The third watch is complete. A long, long time ago, there lived a bright and eager young boy.

He had a happy family: a kind father, a gentle mother, and loving grandparents. Later, his grandfather passed away, his father made a mistake and was imprisoned, and after divorcing his father, his mother left for distant lands, leaving the boy and his grandmother to depend on each other.

The once thriving little pharmacy also closed down, cutting off their source of income. Thankfully, his mother still sent back child support punctually every month, allowing the boy to continue his schooling.

But before long, his grandmother also died. The boy began to live alone.

He was a resilient child who refused to be defeated; life could not make him bow his head. He wore clothes washed until they were pale, ate the cheapest meals, and when bullied, he repaid his tormentors with his fists.

He also honed a rather impressive skill at pool. All just to win a few yuan for food.

His grades plummeted, fights increased, and he often frequented pool halls explicitly forbidden by the school, mingling with societal riffraff. The former pride of the school had thus devolved into a "hooligan." However, he held onto his principles, never bullying anyone, nor engaging in illegal activities—that is, assuming betting on pool didn't count as illegal.

He couldn't bear to spend ten yuan on a haircut, visiting the cheapest alleyway barbershop only once every two months for a five-yuan trim. Furthermore, he couldn't afford shampoos that made hair smooth and flowing, often making do with cheap soap.

A boy with messy hair, clothes washed to a grayish white, carrying the scent of cheap soap, and wearing worn-out counterfeit sneakers from a street stall—he was utterly unwelcome on campus. Even slightly snobbish girls would steer clear of him, often giving him a contemptuous glare.

... Wang Zhuo spoke with great feeling.

Hearing this, He Ye, whose eyes were already moist, finally couldn't help but interrupt. "Is the money your mother sends every month just enough for basic living expenses?" "It's for two people," Wang Zhuo sighed faintly, smiling thinly as he said, "The conditions in prison are terrible.

If you don't spend some money to grease the wheels, your father might not even get one decent meat dish a month." He Ye nodded gloomily. Xu Chu, standing beside him, had already wiped a tear, murmuring in admiration, "You are a filial son." Wang Zhuo wiped his face.

The darkness gave the two girls a sense of calm; he felt the same way. Except for his cousin Lu Weimin, no one else, not even Wang Zhengdao himself, knew about this matter later on.

"After I graduated from high school, I grew another five centimeters taller," he laughed, sharing a small anecdote to lighten the mood. "Although my prime growth period was delayed, Heaven was kind to me and compensated a bit." He paused, then said, "Continue the story." For the first two years of high school, the boy, who was growing into a young man, narrowly escaped being expelled several times.

Fortunately, the school's Dean of Students was an old classmate of his father's, and with her looking out for him, the boy was able to continue his studies. However, his grades plummeted from being among the top in middle school to the very bottom of his class.

The male classmates were manageable; they fell into clear categories: friends, passersby, and enemies. The female classmates, however, often had two faces.

The boy had heard female students viciously slander and despise him behind his back more than once, yet when facing him, they acted like ordinary classmates, occasionally even offering a smile. "Poor as a dog." This was how a very pretty girl described the boy in front of several classmates.

"Why hasn't the school kicked him out yet? Seeing him just disgusts me." This was the assessment offered by a chubby girl to her friend in a tone of utter revulsion.

Wang Zhuo suddenly stopped here and asked, "Would you like something to drink?" Although the campus beauties all said no, he walked over to a corner of the living room and casually retrieved two bottles of mineral water and one bottle of beer. Hearing the pop as he opened the beer cap, He Ye murmured quietly, "Get me a beer too." "Me too," Xu Chu smiled, adding, "You know how much I can handle, so grab a few more bottles." Wang Zhuo blinked, then smiled broadly, returning the beer and mineral water, this time retrieving a large, wide-mouthed jar and three cups.

"You all know about the Taoyuan Copper Mine, right? This is a peach wine brewed by an ecological village called Taoyuan Village nearby.

I guarantee you have never tasted anything this delicious." The peach wine certainly lived up to Wang Zhuo's praise, but it wasn't so overwhelming as to steal the show. So, everyone sipped slowly while listening to Wang Zhuo continue his "perverted" story.

By this point in the narrative, Xu Chu and He Ye were beginning to understand the root of his unusual predilection: a man who, despite a miserable life, remained tenacious and striving—he was simply too wounded to be ignored. Letting out an inexplicable laugh, Wang Zhuo said, "When we were just starting our final year of high school, one day, a male classmate got into trouble with a group of older boys from the grade above us.

After evening study hall, he was cornered outside the school gate; over ten guys were looking to beat him up." "I happened to be passing by then and spoke up for him. Seeing it was me pleading, those older boys didn't lay a hand on him; they just exchanged some token words and left." "The kid I saved wasn't wealthy.

He felt he needed to show his gratitude. Since the next day was Sunday with no classes, he treated me to an all-night session at an internet café with ten yuan." At this point, Wang Zhuo scratched his head and gave a dry laugh.

"I was dirt poor and had never even been in an internet café. The manager saw I didn't know anything and assumed I was a construction worker from a nearby site.

He stuck me in a corner of the café and showed me some explicit videos to keep me occupied." He Ye and Xu Chu exchanged glances, utterly speechless. It seemed whether a person turns out good or bad, environment truly is the deciding factor!

"Do you know what 'V' stands for?" Wang Zhuo suddenly asked. "ineer.f.vegerinim," Xu Chu answered crisply.

"It's the English abbreviation for an organization that advocates vegetarianism, a pioneer in the movement. Li Mengru almost joined that organization once." "Not that one," Wang Zhuo shook his head with an awkward smile, then asked He Ye, "Do you know?" He Ye gave a wry chuckle and nodded.

"I think I do. You mean ernel.berving.vie, right?

It means First Person View, personal observational field of vision." Seeing Wang Zhuo nod in the darkness, Xu Chu sincerely praised, "As expected of He Ye, you really know more than I do." "That's not it," He Ye grimaced slightly. "I've seen adult films shot in that style on Wang Zhuo's computer.

Those kinds of films give you a sense of immersion; if you get absorbed, you feel like you are the protagonist." "Uh..." Xu Chu understood. So Wang Zhuo brought this up because he had watched that kind of film that night!

Wang Zhuo chuckled slyly and said, "You all call me perverted. I reflected on it, and the reason probably stems from that night.

Back then, I was looked down upon and scorned like a dog by many women, and there was a girl I liked, but I felt so ashamed I had to keep my distance, daring not to harbor any improper thoughts." "So you found a sense of identification in that V-film, is that right?" He Ye remarked thoughtfully. "I specifically searched online for related materials.

When you type 'Why do men like using their mouths' into Baidu, just typing the first three words 'Men like' causes the rest of the query to auto-fill. It seems quite a few people care about this issue." Baidu, that wicked rogue, could this auto-fill corrupt children?

Wang Zhuo was speechless, not knowing what to say. "Did you find any results from your search?" Xu Chu asked with genuine concern.

"Pleasure, vanity, a sense of conquest, accomplishment, and visual stimulation," He Ye listed them one by one, then shyly asked Wang Zhuo, "Wang Zhuo, tell us, is that how it is?" Wang Zhuo scratched his head, dryly laughing. "You've said it all; what more is there for me to say?" After a moment of quiet, Xu Chu took a sip of peach wine and murmured, "Are there films like that?

I want to see them." "Haven't you seen the videos of Shoushou?" He Ye asked curiously. "Or the ones featuring Donglou Girl?

Both count as V." The latter woman had caused quite a stir for a time. Although several years had passed, since Donglou was quite close to the Medical University, the female students there often shopped for clothes in that area and were certainly aware of that sensational anecdote.

Thus, Xu Chu had seen both women's videos via Li Mengru. "I have seen them," Xu Chu admitted somewhat embarrassedly.

"But I just couldn't discern those five elements you mentioned." He Ye smiled knowingly. "I bet Wang Zhuo has that stuff on his phone.

You could just borrow it and find out." Xu Chu looked at Wang Zhuo expectantly. The latter scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I do have some, but they aren't copied; I filmed them myself." "Who did you film?" The two women asked in unison, both feeling a jolt of anxiety.

To mask her nervousness, He Ye added, "Is it... Gan Lin?" "Relax, it's not either of you two," Wang Zhuo said, licking his lips with a half-smile.

"But it's not her either; it's someone else entirely." "Suzuki Girl?" Xu Chu tried to guess. "A woman you would absolutely never expect," Wang Zhuo said, adopting a mysteriously playful tone since they were so curious.

"If you saw them, you would all be completely shocked!" "Will you show us?" Fine beads of sweat began to form on He Ye's delicate nose—this was a crucial question. "There is one thing I must state clearly," Wang Zhuo suddenly said with utmost seriousness.

"I only took these photos and videos after obtaining her permission, and I only kept them after getting her consent. I would never force anyone into something like this." Hearing this, He Ye felt somewhat relieved; at least Wang Zhuo had declared that he wouldn't do anything that might worry her.

Xu Chu, however, sounded slightly frustrated. "Then if it was without her permission, I suppose I won't get to see them." Wang Zhuo smiled smugly, a look of intense self-satisfaction on his face.

"I told her I would show these photos and videos to others, and she actually agreed." "No way?!" Xu Chu exclaimed. "How could she possibly agree to something like that?" "Because she agreed under conditions," Wang Zhuo stated matter-of-factly.

"She demanded that they only be shown to my women, and in exchange, the person who watched them must provide photos and videos of an even more explicit nature." "And—" Wang Zhuo's voice suddenly rose a few decibels, carrying the power to captivate their souls: "—you all know this woman. Her identity will absolutely surprise you!" Uh...

although the living room was dim, Xu Chu and He Ye still exchanged glances. They were both pondering the same question: Who could this woman be?

And why did it sound like she was even more twisted than Director Wang?