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

"Go ahead and do your party." Zhu Xun Chuan patted her ample bosom. "If the zipper gets stuck again, just call me."

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up the suit jacket from the ground, draped it over her shoulders, turned around, opened the dressing room door, and strode away.

Meng Wanqing leaned against the cold mirror, watching the tall figure disappear at the end of the corridor, her legs suddenly feeling weak and uncontrollable. She reached out and touched her lips, which were swollen from the kiss, and instead of anger at being offended, her eyes flashed with an almost morbid obsession and madness.

She was determined to have this wild wolf that she had raised herself.

……

Two hours later, the welcome party came to a successful conclusion.

Su Mucheng's sexy opening and Shen Tianxi's piano solo rendition of "White Moonlight of the Military Region" completely ignited the Peking University campus forum.

A large number of boys were frantically building comments below, unaware that these two stunning goddesses had both been kissed by the same person behind the wall.

As the supervisor of the entire event, Gu Qinghan's gaze towards Zhu Xunchuan throughout the night was filled with an extremely complex chill.

The cool, refreshing aroma of tea after the rain was clearly mixed with the sour taste of aged vinegar. This aloof instructor had obviously memorized the debt from the second-floor changing room.

It's 11 p.m. in room 621.

Old Zhao and Haozi were still excitedly discussing the beautiful women at the party, while Lin Yuan fawned over Zhu Xunchuan, washing his socks and hanging them up to dry.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a cold shower and lay on the single bed wearing only a pair of athletic shorts.

Today's chaotic scene was non-stop, with intense push-and-pull maneuvers with six top-tier women. It was extremely mentally taxing, and if it weren't for the basic physical enhancement potion, my kidneys would have given out long ago.

The morning sunlight streamed obliquely through the glass doors of the balcony into room 621 of the Kyoto University dormitory.

Zhu Xun Chuan woke up in his single bed, rubbing his slightly sore temples. Yesterday's opening ceremony and welcome party had left him juggling five top-tier women like a firefighter.

Especially last night in the changing room on the second floor of the auditorium, the extremely provocative and immoral push and pull with Executive Vice Principal Meng Wanqing almost drained him both physically and mentally.

He reached for his phone next to his pillow, and as soon as he unlocked it, several WeChat messages popped up.

The sender is "Da Ju Wei Zhong" (Su Mucheng).

The time displayed is 7:30 AM.

Opening the chat window, the top of the screen displays an extremely alluring private photo. The background of the photo is the king-size bed in the penthouse suite of the Victoria Hotel, and Su Mucheng is wearing only a loose white shirt left behind by Zhu Xunchuan, the hem barely covering her upper thighs.

She lay on her side amidst the messy bedding, her eyes languid and dreamy. One long leg, clad in sheer, shimmering black stockings, deliberately peeked out from the corner of the blanket, the skin at the base of her leg dazzlingly white.

This was followed by a ten-second voice message.

Zhu Xun Chuan clicked play, and Su Mu Cheng's sweet, husky voice, like someone just waking up, immediately came through the receiver: "Honey~ My legs are so sore from dancing in the opening show last night, and you didn't even have a celebratory late-night snack with me. It's so cold sleeping alone in the hotel bed, and I can practically smell your shirt on you... And those glittery black stockings aren't torn yet, are you coming to check them for me?"

Extremely direct and provocative.

This is the contrast between a top-tier female celebrity's private life and her real-life persona. On stage, she's the pure and lovely nation's first love; offstage, on this big bed, she's an extremely clingy little wildcat with a head full of raunchy jokes.

Zhu Xun Chuan smiled, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he typed a reply with practiced ease: "Take care of your leg today. Next time, I'll put out the fire in your bed for you, with interest, and I guarantee you won't need to get out of bed for three days."

The message was just sent successfully.

"Holy crap! Bro Chuan! Something terrible has happened!"

Lin Yuan, who was in the opposite bed, suddenly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. His head hit the bed board with a "bang," and he grimaced in pain but didn't bother to rub it. Holding his phone, he scrambled off the bed.

"What are you howling about? It's so early in the morning." Old Zhao and Haozi were startled awake, their faces full of impatience.

"Weibo crashed! The server was down for ten minutes before it was fixed!" Lin Yuan's eyes were wide open, and his voice was trembling. "Sister-in-law... Su Mucheng is trending at number one! The whole internet is flooded with negative stories about her!"

Zhu Xun Chuan's hand holding the phone suddenly stopped.

The lazy smile that had been in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely cold glint.

He quickly switched to WeChat and opened the Weibo app.

The opening screen froze for two seconds, and the top trending topic was a dark red "hot" tag: #SuMuchengAbusesFansInTheRainyNight#.

The second and third points that followed were both extremely malicious derivative topics.

#Su Mucheng's innocent image collapses#

#Su Mucheng's rendezvous with her sugar daddy in an RV#

#GetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry#

Zhu Xun Chuan clicked on the top trending topic, and the most popular Weibo post had already surpassed 300,000 reposts and over 100,000 comments. The poster's ID was "Little Raindrop," a name Zhu Xun Chuan recognized. Su Mu Cheng had mentioned it during a casual chat in the RV before; it was the president of her die-hard fan club who had followed her offline since her debut.

The Weibo post included a set of nine photos.

The most important photo in the middle is the one taken a few days ago at the film studio on the outskirts of the city, where Su Mucheng, wearing a white silk camisole, threw herself into Zhu Xunchuan's arms! Due to the distance and the cover of night, the photo only captured a blurry back view of Zhu Xunchuan, but clearly captured Su Mucheng's fawning posture as she tightly hugged the man's neck.

The remaining eight photos were all taken on a dark night with torrential rain. The angles were extremely challenging.

In one photo, Su Mucheng walks quickly and coldly into a nanny van under the cover of several black umbrellas; in another photo, a girl soaking wet sits in a puddle, next to her a cup of cheap milk tea spilled on the ground, while several burly bodyguards point menacingly at her.

The accompanying text was extremely sentimental and malicious:

[I've been a fan of yours for a whole year! I've attended every single one of your offline events! The day I found out you were rehearsing for the welcome party at Peking University, I waited for four hours in the pouring rain just to bring you a hot milk tea! And what did you do? You hooked up with a rich second-generation heir and don't treat us lowly fans like human beings at all! You came out with a cold face, threw the milk tea I carefully picked out on the ground like trash, and even had your bodyguards forcibly shove me into a beat-up car and kick me out! I'll never forget the way you called me "so annoying for clinging to you"! A two-faced slut like you doesn't deserve to be an idol! Everyone, see her true colors, she's just a whore who climbed the social ladder by relying on men!]

This long post instantly ignited resentment towards the wealthy and a passion for gossip across the internet.

The comment section below has been completely overrun, resembling a large-scale online bullying scene.

"The most damaging thing is when fans turn against you! Is this what they call the nation's first love? What are you pretending to be so innocent for?!"

"I feel so sorry for the blogger. After waiting in the rain for four hours, this is how they were treated. These guys in the entertainment industry are unbelievable."

"Just look at that photo of her hugging a man; those clothes are definitely from someone who just got out of bed. They're absolutely tattered!"

In the dorm, Lin Yuan trembled with rage as he looked at the vicious comments: "Bullshit! Brother Chuan was clearly there that night, where did the bodyguards come from who beat people up? Have these keyboard warriors lost their minds?!"

Zhu Xun Chuan remained silent, his expression eerily calm. Yet, the surrounding air seemed to instantly plummet to freezing point, the oppressive aura from the system's initial physical enhancement leaking out uncontrollably, plunging the entire 621 dormitory into a deathly oppression.

"Buzz—"

My phone vibrated violently, and the caller ID showed it was Su Mucheng.

Zhu Xunchuan slid down the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Ugh... Xun Chuan..."