin Military Region to present flowers to our honorary and meritorious professor of Peking University."

These words were spoken.

The air in the first row seemed to freeze instantly.

On the right, Gu Qinghan's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, suddenly stopped.

Fu Xinghe stopped turning the pages of the book completely.

Even Meng Wanqing, the executive vice principal sitting in seat number 01, turned her head naturally and looked over with a deep gaze.

The Shen family of the Tianjin Military Region, representing Elder Shen of the Military Region, her identity is self-evident.

Even in a place like the capital, these few words carry such weight that they can crush a person.

Gu Qinghan and Fu Xinghe's gazes simultaneously passed over Zhu Xunchuan and were fixed on Shen Tianxi, who was wearing a white princess dress and looked harmless.

Military background?

Is this the girl that Zhu Xun Chuan publicly protected in the cafeteria?