Hello Nan Gong Ye

A pair of enchanting fox-like eyes, deep and mesmerizing, with a distinctive heart-shaped tear mole beneath the left one. Rosy lips, an exquisite nose, and cheeks untouched by makeup yet still fair and radiant, accompanied by a faint fragrance of white camellias...

This was the sentence Liu Muye had written the first time he described Han Juyou's appearance in his book. Now, face-to-face with the real person, Liu Muye froze in place.

The moment their eyes met, it felt as if Han Juyou had stolen his very soul.

Only then did Liu Muye realize that a young woman's allure and sensuality couldn't be simply captured in plain words.

Only those who had seen her in person could understand the innate, all-encompassing "charm" Han Juyou exuded. It wasn't the kind of breathtaking beauty that stuns at first glance, but rather an unforgettable, haunting allure that etched itself into one's mind after just a single look.

That beauty was like a fox spirit from the ancient "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," bewitching and enchanting, carrying an air of mystery and seduction that ensnared the heart. A mere exchange of glances felt like an invisible force gripping one's mind, pulling them into an inescapable trance.

So, beauty truly was a feeling.

A thought suddenly flashed through Liu Muye's mind: "No wonder in the book, every time Han Juyou sabotaged the relationship between the male and female leads, that idiot male lead fell for her lies. If I were in his place, I’d probably be fooled by this wicked woman too, wouldn’t I?"

Noticing Liu Muye's dazed expression, Han Juyou frowned slightly, her gentle voice breaking the silence: "We’ve never met before, have we? How do you know my name?"

"Uh..." Liu Muye snapped back to reality. After a brief pause, he conjured up a flimsy excuse: "I’m a senior in charge of freshman orientation. I saw your profile in the new student records yesterday. You’re quite distinctive, so I remembered you at once."

"New student records?" Han Juyou narrowed her slender, beautiful eyes, scrutinizing Liu Muye before immediately exposing his lie. "I’m a work-study student. Siliya Academy’s records shouldn’t have my photo. And even if they did, with over 3,000 freshmen this year, how is it that you, Senior, remembered my name and face so clearly? Unless... you have ulterior motives?"

"Tsk..."

Liu Muye inwardly clicked his tongue. He should’ve remembered—the cunning female antagonist he’d written was far from a naive, innocent flower. There was no way she’d fall for such a clumsy lie.

Deciding not to dwell on the matter, Liu Muye opted for deflection. "Never mind how I know your name. You just tripped me—shouldn’t you give me an explanation first?"

Han Juyou frowned. "I already apologized. Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

Liu Muye shook his head. "No, not the infirmary. But you have to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" Han Juyou grew wary, subtly taking a step back.

From the moment this stranger had called her name and stared at her so intently, she’d sensed something off about him. The situation made her suspect he might be some creepy stalker.

Liu Muye locked eyes with her and spoke deliberately: "Stay away from Nangong Ye. Don’t hurt Shangguan Yurou. If you ever face any trouble at school, come to me. I’ll help you. Remember my name—Liu Muye."

"Nangong Ye? Shangguan Yurou?" Han Juyou stared at him, bewildered by his grave tone. "What nonsense are you spouting? I don’t even know those people."

"It’s fine. Just keep my words in mind." Liu Muye flashed her a smile. "Remember, my name is Liu Muye. At Siliya Academy, no one will dare bully you if you mention me."

"You’re... utterly bizarre."

Han Juyou, unnerved by his rambling, quickly pulled her luggage and hurried away.

Watching her retreating figure, Liu Muye sighed. "She doesn’t know the male and female leads yet—that means the villainess hasn’t turned dark. There’s still time... Wait, wasn’t I supposed to be playing the rich young master? Why am I thinking about saving the villainess? No, no, sticking to my role is more important!"

Under the grand school gates, the slender girl vanished into the distance, her silhouette bathed in sunlight, leaving behind a poignant image that seemed to carry untold stories and complex emotions.

And so, the tale officially began...

"Vroom—"

A flashy red Ferrari LaFerrari roared into Siliya Academy like a beast, speeding straight to the freshman registration area.

The car halted abruptly in the middle of the road, its scissor doors rising majestically as a tall, long-legged young man stepped out with effortless grace.

Nangong Ye—sole heir of the prestigious Nangong Family in Shangjing City, the future domineering CEO from the book, standing at 188 cm with a chiseled eight-pack, looks surpassing even the most legendary heartthrobs, capable of making countless girls swoon with just a glance.

[Of course, no matter how handsome, he could never surpass the dashing readers of this story, right?]

"Ahhh—!"

"It’s Nangong Ye! Oh my god, it’s really him!"

"The living, breathing Nangong Ye?"

"So handsome—I might die!"

"I can’t take it, Young Master Ye is too dreamy. I’m about to faint!"

"I can’t breathe—help!"

Just as Liu Muye had written, wherever Nangong Ye went, a chorus of infatuated screams followed.

Nangong Ye coolly uttered a single word: "Noi—"

"Noisy!"

Before he could finish, the guy in front of him blurted out the exact phrase he’d intended to say.

Nangong Ye frowned and continued, "Mere—"

"Mere freshman registration, and this young master has to show up in person?"

"?"

Again, the guy ahead stole his line.

Nangong Ye’s frown deepened. "What kind of—"

"What kind of joke is this? Do I really have to attend this dump of a school?"

"I—"

"I, the top young master of Shangjing, need some lousy diploma from Siliya Academy to prove myself?"

"If—"

"If it weren’t for the old man forcing me, I’d be running the company by now."

Enough!

Nangong Ye felt as though he had been living in the shadow of the boy in front of him all day. Those lines should have been his—how could some nobody have stolen them so effortlessly?

Finally, Nangong Ye’s patience wore thin. His lips curled slightly, eyes flashing with irritation.

Just as he was about to speak, the boy ahead suddenly turned around…

"Hello, Nangong Ye!"

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