Fatty Lin wiped the cold sweat from his brow as he watched Dongfang Mei’er’s movements, holding his breath while studying Yang Yi’s expression, his mind racing.

Yet, it wasn't just him; every rogue in the vicinity, front, back, left, and right, held their breath, their eyes blazing with a fierce light. What kind of light was it? Any pervert would understand—seeing the woman they adored making such intimate gestures with another was enough to ignite a firestorm...

“Ahem! Ahem!” The beautiful teacher on the platform, seeing the sudden strangeness ripple through the students and sensing the disturbance from Yang Yi’s direction, cleared her throat deliberately, hoping to remind everyone that they were in class.

Alas—

It was no use. This horde of ruffians seemed to completely ignore the beautiful teacher, perhaps because she simply couldn't compete with Dongfang Mei’er’s allure. They stared fixedly, intensely, gnashing their teeth at Yang Yi and Dongfang Mei’er.

Time ticked by—one second, two, three seconds passed.

Yang Yi had been preoccupied with his own thoughts, and the sudden intimate gesture had momentarily stunned him into a slow reaction. But once he felt those sharp gazes, even someone willfully ignorant would know they were the target.

“Th-that’s it!” Yang Yi quickly averted his head. That feeling of sudden intimacy, that tender warmth, that faint, ethereal fragrance—it vanished instantly. “I’m fine. You should sit up straight; we’re in class right now!”

“Ah—Oh!” Dongfang Mei’er seemed determined to drive Yang Yi mad. She even feigned an innocent look, replied with a soft sound, then lowered her head in silence, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Her expression was certainly maddening, but only for Yang Yi. For the other scoundrels, the target of their frustration wasn't Dongfang Mei’er, but the crestfallen Yang Yi.

“Alright, alright. Everyone pay attention! This is class time. Anyone who doesn't want to stand outside had better settle down.” The beautiful teacher felt a surge of frustration. Among the female faculty at Fudan University, she was considered quite attractive, yet she couldn't even capture the attention of these clueless college boys.

Yang Yi took a deep breath, his inner world undisturbed. If he had survived the complicated environment of No. 1 High School, there was no way he couldn't navigate college life. Though the world was vast and scoundrels were everywhere, this attention was capital. Having beauties flock around him was certainly capital, though he didn't realize that those who possessed such capital invariably accumulated more trouble.

Yang Yi, with his self-professed dashing nature, naturally didn't mind these matters. He scanned the assembly of louts, a cold smirk playing on his lips, silently pondering something unknown.

Meanwhile, over on the other side, Xuanyuan Bing, now a sophomore at Fudan University, sat in her classroom. Just as always, every student, male or female, conspicuously avoided her vicinity.

“Yang Yi, Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, Godfather dominating the Japanese underworld. No wonder he has such formidable experts around him. Hmph, the guy who stole my first kiss.” Xuanyuan Bing pouted slightly, instantly drawing gasps of surprise—though these surprised glances only came from those who constantly watched her.

“Jingle! Jingle!” The sound signaling the end of class rang out.

Students flooded out of the classroom, Yang Yi among them. He seemed to have developed a genuine dread of the classroom, whether due to Dongfang Mei’er or the predatory stares of the others. With a swift step, he bolted outside. Fatty Lin watched him go, shaking his head with a wry, helpless smile.

“He ran off again,” Dongfang Mei’er pouted, looking distinctly displeased. But a moment later, a smile crossed her face—one impossible to predict. “Hehe, you won’t get away today!”

“Sweat drop!” Fatty Lin’s ears were remarkably sharp. Just as he was about to leave the classroom doorway, he caught Dongfang Mei’er muttering to herself.

Yang Yi, Fatty Lin, and Ye Xiaohou met up, and unexpectedly decided to have lunch at the Western restaurant today.

“Damn, I’m starving. I need to eat a ton,” Ye Xiaohou declared, clutching his stomach.

“Tell me about it!” Fatty Lin seemed to agree, but then something struck him. “Brother Yi, do you think that girl will find us here?”

Hearing this, Yang Yi could only offer a bitter smile. “How would I know if she’ll find us? That girl, you just can’t afford to provoke her!”

“And perhaps you can’t afford to hide from her anymore.” Ye Xiaohou didn't need to speculate who Yang Yi and Fatty Lin were talking about; as soon as the name was implied, the person appeared.

At Ye Xiaohou’s words, Yang Yi and Fatty Lin froze, then glanced at him, following his gaze toward the entrance. The expression that bloomed on Fatty Lin’s face was anything but a smile—it was horribly strained. Yang Yi didn't need to think; he was already fighting back cold sweat, bitterly thinking, This girl really intends to cling to me. Even a beauty is trouble!

“Brother Yi! Why are you eating without waiting for me?!”

Whoosh—Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou both shuddered at the sound of that voice. It wasn't goosebumps, but a profound sense of wrongness washed over them.

“Uh, well… this!” Yang Yi was momentarily at a loss for how to explain the situation, sighing inwardly. “Sit down. Let’s eat together.”

“Yay!” Whether Dongfang Mei’er’s enthusiasm was feigned or the result of her genuinely spoiled nature, her voice rang out. She glanced at the three men seated, her smile growing intensely wide. Without hesitation, she squeezed right next to Yang Yi, settling down in a spot that felt conspicuously close.

“Ugh!” Yang Yi felt the clear intent behind her proximity and broke out in a cold sweat. He asked, “Uh, can you maybe not sit so close?”

“Hm?” Dongfang Mei’er looked at Yang Yi with confusion, as if her actions were perfectly normal.

“Uh! Never mind.”

Just as Yang Yi finished speaking, a beautiful woman walked through the doorway. She swept her gaze across the entire restaurant, and then, as if recognizing someone familiar, a flicker of surprise crossed her usually icy features.

“Uh, Brother Yi!” Fatty Lin called out in confusion when he saw Xuanyuan Bing staring in their direction.

“What’s up?” Yang Yi, distracted by Fatty Lin, glanced over his shoulder.

“Over by the door!” Fatty Lin subtly shifted his head.

Following his gaze to the entrance, Yang Yi’s mouth twitched downward, but in that same instant, a smile began to play on his lips. Good timing, perfect timing! he muttered internally.

“Dongfang classmate, would you mind moving aside for a moment?”

Hearing Yang Yi address her so formally, Dongfang Mei’er stiffened, her small mouth pouting in a crestfallen expression as she shifted slightly aside.

Yang Yi offered her a faint smile, then turned and walked toward the entrance. This action caused Dongfang Mei’er, Ye Xiaohou, and all the other students who had already noticed Xuanyuan Bing, to stare coldly at Yang Yi.

“Hi, Xuanyuan classmate. Are you alone?” Yang Yi asked with a smile.

Everyone knew this was a ridiculously obvious question, yet his audacity shocked many. The supposedly cursed woman, the beauty who kept everyone at arm’s length, colder than any iceberg—would Xuanyuan Bing actually answer him? That was a joke only a fool would entertain. Even Nangong San, who was infatuated with her, couldn't get a word, let alone someone as plainly dressed as Yang Yi.

“Ouch, this guy is asking for trouble,” one student commented with an air of pity.

“Yeah, Xuanyuan Bing in her second year is famously cold. Plus, she’s rumored to be cursed; even touching her might cost you your life. Good heavens!” another student chimed in.

“Don’t look over there. Let’s just focus on our food, hehe, beauties are not for us!”

“Heck, there are other beauties at Fudan besides Xuanyuan Bing! Didn’t you see Dongfang Mei’er over there? Look, tsk tsk, that figure…”

The student never finished his sentence before feeling a sharp chill. Dongfang Mei’er was glaring at him with wide-open eyes. The student suddenly stumbled over his words, “Ea—eating.”

“Son of a gun, what is the Boss doing?” Ye Xiaohou asked Fatty Lin beside him, confused by Yang Yi’s move to approach Xuanyuan Bing and start a conversation.

Fatty Lin shook his head, equally bewildered, waving his hands. “I don’t know either!”

“Hmph!” Dongfang Mei’er snorted, looking displeased in Yang Yi’s direction.

Xuanyuan Bing stared at Yang Yi for a long moment. Just as everyone assumed she would remain silent—absolutely, positively refusing to engage—she spoke. And what she said caused a collective shockwave.

“Are you free tonight? Keep me company!”

Pfft! A student sprayed the food halfway to his mouth across the table.

“Holy crap!” Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou yelled in astonishment.

“I’ll be damned, do my ears have a problem?” A student in a far corner put down his knife and fork, shouting incredulously.

“Damn it, what kind of world is this?” The student who had been glared at by Dongfang Mei’er stared at the doorway in utter shock.

Yang Yi, hearing the invitation, paid no mind to the stunned silence that had fallen over almost every student in the Western restaurant. In fact, he secretly desired this effect; the more dramatic the reaction, the better for him.

“If a beauty asks me to accompany her, even if I’m busy, I’ll make time, haha!”

“So shameless!” This sentiment was voiced by a group of students who had remained largely silent—the girls.

Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a glance, seeming to instantly grasp each other’s thoughts, and spoke in unison: “As expected of our Boss!”