Hua Xin pressed her left hand firmly over her right, pinning it to the bed. 😡

The human body’s parts often had minds of their own, defying conscious control.

“Don’t move!”

“I’ll shoot if you do! 🔫”

“If you don’t want a bullet, behave yourself, Righty!”

The girl snarled, left hand shaped like a pistol aimed at her right. Her strained expression made the threat utterly believable.

But the moment she shifted to gesture—her grip loosened. 😉

A cool draft brushed her skin. Her waistband had mysteriously undone itself. Jet-black ice silk shorts now lay crumpled at the foot of the bed.

Huh? 😨

Hua Xin scrambled upright on her knees, stunned. Her shorts had vanished. Only a pair of gray wolf boxer shorts stared back at her, wide-eyed and innocent.

She blinked, dazed.

*What… where are my pants???*

Her gaze dropped to the phone resting on the pillow. Its screen glowed with a familiar, garish interface—ads flashing between dazzling gold and seductive pink.

Though daytime outside, Hua Xin’s room was perpetually dark.

The screen’s four sinister pathways beckoned like a digital abyss. She swallowed hard. 🥵

*(SELECT SERVER)*

*(If connection fails or images won’t load, try switching servers)*

*(Server 1 🟢 Smooth)*

*(Server 2 ⚪ Congested)*

*(Server 3 ⚪ Congested)*

*(Server 4 🟢 Smooth)*

Huh?

*Why’s my phone on this screen?*

Shock flooded her face as she recognized the scene she’d hidden for years.

*Ahaha… No way my phone just auto-opened that “study app” buried in my hidden folder. Must be a coincidence. Yeah, coincidence…*

But this coincidence felt *too* perfect.

*(Just to confirm, you mean: pinch to zoom the home screen, draw an “L” to access hidden space, then pick one app from nine options, right?)*

Hua Xin nonchalantly tapped Server 4, closed the ads, checked “I’m 18+” 🔞, and muttered:

“Ugh, what can I do? My hands have a mind of their own. They insisted on challenging Mr. Happy… I had to oblige.”

She grabbed a “Erzi Game” body pillow, propping it behind her back. Her left hand scrolled the “Monthly Rankings” for quality “accompanying tide art,” while her right hand crept back toward the gray wolf waistband…

*(Encrypted audio. Unlock with monthly votes or tips.)*

“Mmph!”

“Silly~ 💗…”

——————————

Second floor, main teaching building, Mordor University.

Xia Yan adjusted his shirt collar and straightened his tie.

Just a routine student union interview—but he never cut corners.

“Treat everything seriously” was the creed of an upbeat, dependable well-rounded person.

“Next candidate.”

A gentle voice called out. Xia Yan pocketed his phone, waiting politely until the previous interviewee exited before stepping inside.

“Good afternoon, seniors. I’m Xia Yan, class monitor of Business Administration 1, School of Management…”

He stood tall, meeting the gazes of the department head and deputies. His voice was crisp and measured, his smile steady. His self-introduction was concise—no fluff, no frills.

He’d applied for the Organization Department. Unlike the Study or Sports Departments, this role would leverage his networking skills.

And… it’d give him chances to bring Hua Xin along. Slowly.

She needed to step out of isolation. Making friends was essential—but so was learning how to talk to people, handle tasks, perfect details.

Xia Yan was determined: over four years, he’d pull Hua Xin into the real world.

Turn her into a resilient, independent man.

Two minutes later, he finished speaking.

“I’ve had my eye on you,” said the woman seated center-stage. Dressed in a pure white dress and strappy heels, the long-haired senior set down her pen, fingers interlaced. Her curious gaze swept over Xia Yan’s sharp suit, his tall frame, his handsome face. She tucked a stray strand behind her ear, revealing delicate floral earrings and a glimpse of collarbone. “You’re Xia Yan—the freshman who gave the military training speech? Our top-scoring student who chose *Hotel Front Desk Management*? Quite the legend.”

“You flatter me, Senior Lin,” Xia Yan replied evenly, no trace of embarrassment.

*(Truth was, he’d picked the easiest major to slack off in. Earning money through side hustles mattered more than coursework.)*

“I approve. What about you three?” Lin Qingyu glanced at her deputies—a woman and two men. Her meaning was clear.

When the department head endorsed you, who’d dare object?

“No objections.” ×3

“Excellent.” Lin Qingyu nodded, clapping once. “Welcome to the Organization Department, Xia Yan.”

The trio beamed—but their thoughts screamed in unison:

*This breaks protocol. We post results on bulletin boards later…*

*Only one explanation…* 😋 ×3

*Our three-year-single goddess Lin has a thing for this underclassman.* 🤣 ×3

Lin Qingyu suddenly remembered something. “Ah—tomorrow we start prepping for the freshman welcome gala. Xia Yan, you’ll shadow me this week. How about being my personal secretary?” She studied him, intrigued.

Xia Yan smiled. “I follow the organization’s arrangements.”

*See?* ×3

*Told you!* 🤣👉🏻 ×3

Lin Qingyu’s gaze flicked to the trio—icy, wordless warning.

The bespectacled deputy cleared his throat. “Head, we still have interviews…”

“Right.” Lin Qingyu’s warm, professional mask slid back into place. She handed Xia Yan her phone, smiling sweetly. “Scan my WeChat QR code, please?”

“💓 We’ll have a *nice long chat* later… 💓”