Not just Geng Bin, but the other boys recognized Rong Xuehan as she descended the stairs at almost the same moment.

Although she had been voted the top campus beauty by the gossiping male students, Rong Xuehan was only a freshman, and many hadn't yet had a chance to see her face. Besides, beauty is subjective; not everyone thought she was the prettiest, so ignoring her was perfectly normal.

However, in the last few days, Rong Xuehan had suddenly become famous, known even outside the school by many who called her "Sister Rong." The reason was tied to Wang Zhuo. After that chance encounter, they casually had lunch, and rumors immediately began to fly!

Where was He Ye? Where was Xu Chu? And who was Wang Zhuo? Anyone with a bit of imagination would put two and two together. Could Instructor Wang really be targeting another new campus beauty? Was he leaving any chance for the rest of them?

And so, some narrow-minded individuals, seeking mere venting, cracked Rong Xuehan’s online album password, picked out a few photos, and used the ultimate PS weapon to graft Wang Zhuo’s infamous "250" image onto them before uploading the result to the school forum.

It must be admitted that this guy's skill was superb. At a glance, it looked completely authentic, and even scrutinizing it closely with the naked eye revealed no obvious flaws; one needed to adjust the color levels and saturation using software to spot the imperfections. This technique was easily streets ahead of that old Zheng Long Pa Hu stunt from years ago.

In fact, this person's success was partly down to the source material. As everyone knew, girls with an alternative style often took selfies holding their phones downward, with pouting lips and sticking out their tongues as signature cute poses. Naturally, Rong Xuehan’s album was full of such pictures—the angles and postures perfectly matched those fabricated photos of the "Wang Instructor's London Night."

Because of those few fake pictures, Rong Xuehan exploded in popularity, even spreading beyond the campus. But there were countless similar PS manipulations globally. Wang Zhuo’s "250" was excellent source material, especially domestically; there were so many photos taken from a low angle while pouting that they could be modified instantly—it was ridiculously easy.

Rong Xuehan herself found the situation somewhat absurd, yet she took it in stride. She thought, When you get famous, trouble follows. Although the nature of the act was malicious, with so many people around, odd things were bound to happen; such incidents weren't entirely unexpected.

But Fan Song and Yang Ruifeng saw it differently. Damn it, who is trying to frame us? They were among the few who saw Instructor Wang eating with Sister Rong that day, and immediately after they were disciplined by the Instructor, this mess occurred. If Instructor Wang found out, wouldn't he pin the blame squarely on them?

Even though they weren't the ones who did it, they feared being saddled with the blame. Wang Zhuo was the man who had forced even Yang Feng to take a leave of absence, and rumor had it his temper could shift without warning. Such a person was impossible to provoke and impossible to hide from. They urgently needed to find the real culprit; otherwise, if Wang Zhuo vented his anger on them, they’d lose a layer of skin!

The search process was fraught with twists and turns, which need not be detailed here. In the end, Yang Ruifeng and Fan Song tracked the photo creator down to a male classmate in Rong Xuehan’s same class—a young man who was also somewhat handsome. The two schemed that they had to make a scene to ensure the news reached Wang Zhuo’s ears, thereby clearing their names.

So, today at noon, the two, along with a few of their cronies, found that male student in the school cafeteria and soundly beat him up in front of the other diners. Afterward, they invited Rong Xuehan to this open-air Western restaurant to explain the whole convoluted story to her.

"What a coincidence, Boss, you had an appointment with her?" Zheng Peng asked with a grin.

"I didn't know she was here too," Wang Zhuo shook his head, then looked up and waved at Rong Xuehan.

Seeing Wang Zhuo, Rong Xuehan, Yang Ruifeng, and Fan Song were all momentarily stunned. They exchanged a quick glance and hurried over.

"Are you here for lunch?" Wang Zhuo inquired.

Rong Xuehan offered a faint smile and said, "No. Just some other business; it’s all handled."

"Brother Wang…"

"Brother Wang."

Yang Ruifeng and Fan Song respectfully nodded to Wang Zhuo. Though it was just a nod, their demeanor was hardly less formal than a salute.

"If you have nothing else to do, why don't you join us?" Geng Bin invited warmly.

Rong Xuehan hesitated for a moment. Yang Ruifeng quickly interjected, "Fan Song and I still have things to do, so we’ll head back first. Xuehan, don't worry about us."

Wang Zhuo smiled, looking at Rong Xuehan. Whether she stayed or left was inconsequential. He assumed Liu Zhanfu and the others wouldn't spread this incident around as gossip, and Yang Ruifeng and Fan Song certainly wouldn't dare to stir up trouble over this matter.

Rong Xuehan nodded gracefully. "Then I'll sit for a while. I actually have something I need to tell you."

The female student accompanying Rong Xuehan sensed the atmosphere was delicate. Normally, the campus heartthrob Yang Ruifeng carried his chin so high it could touch the ceiling, but in front of these people, he was as docile as a tame cat. It was best to stay out of such scenes.

"I should go back too," she said, waving at Rong Xuehan, as if wanting to say more but stopping herself.

Young Master Yang and Young Master Fan bowed and scraped their way toward Wang Zhuo in farewell, then cautiously exited the Western restaurant doors, only letting out a long, relieved sigh once outside.

"I never want to see him again."

"Me neither. Let's keep our distance from Sister Rong in the future."

"Mm…"

The girl couldn't help but ask curiously, "Fan Song, who exactly were you talking about? The one sitting in the middle?"

"That's Wang Zhuo. Do you think we can afford to provoke him?" Fan Song gave a wry smile. The girl immediately stuck out her tongue, her expression becoming ambiguous, excited, and tinged with jealousy. Beautiful looks truly were a source of envy that couldn't be earned. How could Xuehan get so close to a legendary figure like Wang Zhuo, while she could only play a minor role?

"Have Xuehan and Wang Zhuo... not done that yet?"

"I'll remain silent on that; you'll have to ask Sister Rong yourself."

Inside the Western restaurant, Rong Xuehan concisely recounted what had just happened. Wang Zhuo listened, oscillating between amusement and exasperation.

Geng Bin chuckled happily. "It seems those two boys knew better than to tick off our boss."

"Actually, even if I had heard about those fabricated pictures, I wouldn't have suspected them," Wang Zhuo shook his head. "I only lectured them a few times that day; it shouldn't have prompted them to retaliate in such a childish way."

Rong Xuehan smiled and nodded, her gaze sweeping over the group of boys. "Which one of you has seen those pictures?"

Geng Bin and the others immediately exchanged knowing, ambiguous smiles, which made Rong Xuehan laugh in exasperation as well. Wang Zhuo felt momentarily dumbfounded—so he was the only one who hadn't seen them? He was out of the loop!

Xuehan had a somewhat tomboyish personality—bright and straightforward, giving off an aura of refreshing authenticity and great approachability.

No wonder someone said women were like books, each one different in content and style, each holding a unique wonder. It seemed this senior’s summary held true; he must have been quite the seasoned observer of women.

As Wang Zhuo’s thoughts began to drift, the pleasant sound of a wind chime tinkled at the entrance of the Western restaurant, accompanied by voices. Everyone involuntarily looked up, and one by one, they froze!

Even Rong Xuehan was stunned, because she immediately recognized the chubby man entering: he was none other than the actor who played 'God' in the 'God Loves Me' series!

"Boss, I'm here!"

Fat Dragon spotted Wang Zhuo across the hall at a glance, threw back his head with a loud laugh, and waved vigorously at him.

Except for Geng Bin and Zheng Peng, Liu Zhanfu and the other two boys, along with Rong Xuehan, entered a state of petrification. Did Wang Zhuo's screen name, 'Priest,' have some connection to this guy who played God in American adult films?

The Western restaurant traded on style, not culinary delights, so Fat Dragon’s loud announcement immediately drew the attention of the floor manager, who intended to politely quiet the boisterous customer.

But as the manager, a man in his early thirties, approached from the bar area, he stopped midway, unable to move. Why? Because behind that very unrefined customer, a flood of beautiful women was entering in single file—and he recognized more than half of them!

What the heck!

Seeing this scene, all the male patrons stared blankly. Xiao Cang, Mizuno, Uehara, Morikawa... these were all top-tier headliners from the Beidu Group! What kind of tornado had blown in today to bring them all here?!

Only Liu Zhanfu could recognize all eight major stars by name without missing one, but that didn't stop everyone from instantly grasping the identity of these Japanese beauties. After all, if you recognize two or three of them, you could easily deduce the identity of the rest. To have eight such women appear simultaneously—anyone would be dumbstruck!

Wang Zhuo paused for two seconds, then finally realized: so this was what Fat Dragon meant by "both guests and a gift"—these eight Eastern girls!

What kind of act was this?

When Fat Dragon swaggered over, Wang Zhuo asked him irritably, "Don't you know the meaning of being low-key?"

"I just wanted to give you a surprise!" Fat Dragon chuckled sheepishly, showing no sign of feeling reprimanded, and winked at Geng Bin and Zheng Peng to greet them.

Wang Zhuo rolled his eyes at him. "Surprise your sister! This is the school street; it’s going to cause a scene!"

"No problem!" Fat Dragon laughed heartily. "Brother Wei Min arranged a security detail for me; they’re already stationed outside. Come, let me introduce you to someone first."

He shifted his broad frame aside, revealing the thin frame of the three Vice Presidents. This man leaned his upper body at a subtle angle, conveying both deference and dignity. Just from this nuanced posture, it was evident he was a meticulous Japanese man.

Wang Zhuo finally stood up, feeling the environment was incredibly bizarre: on one side were his classmates, shifting awkwardly between sitting and standing; on the other side stood a middle-aged Japanese man, behind whom stood eight familiar faces attached to familiar bodies—adult film stars. Awkward. Extremely awkward!

"This is my boss, Wang Zhuo," Fat Dragon introduced to both parties. "This is Mr. Sanjo Yanagi, Vice President of Beidu Corporation."

By custom, when introducing two parties, the introduction should proceed from highest to lowest rank, top to bottom, and female before male. Fat Dragon had only learned this protocol after studying the Japanese customs, so he confidently introduced Wang Zhuo first.

Beidu Corporation? That name rang like a thunderclap! Wang Zhuo was utterly confused about the trick Fat Dragon was playing, but Sanjo Yanagi was waiting expectantly. So, Wang Zhuo politely extended his hand and shook the Vice President’s hand warmly.