As a superpowered individual, Wang Zhuo’s nerves had long been forged into something exceedingly tough.

In truth, anyone would develop a high tolerance for the bizarre if, from time to time, they kept seeing real scenes they could never have imagined.

For instance, when using X-ray vision through walls, spotting billions of termites itching under the plaster; or accidentally viewing a person’s intestines writhing while looking through their body; or peering into buildings and seeing the filthy drainage systems and all manner of hidden filth.

Perhaps it was a handsome man whose lungs were blackened by smoking, or a beautiful woman with numerous implants scattered across her face and chest… While he hadn't yet reached the state of remaining utterly unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, Wang Zhuo’s eyes still widened when he saw this photograph.

In fact, even the calmest person would struggle to remain composed upon seeing this photo.

You wouldn't stay cool if you found a close-up picture of your own private parts on someone else's media player, would you! Some people dislike looking in mirrors, so seeing an unexpected photo of themselves can trigger a strange sense of alienation, or perhaps they fail to recognize a close-up of their own body part.

If Wang Zhuo were shown a picture of his own back, he might not recognize it.

If it were a shot taken by Zhuo Du of his chest, thigh, arm, or butt, he might not immediately guess it was him.

But even the most thick-skinned man could recognize the implement he used when urinating, couldn't he?! While it’s not impossible that some extremely obese gentlemen might have their view obstructed by a protruding belly, Wang Zhuo was not one of them! It is said that men are visual creatures and women are auditory creatures, which is why men like the lights on during intimacy to use their eyes for appreciation, while women prefer to close their eyes to savor and listen.

Well, Wang Zhuo was a man among men, and it was well-known that he enjoyed "appreciation," especially relishing the sight of beautiful women serving him.

Do you think he wouldn't recognize the fellow in this photograph?! "Ahem!" Wang Zhuo cleared his throat to cover his awkwardness and surprise, flipping the media player around to show Xu Chu the photo.

He had no idea why this picture was on Xu Chu’s player, mixed in with her private photos.

He didn't know how she got it, nor whether she understood it was him; it was all truly a mess! So, without making a sound, he let Xu Chu look at the picture, saying nothing, intending to gauge her reaction. "I quite like it, so I saved it on my player," Xu Chu replied, her face flushing as she turned away toward the wine bottle to hide her embarrassment and unease.

Wang Zhuo was left speechless, scratching his head, wondering what bizarre game was being played.

He took another close look at the photograph.

Judging by the angle, it seemed to be a seated selfie, yet he couldn’t recall ever taking such a picture.

If someone else had taken it, they couldn't have achieved that angle, and furthermore, the posture—the 'great dong' standing proudly—couldn't possibly have been captured when he was not fully conscious.

Where on earth did this photo come from?! Flipping further back, there was only this single image.

A flash of inspiration struck him; he bent down, retrieved a universal data cable from under the coffee table, and connected the media player to his tablet.

Xu Chu hesitated slightly but ultimately did not stop him.

Once connected, he could freely copy the photos from the player—all of Xu Chu's private images.

If these were leaked, it would cause an uproar.

This clearly demonstrated the profound level of trust and reliance she had placed in Wang Zhuo.

Many people don't realize that digital photos don't just contain the image; they also store data called EXIF information, which records the time the photo was taken, the camera model, resolution, color saturation, aperture, shutter speed, and so on.

Back during the 'If You Are The One' female contestant's explicit photo scandal, experts analyzed the EXIF data from the leaked pictures, meticulously determining the time, camera model, and the photographer’s skill level, leading them to the conclusion of "non-coercion." Wang Zhuo connected the player to the computer precisely to analyze the EXIF information—to find out the time and device used for this photo.

Knowing the camera would allow him to trace the photo's origin! "Huh?" The photo's EXIF data had been wiped clean! He froze, then realization dawned immediately! Besides Siyuan, that little imp, who else knew how to do such a thing? The answer was obvious: this little mischief-maker was behind it! Connecting this to the phrase, "One cannot live in the past," which Xu Chu claimed Wang Zhuo had told her, but Wang Zhuo had no recollection of saying, there was only one possibility: Siyuan, the impostor, had impersonated Wang Zhuo, the real one, somehow acquiring his phone number or QQ to chat with Xu Chu! There it was; Wang Zhuo suddenly understood everything: why Xu Chu was so forward, showing up with beer so boldly, why she brought clinical records photos, why his "nude" was on her player, and why she offered no explanation for the photo, merely saying, "I liked it and saved it." Wang Zhuo was speechless, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation.

The little devil's prank was outrageously over the line; she had impersonated him using such a perverted method to woo a girl! Having sorted out the cause and effect, Wang Zhuo looked up to find Xu Chu had already finished her third bottle of beer and was opening the last one. "Uh..." He wanted to explain the misunderstanding, but realized there was no starting point.

Since the meddlesome Siyuan had even sent Xu Chu nude photos, who knew what else they had discussed! It seemed Xu Chu intended for them each to drink three bottles, but he was lagging behind.

So, she paused with the fourth bottle in hand, seemingly intending to finish his share.

Wang Zhuo finally picked up and downed his first bottle, then haphazardly grabbed the second, clinking bottles with her.

After taking a sip, Xu Chu took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze, and chuckled softly, "After that day, I thought Hu Zhiyuan was deliberately smearing you and lying to me.

I didn't expect he was telling the truth." What was she talking about? Wang Zhuo thought for a moment and then understood—she must be referring to that song, "Blowing the Trumpet." Siyuan must have chatted with her about it...

On the day of Li Mengru's suicide, Hu Zhiyuan, attempting to tarnish Wang Zhuo's reputation, had presented two "vulgar songs," claiming they were Wang Zhuo's favorites to diminish his standing in Xu Chu's eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, those two songs were actually Fatty Dragon's favorites, and though Wang Zhuo didn't listen to them, Hu Zhiyuan had stumbled upon a true aspect of his tastes by accident.

At the time, Xu Chu had indeed felt conflicted, but Hu Zhiyuan hadn't managed to press his advantage, and his scheme was exposed.

Xu Chu later breathed a sigh of relief, glad Wang Zhuo wasn't that kind of person.

As for what Siyuan might have told her afterward, that remained unknown...

This was an intimate and charged topic.

Hearing Xu Chu bring it up herself, Wang Zhuo let out a nervous chuckle without replying.

Just as he suspected, Xu Chu was another person whose courage was fueled by alcohol.

Why else say that booze was a good thing? With alcohol masking her face, she said things she usually wouldn't dare, and did things she normally wouldn't attempt! "How many girls have done that for you?" Xu Chu asked bashfully.

Watching a bold woman become shy was rather amusing.

Wang Zhuo grinned and asked the obvious: "Done what?" Xu Chu glanced at him and murmured softly, "You know...

done that for you to wrap it up." "Wrap what?" Wang Zhuo feigned ignorance. "You know, gone down on you," Xu Chu couldn't bring herself to say the last word, trailing off vaguely.

She was certain Wang Zhuo would understand! "Oh, oh!" Wang Zhuo gave a performance of sudden understanding, chuckling dryly, "Why are you suddenly asking about something like this? It’s so embarrassing." Though he claimed embarrassment, his expression showed none whatsoever, while Xu Chu wished she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into—this topic was mortifying! After the laughter subsided, Wang Zhuo beckoned to her with a hook of his finger: "What is said between us must not be overheard by others.

Come closer, and I’ll whisper it to you." In Li Guangran’s room, He Ye couldn't stay composed! Her carefully planned sacrificial offering was about to be usurped by an unexpected third party, stealing her scene! Although it was a PhD student dormitory decorated quite well, due to its age, the doorframe had cracks large enough for her to easily peek into the living room without being discovered from outside.

When Li Guangran lived there, this crack had been covered by a hanging painting, which he took with him when he moved out, conveniently creating an opportunity for He Ye.

How should this house be described? It looked acceptable and was passably usable, but the soundproofing was virtually nonexistent.

The walls looked solid but were actually drafty everywhere! She could hear about seven or eight-tenths of the conversation between Wang Zhuo and Xu Chu.

While she often didn't grasp the full meaning of their words, one thing was perfectly clear: Wang Zhuo had solved a major problem plaguing Xu Chu with a newly developed drug, and Xu Chu's sudden appearance was almost certainly to repay Wang Zhuo.

She was already well-informed about Xu Chu's situation recently, so his actions didn't surprise her much.

Putting herself in Xu Chu's shoes, she thought she would probably do the same.

But Xu Chu's timing was terrible! Moreover, judging by Wang Zhuo's attitude, he seemed to have completely forgotten there was someone hiding in the room! What was she supposed to do?! "One, two, three, four..." In the living room, Wang Zhuo and Xu Chu sat knee-to-knee, playing a counting game by bending their fingers. "Five, six, seven, eight..." Xu Chu listened, her expressive eyes wide with shock and shyness, as he counted: "Nine, ten, eleven, twelve..." Wang Zhuo had started counting his toes.

Seeing Xu Chu listening so intently, a secret amusement welled up in his heart. "Let me borrow your hand for a moment." "Twenty-one, twenty-two..." When he reached fifteen, He Ye still had some faith, as his expression was earnest, as if trying hard to recall something.

But when he took Xu Chu's hand, tickling her palm while stroking the back of it, He Ye finally realized the fellow was just messing around! Finally, Xu Chu, tickled incessantly, snatched her hand back and huffed crossly, "You’re lying." Wang Zhuo grinned, took a swig of beer, draped his arm over her comfortable shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Actually, there are only eight.

I won't lie to you this time." "Really?" Xu Chu turned to look at him, surprised by the "huge" number yet thrilled by the sense of sharing an absolute secret. "Of course, it’s real," Wang Zhuo smiled dismissively, then, in a deep, magnetic voice full of allure, he quietly asked, "Are you ready to be the ninth?"