Meanwhile, rumors spread like wildfire that Fifth Master Huo had a woman by his side at the cruise banquet. The man himself had no idea—he was busy watching her pack for the new semester.
By August 31st, she’d already packed five massive suitcases.
“Are you going to live in the dorms?” Master Huo leaned back on the sofa, watching her work.
“No,” Ming Ming looked up blankly. “I can’t keep living here?”
Wait—is the heroine moving in? Is he about to kick me out and give her the suite instead?
Overjoyed at the thought!
But Huo only said, “Since you’re staying here, why bring so much luggage? I thought you were moving out of the place.”
Oh. Not a new apartment.
Ming Ming belatedly realized he was mocking her.
She immediately bristled, tossing the clothes in her hands onto the floor. “Master Huo, how could you say that?”
“The Huo family has such a huge empire—how could my five little suitcases possibly empty it?”
“…Besides, what’s wrong with bringing them just to show off a little?” She lifted her chin defiantly.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is called putting on airs.
This is called brown-nosing.
And Ming Ming, ever cowardly yet ambitious, said it with righteous conviction.
Huo struck again: “Can you even move all that by yourself?”
Ming Ming: …
She had honestly forgotten about that part.
Raising her arm to show off a nonexistent bicep, she stubbornly insisted, “Don’t underestimate my strength!”
Huo gave a light, dismissive chuckle and let her be.
When he turned back, Chen Si and Chen Jing were struggling not to laugh, while Wang Duo and Butler Wu rolled their eyes in perfect unison.
Ming Ming: “…System, they’re making fun of me!”
System: “Serves you right! If you hadn’t been so stubborn just now, you could’ve asked them to help carry your luggage during freshman move-in. Parents are allowed upstairs at that time. Now? You’re on your own.”
Ming Ming gasped. “Wait, what? That was an option?!”
In the end, she paid the price for her own big mouth.
On September 1st and 2nd, during move-in days, she dragged those five suitcases to the dorms in three exhausting trips.
Originally, she had planned to pack ten. She had to cut it down with tears in her eyes.
Luckily, Huo still had a shred of humanity left and let her choose any of the family cars, assigning a driver to send her.
Otherwise, out here in the middle of nowhere, hailing a cab would’ve been a nightmare.
But here’s the real question: if there were a car, why not move everything in one trip?
Good question.
Ming Ming: Because damn it, I can only carry one suitcase up the stairs at a time. Carrying five in one go would literally kill me.
Chu Yun’s dorm was on the fifth floor.
She thought about backing out of her bravado, but every time she so much as hinted at it, Huo—legs crossed, eyes on his reports—would glance at her coolly.
“Don’t worry. I would never underestimate your strength.”
And then he’d deliberately glance at her non-existent arm muscles before nodding graciously: “Go on then. I’m busy.”
Ming Ming wanted to cry.
What kind of man was this?
By the end of two days, her arms ached, her legs felt like jelly, and she was half-dead.
Even parading around campus in a Porsche Cayenne failed to turn heads.
Heartbroken. Truly heartbroken.
When she got back, she stormed into the guest bedroom to demand her own room—only to find Huo wasn’t even home.
Punching a pillow in frustration, she nearly froze from the cold emptiness.
September 3rd, classes officially began. Checking Chu Yun’s schedule, Ming Ming saw she only had one class at ten that morning. So Ming Ming dolled herself up like a proud little peacock, picked a flashy orange Cayenne, and headed to school.
She timed her arrival for when the first big lecture let out. Students flooded the campus, and Ming Ming had the car drop her off at the gate. Sunglasses covering half her face, she strutted inside.
Sure enough, heads turned.
“Don’t forget the main mission,” the system reminded.
Classes had started—it was time to start tripping up the female lead.
“Relax,” Ming Ming waved at passing classmates while brushing it off.
In class, glamorous Chu Yun stood out in sharp contrast to the guys and girls who shuffled in wearing oversized T-shirts and slippers.
That’s when Ming Ming noticed: “Wait… Chu Yun’s a law major?”
“So what?”
“I’m not a law major! I don’t know a single thing about law!”
Regret instantly set in. She should never have made herself so noticeable. Sure enough, by the end of class, even the professor had taken special notice.
“You there, the pretty girl in the back—what’s your name? Chu Yun, right? Come analyze this legal statute and its relevance today.”
Ming Ming: …
Professor, this is unnecessary!
I can’t spend a single day in this stupid school!
When class ended, Ming Ming didn’t even want lunch—she just wanted to bolt. But the system nagged in her ear like a chanting monk, insisting she stick around to sabotage Ye Weiran that afternoon.
Driven mad by the endless nagging, she finally gave in.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go, okay?!”
The very next second, the class group chat lit up with a message from the monitor:
“Attention everyone: since we’re in senior year, the school has moved up the last physical fitness test to the start of the semester, to account for grad school prep and internships. This afternoon at 3 p.m., all senior law students must gather at the North Field for the 800m and 1000m runs. This test affects graduation eligibility, so please take it seriously. No absences or tardiness allowed. @AllMembers”
Ming Ming froze.
What kind of school makes you run 800 meters on the very first day?!
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