Li Yundong listened to the busy signal on his phone, forcing a wry smile at Su Chan, "See, the outing is canceled!"

Su Chan looked utterly deflated, mumbling sulkily, "Ugh, you're the worst!"

Li Yundong laughed and playfully pinched the little fox's cheek, "You're adorable, I could look at you forever!"

The little fox giggled, dodging his hand, "Smooth talker!"

Li Yundong chuckled and said, "Let's go, then."

Meanwhile, in the grand auditorium of Tiannan University, Feng Na was whispering earnestly to Zhou Qin, "Zhou Qin, Miss Zhou, your senior is begging you for a favor—just lend me some face, okay?"

Zhou Qin had been watching a rehearsal of a group dance by the Art Department students on stage. She paused her conversation with Ding Nan, turned her head, and said coolly, "Senior is too polite. What do you need my help with?"

Feng Na noted that although Zhou Qin was outwardly courteous, her demeanor was precisely as rumored: icy and distant, pushing everyone away. Gritting her teeth, she explained Li Yundong's predicament to Zhou Qin, then clasped her hands together in a pitiful gesture, "Look, I'm about to sprout white hair from worry! If Li Yundong gets expelled, our Taekwondo Club is finished. You are, after all, a member of the club; you can't just watch us sink, can you?"

Upon hearing it concerned Li Yundong, Zhou Qin displayed a rare moment of distraction. Her expression remained blank, but her gaze drifted, lost in thought, as if recalling something distant.

Feng Na found Zhou Qin's composure unnerving and forced a smile, "If it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll leave then."

Seeing her about to depart, Zhou Qin suddenly asked, "You mean Li Yundong's situation? He’s facing expulsion?"

Feng Na was startled by Zhou Qin's sudden return to awareness, turning back with a sigh, "Yes, he offended Director Qian. Didn't you know?"

Zhou Qin collected herself, nodding slightly, "I see. I'll go speak with Director Qian right away."

Feng Na never expected such a quick agreement. Overjoyed, she beamed, "That would be wonderful! Thank you so much!"

Zhou Qin offered a faint smile and turned away, scanning the auditorium for Director Qian's figure.

Seeing Zhou Qin no longer interested in talking, Feng Na also left, walking toward a corner of the rehearsal area. Midway there, Cheng Cheng approached her and asked, "Well, how did it go?"

Feng Na triumphantly flashed a V-sign, "When your old lady steps up, one is worth two!"

Cheng Cheng quipped, "One old lady worth two other old ladies?"

Feng Na playfully smacked her arm, "Stop with the nonsense! But I have to say, Zhou Qin doesn't seem as cold and unapproachable as people say. I just mentioned it, and she agreed immediately. Maybe she’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside?"

Cheng Cheng laughed, "Perhaps she has a special soft spot?"

For some reason, hearing this made Feng Na's heart ache slightly. Before she could reply, a sugary, delicate voice cut in nearby, "Oh, Feng Na, so many people are waiting, is your Li Yundong ever going to show up? The host is rushing us! If he doesn't come, we're moving our performance up!"

Feng Na turned to see a heavily made-up girl in a sexy outfit, nonchalantly touching up her makeup with chalk while speaking sarcastically.

Feng Na smiled back, "It’s not that I don't want him here, but the school leadership values your act so much, they want you as the grand finale. So, you might have to wait a bit longer!"

This girl was Zhuang Hui. She was in the same year as Feng Na but they were bitter rivals. They had been at odds since freshman orientation, constantly fighting and undermining each other, even managing to sabotage each other's performances at exchange events.

Zhuang Hui had been talented in singing and dancing since childhood. Although not officially an Art Department student, her Peacock Dance at the freshman talent show had stunned Tiannan University, ensuring she was indispensable for any dance performance thereafter.

Feng Na and Zhuang Hui had engaged in a long, subtle war over whose act would close the show. Zhuang Hui ultimately won, but unwilling to let Feng Na off easy, she looked for any chance to needle her.

Zhuang Hui meticulously traced her eyebrows with chalk, not looking at Feng Na, and continued in a tone as sharp as sour limes, "I really don't know what's so great about this Li Yundong you keep mentioning. You wait around for him like crazy, but what does he do? He completely ignores you, right? Oh, Feng Na, Feng Na, you really should pick someone better. I know that Li Yundong—he looks like a useless pastry, no figure, no looks. Sigh, your taste is truly unique!"

Feng Na's face turned ashen, and she sneered, "You can't judge a person by appearance, haven't you heard that saying?"

Zhuang Hui put down her chalk, picked up lipstick, applied it, and pursed her lips, staring into the mirror, still ignoring Feng Na. "Yes, of course I know that. But what can this guy even do? Can he sing? Can he dance? Can he talk? Can he amuse? Sigh, in this day and age, still relying on brute force? Look at your performances—the only one worth mentioning, Zhao Yujian, is now crippled..."

She stopped abruptly there, turning to a handsome young man applying makeup beside her, "Hey, I just remembered—wasn't it Li Yundong who injured Zhao Yujian?"

The young man, whose face was also powdered, smiled in a flirtatiously charming manner, "I think that's right!"

Zhuang Hui threw her head back, laughing raucously, "Feng Na, Feng Na, I admire you more and more! You actually invited the person who crippled Zhao Yujian to stand in for him! You think of the most bizarre things! What would Zhao Yujian think if he knew? Careful, Feng Na, his little heart might just explode from anger! He was the campus heartthrob, and you brought in a weed! This is hilarious!"

Zhuang Hui's affected use of "little heart" sent shivers down the spine, and the rest of her words were a direct slap to Feng Na's face. Feng Na trembled with rage, grinding her teeth, fighting the urge to slap Zhuang Hui.

Cheng Cheng, sensing trouble, quickly pulled her aside, "Nana, calm down! Don't stoop to the level of scum like her!"

Zhuang Hui finally finished her makeup, casting a provocative glance at Feng Na. "What, you want to hit me? Go ahead and try! Don't think just because you learned a few clumsy moves that you're something. This is a civilized society; hitting people is against the law!"

Having spoken, Zhuang Hui deliberately exposed a stretch of bare skin on her chest, turning to her handsome male dance partner. "Let's go rehearse. Looks like some people won't be waiting for their main act today."

"That filthy bitch is pushing it too far!" Feng Na hissed under her breath.

Cheng Cheng’s face was also contorted with anger, "Exactly! I hope she trips on stage and ruins her fake rack!"

Feng Na gave her a look, "How do you know they’re fake?"

Cheng Cheng scoffed, "She was a B-cup last year, and now she’s an E-cup. Do you think that's dough that can ferment?!!"

Feng Na blinked, "She was a B before? How did I never notice?"

Cheng Cheng puffed out her own F-cup chest with a sigh of self-pity, "Do women with small chests just assume everyone else is small too? Alas, the flat-chested contingent can never understand the superiority of looking down on the masses."

Feng Na lunged at Cheng Cheng's chest, claws extended, "If I don't squeeze your tits today, I’ll take your last name!"

As the two friends playfully wrestled, music suddenly swelled through the auditorium, and a group of girls in flowing, red, short-sleeved dresses began dancing and singing to the beat.

Although Zhuang Hui was vicious with her tongue, her dancing was undeniable. Among the professional students of the Art Department, she was the lead dancer. Her naturally slender and tall frame moved with grace, like a fleeting swallow, and she excelled at conveying emotion through her eyes while dancing, quickly drawing the audience into the artistic atmosphere.

At that moment, everyone in the auditorium was glued to the stage; the teachers in the seating area nodded approvingly.

Despite being rivals, Feng Na had to admit that Zhuang Hui's dancing was superb; she had immediately captured everyone's focus.

The dance depicted the journey of a merchant's daughter traveling with her father along the Silk Road, where she encounters a prince from a desert kingdom, leading to a passionate love story.

The dance reached its climax—the moment when all supporting dancers receded, leaving Zhuang Hui and her partner alone center stage for their featured solo.

But just then, a girl entered through the main doors of the auditorium.

As this girl walked in, some people in the audience felt the slight disturbance of someone passing beside them and instinctively turned. That single glance acted like a magnet, locking their eyes onto her, unable to look away.

This girl was Su Chan. The little sprite's beauty was an immediate focal point wherever she went. She was like a massive lodestone, firmly pulling the gaze of every male student away from the stage.

When she reached the front of the seating area, she suddenly looked back, cupped her hands around her mouth, and formed a megaphone shape. "You're taking forever! Hurry up!"

Her voice, loud and clear, sliced right through the music, causing both the performers onstage and the judging teachers below to frown subtly.

The perceptive Zhuang Hui glanced over and was instantly shaken: Such a beautiful girl! In Tiannan City, only Zhou Qin rivals her in looks—I certainly can't!

This shock caused a slight waver in her dance movements, but the lead dancer beside her reacted quickly, covering the slip, while the attention of the other judges had also been diverted by Su Chan, so the slight error went unnoticed.

As the little fox finished her shout, a voice drifted from the entrance: "Coming, coming! Stop rushing me! Do you know how hard it is to buy you bubble tea?" Following the voice, a young man walked in, and all eyes snapped toward him in unison.

When the young man first entered, people didn't think much of him, only noticing his gaze—bright and piercing. Even from thirty meters away, his sweeping look felt like a bolt of lightning, and everyone felt the sharpness of his scrutiny.

As he drew closer, the crowd finally took in his appearance: strong eyebrows, sharp eyes, a virile face, and pupils shining brilliantly, like torches.

For a moment, the onlookers stared at the young man, dumbfounded. There was an indescribable quality about him. Purely by handsome features, he didn't quite surpass the handsome lead dancer onstage, yet he exuded an overwhelmingly powerful aura of masculinity, vibrant energy, and commanding presence!

This sheer masculine energy was the external manifestation of the immense Golden Core Primordial Yang within Li Yundong. At this stage, he didn't know how to restrain or conceal it; naturally, this aura radiated outward, forming an immensely powerful field.

This field of virility, formed purely from the most genuine Yang energy, was profoundly effective at captivating women, as females are innately Yin entities. Through the inevitable attraction of Yin and Yang, even those with slightly weaker auras were instantly drawn in by Li Yundong's potent field.

This young man was, of course, Li Yundong. As he walked, some girls watching his retreating figure gasped behind their hands, eagerly speculating on his identity: "Who is that guy? So handsome! I've never seen him before!"

"Yeah, I've never seen such a handsome guy! So masculine, so manly!!"

"Wait, doesn't that look like Li Yundong?"

"Li Yundong? The Confession King, the Parkour Emperor? No way, don't scare me! I've seen his photo! He was completely fat!"

"Impossible, how could that be Li Yundong? Unless he had plastic surgery! Even if he did, I saw him three days ago; the stitches can't come out that fast!"

"Then who is this?"