When actors have overlapping schedules, both film crews must adjust shooting plans, increasing production costs and difficulty—a drain on resources and energy.

When meetings clash, leaders end up flying around constantly just to attend them all.

Even students encounter course clashes, with two professors teaching desirable classes at the exact same time. What to do? Thankfully, with high-tech tools like DV recorders nowadays, you can just ask a friend to record one for you!

And the minor trouble Wang Zhuo is currently facing is a scheduling conflict with women. As his flirtatious escapades increased, this situation became inevitable!

But who was Wang Zhuo? He was the renowned action choreographer. His other title, overall director, just hadn't caught on yet. Never mind this minor squall; he had resolved far greater troubles countless times!

Take the situation just a short while ago, for instance. The night before, he played Dou Dizhu until dawn. After a short nap, he proceeded to needle Director Zheng Mingshun before playing a game of eight-ball at the billiard club. Then, he spent an entire afternoon playing "Biting Mushrooms" with An Qi. After returning home that evening, they chatted until nine o’clock. He then drove Gan Shuang home, which included a moment of car passion in a deserted alley. After finally getting back home again, he returned to Dou Dizhu. Near dawn, while showering, he bumped into Siyuan, leading inevitably to a session of morning exercise accompanying the sunrise...

See? Director Wang has experienced scenes of that magnitude; what are these small waves in comparison?

Temporarily putting aside the schedule conflict for tomorrow, Director Wang deployed his great summoning skill and hailed a pale, plump, and slightly sleazy fellow, ordering him to take his Audi to the SSSS dealership for maintenance.

Fei Long scurried happily behind him. Upon receiving the warranty voucher in the car, his eyes nearly popped out: "Boss, your car is almost at ten thousand kilometers—you haven't even had the first service yet?"

Wang Zhuo paused. Fei Long usually handled these matters, and he hadn't paid attention: "What's the big deal? Do I drive too much mileage?"

"Ay..." Fei Long said with a wry smile, "The complimentary first service voucher for your car was good up to 7,500 kilometers. The PS shop recommended servicing at 3,000 kilometers. Look at the odometer—it’s already at 9,900!"

"If it's not free, we just pay, right?" Wang Zhuo said dismissively. "Are they going to refuse the service?"

"That’s not what I mean," Fei Long replied, torn between laughter and tears. "It’s not about the cost; it’s that you haven't serviced the car at all. The damage to the vehicle is immense! The oil changes and parts inspections haven't been done. It’s bad for the car."

Wang Zhuo finally understood, glancing at his Audi B. He scratched his head and laughed, "German engineering is pretty good. It hasn't broken down despite all this abuse; it’s quite durable."

Fei Long was speechless. If you don’t care about it, I do, he thought. Such a fine car, yet it hadn't found an owner who understood how to cherish it.

"Take it in for a proper check-up," Wang Zhuo said, tossing him the car keys with a chuckle. "While you're at it, get your car sorted out too. The cost is on me."

Fei Long could only manage another wry smile. "Brother, you are my real brother. Do you think everyone treats their car like you treat yours? Mine had its maintenance done the day before yesterday—new chassis armor installed and waxed. Seriously, no need for you to spend any money this time."

Now Wang Zhuo felt a bit sheepish. He thought for a moment and asked, "Didn't you need window tinting?"

"Done ages ago." Fei Long rolled his eyes. "Do you think everyone drives an Audi that doubles as a love nest like you? If I didn't tint my windows, how would I manage a live car performance?"

"Then do whatever you need!" Wang Zhuo waved his hand, laughing in exasperation. "Go quickly and come back quickly; I need the car tomorrow."

After sending Fei Long off, Wang Zhuo once again appreciated the benefit of having close buddies. It was better to delegate such tasks to Fei Long. His family owned an auto parts factory; he understood cars far better than a novice like himself.

As he was musing over this, his phone rang—an incoming call from Guo Jiandeng.

As their professional dealings grew closer, Wang Zhuo and Guo Jiandeng’s relationship deepened considerably. Guo Jiandeng greatly admired Wang Zhuo’s character and talent, and Wang Zhuo deeply respected Guo Jiandeng’s business acumen. For a long time now, the two had considered each other sworn brothers.

"Brother Deng, long time no see!" Wang Zhuo greeted him cheerfully, noticing some noise in the background.

As soon as he spoke, the noise quieted down significantly, and Guo Jiandeng said with a laugh, "Wang Zhuo, I have some news for you: I’m getting married! Next Sunday at the Hundred Years of Harmony Grand Hall. You must come and honor me with your presence!"

"Getting married?" Wang Zhuo was momentarily confused, chuckling as he asked, "Who are you marrying? I’ve known you for a while, and I never heard you mention a girlfriend?"

"Xiao Zi, didn't expect that, did you?" Guo Jiandeng let out another hearty laugh.

Xiao Zi?!

Wang Zhuo nearly popped his eyeballs out. The women he knew through Guo Jiandeng were few, and only one was named Xiao Zi. Her full name was Qi Zi; she was only nineteen years old, and she was Guo Jiandeng's goddaughter!

What kind of mess was this!

"Ahem!" Wang Zhuo cleared his throat forcefully, asking with a wry smile, "Brother Deng, are you kidding me?"

"No, no," Guo Jiandeng insisted. "She hasn't reached the legal marriage age yet, so we'll have the banquet first. Once she turns twenty, we’ll register the marriage."

Wang Zhuo was speechless, thinking that truly bizarre things happened these days. A godfather turning into a husband overnight, skipping the boyfriend stage entirely—perhaps it was love born from prolonged closeness?

In the film industry, the common trope of a godfather "doing" his goddaughter was hardly new; Wang Zhuo was already used to the private affair between Guo Jiandeng and Xiao Zi. But openly marrying a goddaughter was something he’d never heard of. To think this was happening right next to him made him sigh with emotion.

Guo Jiandeng laughed, "Prepare twenty boxes of your hangover cure drink for me; I won't pay for this batch." Wang Zhuo quickly replied, "Don't be ridiculous; I should thank you for providing the platform to advertise my hangover cure."

After a few more pleasantries, Wang Zhuo hung up, shaking his head with a bitter smile. His own private life was complicated, but wasn't everyone else's just as much?

However, Guo Jiandeng's wedding notice reminded him of something else. China’s legal marriage age requires women to be twenty before marriage. Yet, Guo Jiandeng was hosting a grand wedding while she was only nineteen. Even without the certificate, it counted as a common-law marriage, right? Was what he was doing technically breaking the law? And if they chose not to register when she turned twenty, or if a child was conceived before that, how would that convoluted situation be legally sorted out?

The more he thought, the more confused he became. Wang Zhuo simply shook his head, pushing those messy thoughts aside. At least one thing he saw clearly: some laws no longer aligned with current realities—either unenforced or purely symbolic. Perhaps they remained insurmountable mountains for ordinary citizens, but for those with a certain social standing, they were nothing more than scraps of paper.

At noon, Wang Zhuo and a few classmates went off-campus for a meal of braised squab pigeon. As they left the restaurant, the mild spring breeze swept past them, lightening their minds and bodies.

"Da Binzi, what are you doing this afternoon?" asked Jiang Qing, who sported dyed yellow hair.

Geng Bin had put on a little weight over the winter break. After today's braised pigeon, he planned to start dieting. "What else? Playing ball. I don't have any classes anyway."

"Anyone going to the internet cafe?" Jiang Qing asked the others.

Everyone shook their heads. Some mentioned going back to sleep, others planned to cultivate relationships with junior female students, and then there was the busy man, Wang Zhuo, who always had a hundred things to do.

On the walk back, Geng Bin suddenly snapped his fingers. "Right, shouldn't we contact those beauties from the Nursing School?"

Everyone's eyes lit up. Spring was the season of mating instincts for animals; why should humans be different? Thinking of those youthful, beautiful, lively, and somewhat lacking in male attention ladies, the boys’ blood began to stir!

"Boss, what do you think of Geng Bin's suggestion?" A male student looked eagerly at Wang Zhuo. With Wang Zhuo's support and participation, the scale of any social event could be elevated by a whole level!

Wang Zhuo’s thoughts drifted back to Bai Lu of the "Love Zhuo Frontline Alliance." Due to his colorful life, he had almost forgotten this unconventional girl. If Geng Bin hadn't mentioned the Nursing School, who knows when he would have thought of Bai Lu next?

After a moment’s reflection, Wang Zhuo smiled at the group. "You all decide. If my schedule allows, I will definitely attend."

With his assurance, things became much simpler. The boys immediately started calling the beauties at the Nursing School with great excitement. Wang Zhuo stood aside, smiling as he watched them busy themselves, thinking with a touch of melancholy that if he didn't have his X-ray vision, perhaps he would be acting just like them now.

Back in the dorm, Wang Zhuo booted up his computer. He first browsed some less-than-wholesome social news on Baidu, then checked the Nasdaq and Dow Jones indices, along with the S&P analysis regarding the dollar's future. Only then did he open QQ.

In his personal space's center, he opened the list of recent photos uploaded by friends, and the moment he saw the first picture, he burst out laughing.

It was a photo uploaded by An Qi. The background was a supermarket. An Qi in the photo held up a vacuum-sealed roast to the camera with her right hand, placing it next to her bent arm for comparison, her expression seeming to carry a trace of confusion, as if she couldn't understand why her sister had asked her to pose that way.

"Truly absurd," Wang Zhuo commented with a wry smile, continuing downward.

The second photo was equally striking. An Qi was using her pearly white teeth to tear at the fibers of the roast. The meat, deep purple and glistening with oil, created a stark contrast with her thin lips, bright teeth, and rosy tongue, causing Wang Zhuo’s thoughts to take flight, transporting him back to that magical snowy night.

The pose in the third picture was similar, but she was wearing glasses, making Wang Zhuo’s blood pump even faster.

The fourth photo appeared to be an old picture newly uploaded. An Qi looked slightly immature, her hair in a ponytail, her side profile toward the camera as she licked her nose with the tip of her tongue.

The subsequent photos continued her interaction with that strip of roast meat, each one more exaggerated and revealing than the last, almost reviewing every technique she had used on Wang Zhuo and