Shen Yun let out an angry roar, and the people around him immediately turned to look. His hard-earned reputation was ruined in an instant.
“Since you don’t like men, then don’t do things that cause misunderstandings. You are not allowed to harass male classmates,” Shen Wanwan snorted and warned her younger brother.
Clinging so closely, what was that for?
Just looking at it made her unhappy.
It had to be Shen Yun’s lack of boundaries.
Shen Yun felt completely baffled. It was as if the whole world was against him.
Nearby, a few classmates watched the backs of Su Junmo and Song Qianqian with admiration. One of them said enviously, “I’m telling you, the relationship between the president and that guy is definitely not simple. Our president is usually so aloof and cold. Today it feels like the chill around her has faded a bit.”
Another added, “Yeah, I heard he’s pretty devoted to her. I’ve seen him in the president’s office before. He not only brings her food but also helps her edit videos. He’s from the directing department, right? But honestly, he looks more like he belongs in the acting department. He’s really… If I were a girl, I’d go soft for that face too.”
Shen Yun snapped, “What nonsense are you talking about? The president would never look at someone like him. Even if Su Junmo acts like a dog for her, she wouldn’t care!”
He had just hung up on his sister when he overheard the two boys gossiping. His face flushed with anger.
A few other boys nearby curled their lips. One said, “Believe it or not, facts speak louder than words.”
Another sighed, “If I’d known the president was this easy to win over, I would’ve turned into a devoted simp too…”
Someone else scoffed, “That’s impossible. They’re not even together yet. What makes you think it would be your turn?”
…
Su Junmo walked beside Song Qianqian. Seeing the camera bag on her back, he reached out to take it and smiled. “Out shooting today? No classes? I’ll carry it for you. Cameras are pretty heavy.”
Song Qianqian hummed in response. Her tone was still cool, but her gaze lingered on him, and her palm felt slightly itchy.
She wanted to photograph him.
All the time.
Every artist falls in love with their own muse.
Song Qianqian had known since childhood that her preferences were different. She liked photography, but what she loved capturing were broken insects, dust-covered brick walls, and the mutilated corpses of animals torn apart by predators. Everything was mottled and shattered, just like her life.
When Su Junmo entered her frame, he looked exactly as she had imagined.
Pure, kind, handsome, always willing to help. Completely different from someone as dark inside as her.
The more she saw someone like him, the more she wanted to pull him into her world.
She paid money to make Su Junmo belong to her. The feeling was indeed wonderful.
“When I hit you, doesn’t it hurt?” Song Qianqian asked this on the crowded main campus road.
Su Junmo froze for a moment. “For money, it’s worth it.”
Song Qianqian probably would not like that.
Although her expression rarely changed, when the corners of her eyes tilted downward, it meant she was unhappy.
“You must have your reasons for doing that, President. I believe you wouldn’t hurt me. You eat so little and you’re so thin. When you hit me, it doesn’t really hurt much.”
Su Junmo looked completely sincere.
In truth, Song Qianqian was a complete psychopath.
When she hit him, it hurt terribly.
When he applied ointment afterward, he had to grit his teeth. The worst was when she struck his chest or neck. The skin there was thinner, and sometimes it even bled.
Once he saved enough money, Su Junmo planned to run far away, leave this place, and never return.
The ocean was vast enough for fish to leap, the sky high enough for birds to fly. He would never have to serve these psychopaths again.
Hearing his words, much of the ice in Song Qianqian’s eyes melted. She did not intend to expose his act of pretending to be poor. That was his fig leaf.
If she tore it away, he might run.
“The production crew I recommended to you last time, you don’t need to audition anymore. I’ve secured a role for you internally.”
It was the first time Song Qianqian had used her privilege. It felt surprisingly good.
Her voice was soft. After speaking, she simply stood there, unmoving.
Su Junmo immediately caught on, his face lighting up with delight. “Really?! President, you’re amazing. You managed to get that for me. You’re so good to me!”
Song Qianqian’s face remained expressionless, but the corners of her lips slowly lifted.
Su Junmo was easy to satisfy.
A small thing could make him so happy. He was different from everyone else she had ever met.
Su Junmo, however, felt a dull ache in his teeth.
There went another chance to make money. It seemed he had no choice but to film. Still, even being an extra could earn some cash.
Carrying Song Qianqian’s camera, he glanced at the logo and felt a wave of envy. It was an expensive Leica camera.
“President, what did you shoot today? Can I take a look?”
He opened the viewfinder casually.
In the directing department, this was normal. Students often critiqued each other’s work. Even though they would call each other’s projects trash, it did not stop them from thinking their own work was a masterpiece.
And sure enough, the feel of an expensive camera was different.
Song Qianqian’s pupils contracted sharply. “Don’t…”
What was inside the camera could not be seen by him.
In an instant, he opened the camera. When he saw what was inside, the smile at the corner of his lips froze for 0.01 seconds.
He swallowed hard.
The screen showed a video. In a dimly lit room, blood-red curtains overlapped with golden tassels in shadowy layers.
Song Qianqian appeared in the frame. In her left hand, she held a bundle of rope. In her right, a delicate little knife.
Then the camera shifted to a mannequin lying sideways on a dining table. The mannequin had refined, handsome features. It was completely naked.
The moment Su Junmo saw the mannequin, he stiffened.
Because its face looked exactly like his.
On camera, Song Qianqian expressionlessly used the knife to detach the mannequin’s lower leg. Then she revealed a satisfied smile.
The screen went black.
Cold sweat instantly soaked Su Junmo’s back.
The moment Song Qianqian leaned closer, he snapped the camera shut at lightning speed and put on a puzzled expression. “Huh? President, it looks like your camera’s out of battery. Why won’t it turn on? It’s just a black screen…”
He forced his voice to remain steady, sounding no different from usual.
Song Qianqian took the camera and pressed the button. It was indeed black.
“Maybe it ran out of power,” she said slowly, glancing up at him.
“Then I’ll head to class first, President. Let’s contact each other by phone. Don’t forget to send me the filming location later. See you!”
Su Junmo waved cheerfully and turned to run off, looking every bit like a bright and sunny young man.
At first he jogged, but then he ran faster and faster. His legs seemed to move on their own, like a perpetual motion machine propelling him forward.
Mom! That was terrifying!
He had known Song Qianqian was a violent psychopath, but he had not known she could dismember legs. And that mannequin’s face was identical to his.
It was like a joke from hell.
Clutching his pounding chest, Su Junmo gasped for air.
No! He could not take this job anymore. After filming, he would never accept her contract again!
…
Song Qianqian remained where she was, fiddling with the camera in confusion. She had charged it before leaving. How could it suddenly be dead?
Unless… Su Junmo had lied?
She opened the battery compartment, removed the battery, and inserted it again. After pressing the button, the camera powered on.
It was not out of battery after all. The battery had simply been loose.