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

Gu Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

A woman's terrifying sixth sense went off at that moment. Meng Wanqing's words, on the surface, were instructions for academic affairs, but every word seemed to imply that her ambiguous little actions under the table had been clearly seen.

In fact, there was a condescending tone in his voice.

"Don't worry, Principal Meng, I'm not one to tolerate any nonsense." Gu Qinghan bit her lower lip, her tone revealing a stubborn streak. "Once a student is assigned to my team, no one can escape."

"Is that so?" Meng Wanqing let out an extremely sweet and gentle laugh.

next second.

Meng Wanqing suddenly made a move.

She didn't pull her legs back together, but instead leaned forward slightly as if she was reaching for the opening ceremony schedule on the table.

The burgundy velvet coat opened wider at this movement. The black, deep-V silk top underneath was overwhelmed, revealing an extremely deep and dazzling cleavage without reservation.

She bypassed Gu Qinghan's obstruction, her red lips approaching Zhu Xunchuan's right side at an extremely dangerous distance.

An extremely rich and luxurious rose perfume instantly enveloped Zhu Xun Chuan.

Gu Qinghan was sandwiched between the two, completely suppressed by Meng Wanqing's extremely domineering mature woman aura. She could even feel the vice principal's long, wavy hair brushing against her shoulder, but she didn't dare to even breathe loudly. At Peking University, the executive vice principal's authority was not something a mere counselor like her could directly confront.

Meng Wanqing's alluring face stopped less than ten centimeters from Zhu Xunchuan's ear.

She didn't look at the flowchart.

A pair of fox-like eyes, seemingly capable of dripping water, stared intently into Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes.

"Xiao Xun Chuan." Meng Wanqing's red lips parted slightly, her voice extremely low, so low that only the three of them could hear it, "You've grown up. You look much more stylish in this suit than when you were shirtless in the video."

boom!

Zhu Xun Chuan felt as if a bomb had been dropped into his mind.

Half of my body went limp instantly from this intense, tingling sensation.

Video! Shirtless!

This woman is an absolute devil! In this situation, with her current top star sitting to her left and her icy ex-girlfriend in the middle, she actually dared to come right up to him and bring up private details from a video call they had during their online romance three years ago to flirt with him right in front of everyone!

Zhu Xun Chuan's breathing instantly became heavy.

He swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and subtly moved half an inch towards Meng Wanqing.

"Principal Meng, you flatter me." Zhu Xun Chuan smiled casually, lowered his voice, and retorted in a tone only the two of them understood, "After all, someone taught me back then that I should wear a good human skin on the outside. But if the principal wants to see something naked, I don't mind giving you a private report on 'ideological work' tonight."

Use the same tricks she taught me to flirt with her in return.

Meng Wanqing's smile deepened instantly. She didn't reply, but subtly winked at Zhu Xunchuan in mid-air before calmly leaning back in her chair.

The entire exchange lasted less than three seconds.

But Gu Qinghan, caught in the middle, was furious.

She didn't understand what "video" or "naked" meant, but she wasn't deaf or blind.

Xiao Xunchuan?

A newly appointed executive vice principal actually used such an extremely sweet and intimate term of address to call a freshman! And the distance between their faces, almost touching, and the ambiguous look in their eyes, clearly showed that two very familiar veterans were pulling each other wildly!

Gu Qinghan clenched her hands tightly on her knees.

You, Zhu Xunchuan!

Singers, school beauties, specially appointed professors—none of that matters to you! Have you gotten so bold as to lay hands on school leaders?!

Gu Qinghan gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently beneath her dark gray suit. If it weren't for the occasion, she would have definitely thrown the agenda sheet in her hand right now at Zhu Xun Chuan's handsome face.

But now, facing Meng Wanqing's overwhelming aura, she could only suppress all her anger like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Fu Xinghe, sitting in seat number 08, also took in all of this.

Holding the thread-bound copy of "Chu Ci," a rare solemnity appeared on her elegant face.

I originally thought it was just a competition with Gu Qinghan, a junior counselor, but now a vice principal with an incredibly high level of authority has been parachuted in.

Although Fu Xinghe was aloof and unassuming, her territorial instincts as a woman made her feel threatened by Meng Wanqing's mature and alluring charm like never before.

Three top-tier mature women, each with their own agendas, are engaged in a power struggle.

The air in the first row was so thick it was almost solidifying.

Just as Zhu Xun Chuan was being tormented by this atmosphere of extreme contrasts, his back was sweating profusely.

Suddenly, the deep, passionate voice of the director of the Academic Affairs Office came from the speakers at the front of the auditorium.

"Dear teachers and students!"

"Among this year's freshmen, there is a student who not only entered our School of Literature with the third-highest score in the province, but also demonstrated exceptional comprehensive qualities in just a few days after enrollment."

"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our freshman representative from the School of Humanities—"

"Zhu Xun Chuan, please go on stage to give a speech!"

Wow!

A thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Five thousand pairs of eyes turned to seat number 05 in the first row.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat down in his chair and took a deep breath.

He slowly stood up.

The navy blue bespoke suit refracted a highly textured sheen under the sweeping spotlight.

On the left, Su Mucheng, number 04, rested her chin on her hand, her peach blossom eyes filled with fervor and infatuation, and even blew him a kiss without any hesitation.

Second from the left, Shen Tianxi, number 02, clenched her fists, her face flushed with excitement, and silently shouted, "Go, husband!"

On the right, Gu Qinghan, number 06, pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses, her cold eyes revealing an extreme threat that said, "You're dead."

Second from the right, Meng Wanqing, number 07, is holding a glass of water, her red lips slightly pursed, the curve of her mouth full of playfulness and anticipation.

Third from the right, Fu Xinghe, number 08, put down his book, his cool gaze as gentle as water, quietly watching him.

Five women.

Five distinct yet equally deadly gazes.