Gu Luo is a Succubus

"Who doesn’t know that you’ve privately approached Luo Shuning behind the scenes?"

"Other than discussing matters about the department head position, what else could you two possibly have to talk about?"

Every word felt like a sharp pebble, hurled straight at Feng Duo.

"Qu Meimei, you’re going too far..."

After hearing this, Feng Duo felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, as if she were about to vomit blood.

It was true that she had privately spoken to Luo Shuning, but every time, it was to urge her to prioritize the bigger picture—to avoid openly clashing with Qu Meimei and to maintain harmony and stability within the music department.

How had Qu Meimei twisted it into something so malicious?

"What? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Qu Meimei placed her violin on the nearby table, crossed her arms, and tilted her chin up, pressing on aggressively:

"Let me guess—does the department head think our side is easier to bully because we’re fewer in number?"

"If we don’t get a clear answer today, you can handle this performance on your own. We’re out."

Hearing this, Feng Duo felt the world spin around her, as if she were on the verge of a stroke.

But she had no choice. In the music department, aside from Luo Shuning, Qu Meimei was the most skilled violinist, and the cellist was also part of Qu Meimei’s faction.

For the sake of a flawless performance at the school festival, she was now trapped between a rock and a hard place, forced to compromise.

It felt like an ancient royal coup—if she didn’t give this ambitious "prince" what she wanted, she’d face outright rebellion.

A headache.

At this moment, every member’s gaze was fixed on Feng Duo, like countless spotlights waiting for her answer.

Beads of sweat even formed on her forehead as she struggled to find a way out.

No matter how she answered, she would infuriate one side.

And if that happened, the school festival performance would be doomed.

Just as the tension reached its peak, a clear, bright voice shattered the suffocating silence in the music room.

"Um… hi, everyone. I’m the new member of the music department." Gu Luo walked in with a warm, sunny smile.

An aura of unique charm radiated from him—his full 9/10 attractiveness instantly captivated everyone’s attention.

Especially the girls, who were practically slain on the spot.

The tense atmosphere vanished without a trace as both factions shared the same thought—Damn, the school heartthrob is seriously handsome!

Gu Luo scratched his head "shyly," making him appear even more boyishly charming.

"Hello, I’m Gu Luo, from Class 8, sophomore year. I’m a friend of Qu Meimei."

As he spoke, he waved at Qu Meimei.

Immediately, all eyes turned to her.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Qu Meimei puffed out her chest and grinned triumphantly. "Gu Luo is my recruit. Everyone, be nice to him, okay?"

Her vanity was thoroughly satisfied.

As if all her earlier grievances had evaporated, she practically skipped over to Gu Luo.

Qu Meimei seemed like a completely different person now, her face adorned with a gentle smile as she introduced, "Gu Luo, let me introduce you—this is our music department’s senior, Department Head Feng Duo."

"Hello, Senior Feng Duo." Gu Luo greeted politely.

"Ah… uh… hi…"

Feng Duo’s brain short-circuited, completely blank.

Weren’t we just in the middle of a coup?

Why is she acting possessed now?

Still, this was undeniably a good thing.

If Gu Luo hadn’t shown up when he did, the music department might have disbanded today.

Seizing the chance, Feng Duo quickly announced, "Everyone, good work today. Let’s call it a day and regroup tomorrow."

Right now, she just wanted to escape.

She couldn’t risk Qu Meimei suddenly snapping and staging another rebellion.

At her words, the members scattered.

A small group, however, gravitated toward Gu Luo and Qu Meimei like magnets.

"Wow… is this Meimei’s boyfriend? He’s so handsome!" one girl gushed enviously.

"Meimei moves fast—he just transferred and she’s already claimed him," another teased.

"Oh my god, he’s really good-looking. Can we take a photo together?" a bolder girl requested.

"School heartthrob, wanna grab drinks tonight?" yet another invited eagerly.

"......"

Amid the girls’ excited chatter, Gu Luo maintained his gentle smile, patiently responding to each one.

Thanks to the "enthusiastic attention" from his female classmates, he’d built up some immunity—while slightly exasperated, he handled it smoothly.

"Don’t spread rumors. Gu Luo and I aren’t dating yet," Qu Meimei said with a smile.

But the smug curve of her lips was impossible to hide.

Her emotional satisfaction skyrocketed.

Vanity at its peak.

And that "yet" was her staking her claim.

Gu Luo is mine—back off!

But how could any girl not be interested in a guy like Gu Luo?

Especially when he was single.

Suddenly, all the girls collectively decided to play dumb, eagerly asking for Gu Luo’s contact info.

Overwhelmed by the flood of attention, Gu Luo could only "shyly" pull up his friend QR code.

"Beep."

"Beep."

"Beep."

"..."

The room filled with the sound of scanning, like a lively symphony.

Qu Meimei watched, grinding her teeth in frustration.

These little vixens…

But there was nothing she could do except force a smile.

After all, these girls were her bargaining chips against Luo Shuning.

For some reason, Qu Meimei suddenly felt like she understood Feng Duo’s struggles…

Meanwhile, Gu Luo "innocently" chatted with the girls, his witty and humorous remarks keeping the conversation lively.

With so many girls around, Qu Meimei could only stand by helplessly, unable to intervene.

She had just said they weren’t dating, after all.

On the other side.

"Girl, damn, is your brother a succubus or what?" Ren Lei whispered to Luo Shuning, her voice laced with amusement.

"I won’t deny it—my brother is charming," Luo Shuning admitted with a smile.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved.

And deeply grateful to her brother.

If not for Gu Luo, the music department might have split today.

As the lead vocalist and deputy head, that would’ve put her in an awful position.

The freshmen weren’t ready, and the seniors were practically retired from the club.

Besides, they’d already performed last year—asking them to step in again would just make the sophomores look incompetent.

Luo Shuning turned to Ren Lei. "I’m going to wash my face."

"Go ahead. I’ll stay and enjoy the show," Ren Lei chuckled.

What she meant by "watching a good show" was, of course, watching Gu Luo toy with Qu Meimei.

So this was the correct way to use a seductive demon.

If Gu Luo kept "dallying with flowers and grasses" like this, Qu Meimei's team might just fall apart.

How thrilling.

Seeing this, Luo Shuning shook her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation before slipping out of the classroom through the back door and heading straight for the restroom.

But the moment she arrived, a figure came jogging after her.

It was Feng Duo.

"Shuning... I..."

She trailed off, her expression a tangle of emotions—guilt, helplessness, and a flicker of worry.

Luo Shuning didn’t turn around. Instead, she quietly splashed her face with cold water, letting the cool stream wash over her skin.

After exhaling softly, she finally spoke:

"Minister, what is it you want to say this time?"

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