On Monday, the auditorium hosted a ballet competition.
“Hey, Brother Jin, what are you doing here too?”
At the entrance of the auditorium, Zhou He approached in surprise and asked, “Why are you suddenly watching ballet out of the blue? I thought you didn’t like this kind of thing.”
He had come to see beautiful girls, but He Jin never lacked female admirers. Just standing there, girls would flock to him one after another.
He Jin glanced at him casually, his tone lazy. “I’m here to earn volunteer credits.”
Zhou He was even more puzzled. “But haven’t you already maxed out your volunteer credits for this semester?”
“…” He Jin gave him a slow, deliberate look. “Can’t I just be bored?”
Zhou He narrowed his eyes. “There’s always a reason for unusual behavior. Did you take a liking to some pretty girl?”
“Definitely not you.”
“…”
Zhou He changed the subject. “Who do you think will win this time?”
Without hesitation, He Jin replied, “Shen Yutang.”
Zhou He was slightly surprised. “You mean Shen Yutang?”
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”
“No, no problem.”
But the rumor that Shen Yutang was terrible at ballet had been circulating for a long time. Was Brother Jin really that confident?
Meanwhile.
Su Ruanruan was surrounded by several girls in the center, like the moon among stars.
“Ruanruan, you’re practically a real-life white swan!”
Su Ruanruan had already changed into her white swan ballet dress in advance. The fluffy white skirt was layered, making her look as pure as a blooming white lotus.
The girls around her were her dormitory roommates, their eyes filled with envy and admiration.
Qin Xiaoya affectionately linked arms with her. “Oh my, Ruanruan, you look absolutely stunning today! You’re definitely going to win the competition. Don’t forget about us when you do～”
“Of course,” Su Ruanruan smiled sweetly. “When I win, I won’t forget you all.”
The purpose of this competition was to select the most outstanding girl to participate in the promotional music video for a jewelry advertisement, along with a generous reward.
Su Ruanruan was determined to win!
Not long after, Fu Hansheng walked in, dressed in an elegant white shirt. His expression was cool, and he exuded an aloof, unapproachable aura.
“Hansheng, come sit here～” Su Ruanruan happily waved to him.
She had specifically invited Fu Hansheng to watch the competition.
This way, he would be able to see the gap between Shen Yutang and her even more clearly.
Su Ruanruan looked at him, blinking her bright eyes. “Will you cheer for me?”
“Mm, good luck with the competition.”
Fu Hansheng’s voice was as indifferent and distant as ever, neither warm nor cold, betraying no emotion.
But Su Ruanruan was already overjoyed, her heart filled with sweetness. “I’m planning to host a celebration dinner for winning the championship tonight. My roommates will be there too, Hansheng. Remember to come.”
“Wow, look! He Jin is actually here too! This is totally worth it!” The voice of a nearby girl trembled with excitement.
Su Ruanruan followed the sound and looked over.
He Jin was walking in from the auditorium entrance, wearing a black windbreaker with the collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of firm skin below his collarbone.
Standing nearly 190 centimeters tall, he towered over the crowd. Broad-shouldered and long-legged, his steps were lazy, and his deep, captivating peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed as if searching for someone.
“Damn, He Jin is seriously handsome. There’s no denying it—he’s truly good-looking!”
“Why is he suddenly watching a ballet competition out of the blue?”
“I really want to add him on WeChat!”
“But he said earlier that he wasn’t obligated to add WeChat.”
Upon seeing He Jin’s figure, Su Ruanruan’s eyes instantly lit up!
Perfect, He Jin had also come to watch the competition.
It seemed even the heavens were helping her.
This way, everyone would get to see how she utterly crushed Shen Yutang…
Su Ruanruan was the second-to-last to perform.
As her dance ended, she bowed deeply on stage.
Below, blinding camera flashes erupted, cheers and applause surged like waves, countless girls cast envious glances, and boys gazed with admiration.
Su Ruanruan reveled in this feeling of being the center of attention, basking in the spotlight.
Moreover, she had a strong sense that both Fu Hansheng and He Jin were watching her.
Even better, with a perfect score of 10, her overall average had already reached the highest in the competition—8.9!
Offstage, Qin Xiaoya and her two other roommates were already celebrating prematurely, unable to resist boasting on the campus forum.
It’s YaYa: 【There will be a victory celebration for Ruanruan tonight, anyone want to come? Our group has a looks-based entry policy, DM me with a photo. If I don’t reply, consider it a polite refusal! (PS: Campus heartthrob Fu is also coming!)】
【Um… holding a victory party before actually winning? Isn’t there still one more contestant?】
The other two roommates couldn’t sit still upon hearing this and jumped in anonymously to criticize:
【The last contestant is Shen Yutang. Aside from her face, she’s completely useless, okay?】
【I’ve wanted to say this for a while—how is she even worthy of Fu Hansheng? Does she really think having a bit of money makes her special?】
【When others dance, they’re like swans. Her? She might as well be an ugly duckling. I’m a dance major, I can vouch for this!】
【Exactly, last time she even tripped on stage. So embarrassing.】
【Honestly, our campus belle title should’ve changed hands long ago. In what way is Su Ruanruan inferior to her?】
Seeing her friends rallying to defend her, Su Ruanruan felt a surge of superiority, as if she were being lifted to the clouds.
She bit her lip, “Isn’t it… a bit too harsh to say that?”
Qin Xiaoya: “Ruanruan… she stole what was rightfully yours, and you’re still being so kind to her. You’re just too nice!”
Just as the words fell.
The red stage curtains slowly parted to both sides.
A beam of cold white spotlight shone directly from above.
Shen Yutang stood in the light, wearing a black swan dance dress, her hair elegantly pinned up, revealing a smooth forehead and a swan-like, slender, snow-white neck.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains tinged with ink, her lips like cherries touched with vermilion, her eyes sparkling and captivating—breathtakingly beautiful.
A classic example of a striking, dramatic beauty.
With each dance movement, she resembled a noble swan. The curve of her chest was full and graceful, appearing even more fair and alluring under the black fabric; her waist was slender enough to be encircled by a single hand; her hips were rounded and full—every part of her was perfectly proportioned.
“Oh my god…”
The entire audience was left speechless, collectively gasping in awe.
In that moment, it was as if the surroundings lost all color, and the entire world became a vibrant tapestry centered solely on Shen Yutang.
Su Ruanruan froze instantly.
Shen Yutang’s dance movements were impeccably precise, whether in arm placements or spins—they were textbook-perfect, flowing with a soft, liquid grace.
Under the dazzling lights, every strand of her hair seemed to glow!
Su Ruanruan’s face instantly turned deathly pale, and she took an involuntary step back in disbelief.
How could this be…
“Oh my god, this was actually performed by Shen Yutang. I just checked the forum and thought she was really bad.”
“Amateur here, but I feel like Shen Yutang danced the best.”
“Her waist is so flexible! That figure… drooling!”
“Ahhhh, a devilish figure and an angelic first-love face. Just for that face, I can forgive her anything!”
“I want to be her dog!!”
In the last row of the audience seats.
He Jin’s deep eyes were fixed on the girl on stage, unblinking, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
His gaze slid from the girl’s slender waist to her fair, well-proportioned long legs, and finally to her taut toes.
He Jin’s eyes darkened. He lowered his head, his slender fingers gripping a pencil as he quickly sketched on the drawing board.
The pencil tip scratched softly against the paper, and the girl’s graceful figure soon came to life on the page, vivid and lifelike.
He Jin paused his pencil.
Her waist and legs were so supple.
As if they could easily be folded into any position, at his will…
He Jin narrowed his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow beneath them. He twirled the pencil once between his fingers, then continued drawing.
A lively young dancer appeared before him, now adorned with a ruby crown on her head.
Beneath it, a line of English was written: My Princess.
Zhou He was completely engrossed in the performance. “Hey, don’t say it, but seriously, Miss Shen really danced well. I think I’m a little smitten. Can you introduce me to her?”
He Jin slowly covered the drawing board, staring at him expressionlessly. “What do you want?”
Zhou He, eyes sparkling: “I want to pursue her!”