The vibrant colors of light spring clothing dazzled the eyes of the men in Jiangzhou, who had spent a winter resting them.

Wang Zhuo finally got to change into comfortable attire: a pair of moderately snug underwear, a short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of thin outer trousers were all he had to manage.

Spring is the season when animals stir, and although humanity has evolved to a point where they can be active year-round, largely unshackled by the seasons, during this "traditional" time, they are still influenced by natural laws to a certain degree; an emotion known as impulse stirs restlessly within their bodies.

This applies to both men and women, without exception.

According to the not-entirely-expert statistics of Fatty Long, spring is the season that produces the most couples throughout the year, especially so on university campuses. Many freshmen have already become familiar with each other by the first semester, and as this amorous season arrives, the air thickens with the scent of hormones, leading the young people naturally to pair up.

That evening, Wang Zhuo sat perched on the windowsill of Su Han’s bedroom, enjoying the gentle spring breeze blowing in his face. A tablet rested on his knees as he chatted with his friends.

Wang Zhengdao’s agonizing script was already being prepared with great intensity, scheduled to begin shooting in July. The indoor scenes would be filmed in Hengdian, while the outdoor sequences would utilize locations around Jiangzhou.

Hengdian is the "Little Hollywood" of China; most domestic television dramas are shot there. Filming there is convenient and cost-effective, and it has everything required for production readily available, making it the obvious choice.

The investor, naturally, was Wang Zhuo. The original plan had been for joint investment, but due to the secret matter of the villa peeping incident, Wang Zhuo altered his initial plan and became the sole investor.

A picture circulates online with the caption, "I’ve slept with you, so we’re good friends now." Wang Zhuo sometimes wondered if the decision to invest exclusively was inspired by that image.

A couple walked by hand-in-hand below. Wang Zhuo, sitting high on the windowsill, looked down and could see the deep valley between the woman’s full breasts.

She was a very voluptuous woman, but regrettably, her arms, legs, and waist were equally full. Seeing that they were alone, the man suddenly grabbed her, his hands clumsily kneading her chest over her clothes, even burying his face in her bosom.

The woman blushed, covering her mouth with a shy laugh, her fair skin flushed pink. No matter what the man said to her, she nodded and murmured an agreement, then the two walked away quickly, hand-in-hand.

Wang Zhuo recognized the man as a second-year graduate student who also lived in a single dormitory room. However, the direction they walked was not toward the dormitory building, but straight toward a rock garden nestled in a dense thicket of trees in the distance.

“Beep, beep, beep.”

The tablet made a soft sound—a message from Siyuan: “Director Wang, what are you up to?” Wang Zhuo smiled and replied truthfully: “There’s a pair of wild ducks fooling around; I’m watching the show.”

Unexpectedly, Siyuan sent back a smug emoji: “I saw them too.”

“You saw them?” Wang Zhuo replied, casually activating his X-ray vision to scan the area within a three-hundred-meter radius, but he couldn't detect any trace of Siyuan.

She immediately sent back a sly grin: “Yup. I also saw you sitting on your dorm windowsill. Be careful!” Wang Zhuo had been living in the Strong Dormitory of the Doctoral Building since entering the university and had never moved—the distance from the third-floor windowsill to the ground was about nine meters. With Wang Zhuo’s physical condition, if he was adequately prepared, jumping down should be fine, but a misstep would be quite dangerous.

Seeing that Siyuan even knew about that, Wang Zhuo felt a mixture of frustration and amusement. This time, he pushed his X-ray vision to its limit, bringing the entire two-kilometer panorama into view. Even if Siyuan were spying on him with binoculars from off-campus, he would find her now.

Behind the rock garden, the couple was enjoying nature’s raw bounty, free of additives. Wang Zhuo spared a brief glance and noticed the woman's assets were slightly inferior to Gan Shuang’s. A faint, triumphant smile touched the corner of his mouth.

Deeper in the woods, several couples were engaged in daytime dalliances. Wang Zhuo didn't pay attention to their degree of explicitness for the moment. Several dormitory rooms were also witnessing the events proper to springtime. College really is a wonderful place!

Within two kilometers, there was no sign of Siyuan.

“Where are you?” He was beginning to feel confused.

“Hee hee!” Siyuan sent him a victorious emoji and then pasted an image into the chat window.

It was a medium-resolution photograph clearly showing Wang Zhuo sitting on his dorm windowsill, complete with a date and code in the bottom right corner. Wang Zhuo understood immediately: it was a screen capture from surveillance footage.

He looked up slightly and located the surveillance camera that took the photo on a lamppost—a small, gun-shaped camera housed in a silver, weatherproof casing.

This camera was fixed, monitoring the side of the Doctoral Building where his window was located.

Wang Zhuo was caught between laughter and tears and typed: “Did you hack into our school’s surveillance system?” “Yup. It was too easy, like walking through an open door,” Siyuan replied, posting a few more pictures.

Wang Zhuo looked at them one by one: pictures of him playing ball on the field, attending class, eating in the cafeteria, emerging from the restroom with his trousers pulled up, being approached by a beautiful girl in the library, an "accidental" meeting with the campus beauty on a tree-lined path, whispering secrets with a hot girl in the back row of a general studies class...

He picked up his phone directly from the windowsill and called Siyuan, asking with a wry smile, “How long have you been watching me?”

“It wasn’t me watching,” Siyuan replied playfully. “I only hacked into your school’s surveillance system an hour ago. I found these photos on the server. Someone else has been monitoring you.”

“Someone from the school?” Wang Zhuo paused.

“Yes, and someone with the authority to access the surveillance system,” Siyuan said, sounding slightly excited. “Maybe an admirer. If it’s a great beauty, you’ve hit the jackpot.”

Jackpot my foot, Wang Zhuo cursed back with a laugh. “How could the person managing the surveillance be a beauty? More likely some acne-faced male security guard.”

Siyuan giggled, “I don’t know about that. I’ll send you another picture.”

Another video screenshot was sent over. This one was taken from just behind the rock garden. The photo showed the buxom girl sitting on a piece of rockery, the graduate student’s head buried beneath her lifted skirt, and he even had a leopard-print pair of underwear pulled over his head!

Holy cow! Wang Zhuo’s face immediately went blank. He thought, this guy really has a taste for the extreme. If this photo were exposed online, it wouldn't take long for the Medical University to become famous worldwide!

“I have to stop them; I can’t talk anymore,” he said to Siyuan, feeling helpless and amused. “If you have time, help me track down the person who’s been watching me, find out who they are.”

After hanging up, he gauged the distance between himself and the rock garden, hopped down from the windowsill, grabbed a ceramic pen holder from the desk, emptied the pens into his hand, and tested its weight.

The weight was just right. He nodded in satisfaction, returned to the window, first used his X-ray vision to observe the senior’s “oral skills,” snorted with laughter, and threw the pen holder with a swing of his arm.

“Thud!”

The solid pen holder landed accurately on the grass beside the rock garden without breaking, startling the two sneaking lovers.

The senior and his girlfriend displayed lightning-fast reactions when disturbed. Wang Zhuo, looking through the rockery, saw the voluptuous girl quickly snatch the underwear off the senior’s head and ball it up behind her back. The senior hastily pulled his head up, his hands shifting from caressing his lover’s thigh to resting on the rock next to her leg. The girl clamped her legs together, and they instantly appeared as one sitting and one crouching, engaged in intimate conversation. After a few seconds, seeing no one approach to pick up the pen holder, they exchanged a look. The senior walked over, picked up the pen holder, and looked around.

“Hey!” Wang Zhuo shouted at him, pointing toward a patch of woods near the rock garden: “There’s a camera over there.”

The senior froze, then anxiously looked in the direction Wang Zhuo was pointing. When he saw the PTZ camera mounted on a large tree, his face went pale. He ran back to tell his girlfriend a few words, and the two hastily fled the scene.

One must know that a PTZ camera can be remotely operated; otherwise, Siyuan wouldn't have been able to capture that close-up, clear screenshot. This type of camera, capable of panning and zooming, is extremely sharp. Back then, Cheng Tiankun used an identical camera to film the video of Wang Zhuo beating up the "Shamate" youth, which sparked many subsequent events.

The senior and his ample-figured girlfriend fled in disarray, even taking Wang Zhuo’s pen holder with them. Wang Zhuo didn't mind; after laughing for a while, his thoughts turned to the matter of being secretly filmed.

The pen holder was a Christmas gift from the campus beauty last year, but her obvious favoritism had failed to move Wang Zhuo, and the matter had eventually fizzled out.

Replaying the photos Siyuan had just sent, Wang Zhuo’s expression gradually shifted from amusement to surprise, then from surprise to gravity. This was because capturing those video screenshots required prolonged, high-density attention; many of them were taken with a PTZ camera, not a fixed-focus surveillance unit. This implied that someone was conducting targeted surveillance, rather than simply searching through old recordings.

This meant the situation wasn't as simple as Siyuan thought; this was likely not a prank, but a component of a deliberate, intricate plan!

Criminals planning a kidnapping? A calculating woman angling for a wealthy man? Or paparazzi gathering explosive material? Wang Zhuo rapidly cycled through various guesses in his mind, each seeming plausible.

“Who thinks so highly of me?” he shook his head, half-amused, half-annoyed, thinking, well, let’s play along and see who is sharper: the surveillance system or X-ray vision!

Just as he was about to use his X-ray vision to trace the camera wiring back to the school’s monitoring room, his phone, resting on the windowsill, rang with a childish tune.

“Boss, your secretary is calling! If you don't answer, I’m going to pick up for you!”