Waking up early is an eternal pain for workers.
Early morning classes are the same.
In classroom 15 of the teaching building, these two lessons are for an Organizational Behavior class.
Zhong Ruixi and her dorm mates had breakfast early and arrived in the classroom to sit down, waiting for the bell to start class.
"Do you guys know? Tonight, Sister Miao Keyan is going to do a livestream!"
Xu Ya shared with the girls around her, her face brimming with excitement.
Having successfully joined the Jinlang Dance Troupe, she was already a little fan of the troupe leader, Mou Keyan.
Sister Miao Miao is not only beautiful and talented, but she’s also generous when it comes to sharing her skills, always teaching the members with all her heart and effort.
"What livestream? How do you know?"
Ni Jiayun asked, curious.
"Weibo, she posted a nine-square grid of photos to start hyping it up already."
Xu Ya said with a smile.
"I’ll check it out too..."
Qiu Xue, although not a dancer, everyone has a love for beauty, and she always watched with zeal whenever Mou Keyan performed.
"It’s all over Weibo, and even the forum has it pinned to the top, oh my god, who pinned this for her? Chairman He!"
"Golden Stone Studio’s contracted dance streamer—Fairy Miao, monumental debut tonight?"
Qiu Xue read out each word from her phone, her voice growing more surprised by the second.
"Ruixi, why do I feel a bit lost?"
She pushed her screen towards Zhong Ruixi’s face and asked, "Does this mean that Sister signed with Lu Jincheng’s studio?"
Zhong Ruixi nodded, looking attentively at the impactful nine-square grid photos in the pinned post.
Although unclear about the specifics, she remembered that sunny afternoon.
The two were talking in the empty room; back then, there was no computer, no internet, and no Golden Stone Studio with six-digit fan followers.
She asked the boy with a smile, what’s Golden Stone, can you really turn someone into an internet celebrity?
While he didn’t answer directly, his eyes were filled with deep confidence.
"It looks pretty professional..."
Zhong Ruixi took out her own phone to examine the text and pictures in the pinned post again, growing more expectant and curious about the night’s debut.
What would her livestream be like?
Management College classes are large, with students from the same department attending together.
Normally, the further back in the classroom, the more packed and full it gets, as students naturally want to keep some distance from the teacher’s gaze.
However, like most classes, even those further back, most girls still preferred to sit towards the front to appear attentive in class.
Lu Jincheng and his roommates were slacking off in the back rows, either playing games, reading novels, or sneaking in some sleep on their desks.
Lack of effort during the term and cramming at the end; that’s the life of most college students.
After enduring two lessons, Lu Jincheng was the first to slip out of the classroom, heading straight to the adjacent building of Management College with a stack of registration forms in hand.
The counselor’s office door was knocked rhythmically.
The voice inside was hoarse, a sense of stuffiness to it.
"Teacher Guo, I’m here to submit the registration forms for the freshman evening party."
Lu Jincheng pushed open the door and smiled at Guo Minjie, the smile of an upbeat young man.
"Leave them on the desk for now."
Guo Minjie was dressed neatly, and even her collar button was not out of place, although her hair draped behind her like a black waterfall.
She unusually wore a full face of makeup, but what couldn’t be hidden by concealer were the prolonged red threads in her eyes.
"Didn’t sleep well last night?"
Lu Jincheng placed the forms in front of the desk and slowly moved closer to sit down in front of the counselor.
Guo Minjie looked down, her complexion slightly unnatural as she adjusted her half-frame glasses on her nose.
Lu Jincheng, observing her reaction, guessed what might be going on.
He looked around; the other counselors weren’t present.
So he leaned in and asked in a low voice.
"Teacher, your eyes are so red, did you discover some problem?"
Guo Minjie’s complexion changed slightly, and her brow furrowed in an instant, wanting to scold, but she found herself without a stand.
She pondered for a few seconds, brushed her hair aside, and responded, "I didn’t expect someone as young as you to have such rich social experience."
That was almost an admission.
"So, which type is he, the one I was talking about last night?"
Lu Jincheng deliberately maintained a safe distance to keep Guo Minjie from being too guarded and asked softly.
"I’ve been deceived by him..." The rightful source is novel-fire.net
The counselor’s rosy lips quivered slightly as she whispered, "Maybe he doesn’t like women."
She sighed, tilted her head to the other side, and gripped her slender neck with her palm, exuding a lazy charm.
Lu Jincheng simply responded, feeling it was best not to say much at this moment.
Sure enough, Guo Minjie sniffled and, with a touch of faint grievance in her tone, tears quickly gathered in her eyes.
"It’s disgusting, really fucking disgusting!"
Her body trembled as if realizing her own gaffe, she managed to muster a weak smile.
"Xiao Lu, please keep this a secret for me."
"If there’s nothing else here, you can go back first."
"If he’s determined to deceive someone into marriage, it’s not going to be easy for you to get a divorce without a lawyer."
Lu Jincheng pretended not to hear and continued.
"I want to be alone for a while."
In the evening, Mou Keyan arrived at Jiangnan Garden fully geared up, carrying a large backpack.
"Nervous? There’s a sheet of paper under the computer, just look down if you forget what to say."
Lu Jincheng crossed his legs and asked from the couch.
"Not really, I’m not so nervous since you’re with me."
Mou Keyan walked to the mirror in the living room and spun a full 360 degrees.
"What should I do, I think I forgot to bring my blush!"
The makeup box was frantically searched by the young girl, her voice anxious.
"What’s the big deal?"
"You don’t understand, without blush, it doesn’t look good on camera..."
As she turned her back, her words hadn’t finished before she was cut off by Lu Jincheng springing from the couch.
Lu Jincheng straightened up, grabbed Mou Keyan’s wrists, and pressed them to the sides, planting a kiss on her.
After all, she was his distinguished guest, his tongue merely touched her cherry lips gently, even her teeth parted to allow him easy access at any time.
The fresh taste of mint.
A wave of pleasure surged, and he gripped her hands tightly, kissing her until she almost folded over the armrest of the sofa, humming through her nose in succession.
Two minutes later, Lu Jincheng stood up.
A clear, thin line stretched between them, elongating, then breaking.
"Do you still need blush?"
"Um... no, no need..."
Mou Keyan was breathing hurriedly, her eyes filled with tender ripples as she looked towards Mr. Lu.
From the audience’s perspective, the host’s cheeks were flushed, her charm irresistible.
It was impossible to tell if it were blush or the flush of shyness that brought the color.
"Go on, it’s time for your performance."
Lu Jincheng patted her back, pointing to the live streaming setup.