At that moment, she admired her own resilience in a crisis—agreeing like that and even walking on stage without shame.
After all, she was raised by the Lu family; she wasn't stage-shy. But her movements were clearly unskilled.
Anyone could see she was just going through the motions, but she was surprisingly earnest and made no mistakes. That only made her seem adorably sincere.
Lu Tingzhou had just sat down and immediately locked onto Cheng Buxi on stage.
Today, he wore a custom Zegna black suit with a long trench coat, his perfect proportions sharp and imposing. With his flawless, 360-degree god-like face, he was simply too eye-catching.
As an alumnus of S University and a half-board member, he had been invited by Shen Xiushi to watch the game. It was expected, and he also wanted to check on Cheng Buxi. But he never expected her to do something so reckless.
Seeing her dressed like that—gaudy, tight-fitting clothes, a miniskirt, a high ponytail, radiating youthful rebellion—his expression darkened.
This wasn't just about wearing too little. Did she know what she was doing? Nonsense!
The veins on both sides of his forehead bulged. His brows were cold, his face heavy with clouds, like thick, unyielding ink, emanating murderous intent.
The cup of tea given by the leader was crushed in his hand, spilling.
Soon, the white cuff of his shirt was soaked, and the enamel cufflink became a pathetic sacrifice.
"...!!!" Xin Ji had never seen this before. His mouth hung open like a split papaya, unable to close. He quickly handed him a handkerchief. "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu..."
Shen Xiushi followed his gaze and squinted, equally surprised.
When did Lu Tingzhou's sister join the cheerleading squad? He had no idea.
Lu Tingzhou had been busy with work lately and lax in supervising her. He thought she would behave, but she did this!
She was getting more and more out of line.
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Meanwhile, at the entrance.
The S University team stood in formation on one side—12 players, 5 starters, 7 substitutes. They were full of fighting spirit, their purple-and-gold uniforms conspicuous anywhere.
As they prepared to take the stage, the most strikingly handsome young man in the center remained still. "Brother Ning, what's up?"
A teammate behind him patted him. "Time for us to go on, Brother Ning?"
Ning Ci didn't reply. Instead, he stared intently at the girl on the court—the face that haunted his dreams. Her arms moved in sloppy, careless motions, clearly a filler. How did she end up as a starter?
The smile on his lips grew, his arc widening.
He was tall, lean, with sharp, handsome features—a defined face and beautiful phoenix eyes slightly lowered. Standing there, he was pure sex appeal.
The hot dance ended.
Cheng Buxi had no idea she was like prey, surrounded by hunters ready to pounce. She was secretly relieved to have pulled off such a tough task. Little did she know...
As she exited, she accidentally bumped into someone.
Hard muscle. She frowned and looked down to see a mesmerizing darkness.
Purple and gold—familiar yet not. She easily recognized it as S University's uniform. She marveled at his great physique—collarbones deep enough to hold water, a lean, narrow waist under the jersey with no extra fat.
After her brief admiration, still dizzy from dancing, she quickly whispered, "Sorry!" without daring to look up, and tried to leave. But he gently hooked her shoulder, blocking her way.
From that angle, he could even smell the faint scent of her skin. He grinned mischievously and murmured lazily, just loud enough for her alone: "Tonight at seven, Xidan, be there or be square."
It was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. Cheng Buxi's mind went blank. She looked up.
How—how was it him!?
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