What happened at the school gate that morning spread through the campus almost instantly.
That night, sitting on the toilet in his villa’s bathroom, Wei Yan’s face looked extremely grim.
There were two things today that he simply couldn’t figure out.
First, why didn’t Qu Mengjun follow the plotline? The first half was normal, but the second half suddenly turned completely abnormal.
Second, what was that system notification at the end?
His mission of supporting the protagonist had clearly failed, so why did he still receive a reward?
He had never even heard the system mention anything about “points” before.
And why was that points notification so fragmented, sounding completely different from the system’s usual tone…
It even gave him a faintly eerie feeling.
“Hey! System, get out here and give me an explanation! What the hell is going on?!”
His brain felt like it was about to explode, so Wei Yan stopped thinking and directly called out the system.
No matter how he looked at it, this didn’t seem like his fault.
[Explain what? This system doesn’t make mistakes. This has nothing to do with me.]
“Then what about those points? What are they for?”
[What points? You didn’t complete a single mission. Why would this system give you points? Go cool off somewhere else.]
“Huh?”
Then what exactly was that notification he heard today?
After throwing out that one line, the system went completely silent. No matter how Wei Yan called it, there was no response.
Damn it.
Fortunately, what happened that morning only made the protagonist lose a bit of face. It wasn’t as serious as last time.
At least Wei Yan didn’t have to worry about someone suddenly sneaking into his room in the morning and stabbing him.
“At least Qiu Yurou’s WeChat can comfort my wounded heart.”
Assuming it was just the system malfunctioning, Wei Yan didn’t bother digging deeper.
Holding his phone, he looked at the new contact in his friend list labeled Qiu Yurou, and the corners of his lips unconsciously lifted.
It wasn’t every day he got to meet his idol. Of course, he wouldn’t miss the chance.
The one thing he didn’t regret doing today was mustering the courage to add her private WeChat.
He could tell that she had only stepped in to help when she saw him being bullied, publicly humiliated by Qu Mengjun and Lin Dineng.
As expected of his idol… such a kind-hearted and righteous woman.
Thinking this, his fondness for her grew even stronger.
Next time she held a fan signing event, he would buy 10,000 signed albums!
“I wonder if messaging her now would disturb her…”
Opening the chat window labeled Qiu Yurou, Wei Yan muttered hesitantly.
But since she was one of the few women he genuinely liked, after hesitating for a while, he gathered his courage and sent a message.
[Good evening.]
It was only three simple words, but from typing to sending, Wei Yan had hesitated for a full five minutes.
Fortunately, the beauty on the other end didn’t ignore him at all. She replied almost instantly.
[Good evening. What’s up, Young Master Wei~]
Qiu Yurou’s tone seemed quite warm.
There was none of that distant, unapproachable feeling, nor any sign of dislike toward him, which made Wei Yan feel a little more confident.
[Nothing important. I just wanted to chat with someone. What are you doing right now? Are you busy? Am I disturbing you?]
Afraid of making her wait, Wei Yan immediately started typing.
But after repeatedly editing his wording, trying not to sound like a simp while also not seeming rude, he finally sent it five minutes later.
Even though he took so long, Qiu Yurou still replied instantly.
[Not at all. I don’t have any work this week, I’m very free. As for what I’m doing right now… I’m taking a bath.]
[Want to see?]
As that message appeared, Wei Yan hadn’t even finished reading it when the next second, a video call request popped up.
“…?!”
Looking at the call request, Wei Yan was completely stunned.
A globally popular top-tier star… his idol… inviting him to a video call while she was bathing?
But the moment he did, he immediately regretted it.
With other women, Wei Yan didn’t care at all. He wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest.
But with Qiu Yurou…
That was the effect of an idol filter.
[Pfft, I knew you wouldn’t pick up.]
[Don’t mess around like that, okay!]
[Alright, alright. I was just joking. I covered the camera on my side, so even if you picked up, you wouldn’t see anything. I was just testing you to see if you’re a gentleman.]
Seeing this, Wei Yan suddenly felt relieved. Good thing he hadn’t accepted the call just now.
[Alright, congratulations. You passed my test. Looks like you’re really different from my perverted fans.]
[To encourage you to keep it up, I think I should reward you. Hmm… but how should I do that?]
[How about I reward you with a freshly taken photo of my legs? Make sure to keep it safe.]
When the message arrived, Wei Yan thought she was joking again, teasing him.
But before he could react, a photo popped up the next second.
In the picture was a pair of long, slender, glistening legs, slightly pressed together in a gentle inward angle.
The image was hazy with mist. Qiu Yurou seemed to be sitting at the edge of a bathtub.
Her delicate, jade-like feet were small and exquisite, toes playfully curled upward, each one clearly defined, as tender as fresh sprouts.
Her skin was as pale as pearls. Moving upward, her calves were slim without a trace of sagging, dotted with droplets of water that hadn’t yet been wiped away.
Having just finished bathing, the thinner areas of her skin, like her knees, carried a faint blush.
Her thighs were soft and full, elastic with a gentle firmness. Whether intentional or not, one of her fair, delicate hands was resting on that supple flesh.
Her fingertips pressed slightly, causing the skin to sink just a little.
It looked like nothing more than a casual snapshot taken by Qiu Yurou.
Yet with just a single glance, Wei Yan felt like he could barely breathe.
He was so overwhelmed with happiness that he felt like he might faint.
Was this really something he could see without paying for it?!