"Total stranger here, but gotta say—Guyen and Jiang Juan aren’t even comparable. Looks or manners? LOL.jpg."

[Post #116] Unrestrained: "Yeah, I’m just saying—Jiang Juan isn’t even as tall as Guyun."

"Height’s genetic. What’s there to compare?"

Unrestrained: "Aren’t looks genetic too? Or do you think Guyun got plastic surgery?"

"Who the hell are you to talk so boldly without anonymity?"

Unrestrained: "Thanks for the invite. This is Guyun himself."

The thread abruptly died. Everyone had probably clicked into Unrestrained’s profile.

"Seriously him."

"Dispersing, dispersing."

"Is this it?" Guyun arched a brow, boredom flickering in his eyes.

"It’s the campus forum. Accounts are tied to student IDs. They’re scared you’ll hunt them down," Zhao Zhuoyang shrugged.

"They weren’t scared when spewing trash. That abortion thread upstairs? Could be a novel. Title’s already in my head: *Runaway Bride: Guyun, Love Me Once More*," Zhang Ning twisted open Guyun’s cola and took a swig.

"Get lost," Guyun snapped.

"Just let it go?" Zhang Ning set the bottle down, watching him.

"Let it go? I’m not that generous. Zhuoyang—did you reach the forum admins?" Guyun glanced at Zhao Zhuoyang.

"They’re dodging me. Said you suffered no real damage. They’ll delete the posts and promise it won’t happen again."

"Ugly face, wild dreams. Like hell we’ll let it slide," Zhang Ning scoffed.

"Enough. Don’t hassle the wage slaves. Let’s go," Guyun stood, grabbing his jacket from the bed. He strode to the dorm door.

"Where to?" Zhang Ning called after him.

"To find the one who manages them. Our old friend—Old Wang."

…………

Morning light washed over Jiang Juan. Last night’s chest tightness and body aches had vanished like a dream. Yet as he washed up, he noticed the difference.

The stubble on his chin was completely gone. Because of his streams, Jiang Juan always kept his beard meticulously trimmed—even then, he needed beauty filters during broadcasts. Now, his skin felt smooth and cool to the touch, like flawless jade.

That morning, he visited the campus clinic. After a thorough checkup, the doctor found only low blood sugar from chronic sleep deprivation and irregular meals. No medication was prescribed—just advice to adjust his schedule and carry chocolate for emergencies.

"President, here’s the list of dorms that failed inspection."

"President? President Jiang?" A girl’s voice pulled him back.

"Sorry, Minister Yang. I was distracted. Could you repeat that?" Jiang Juan offered an apologetic smile.

"Rare to see you space out, President. Director Wang requested these files. I’ve compiled and printed them." Yang Han handed over the documents, unfazed.

"Thanks." Jiang Juan took them without stopping, skimming as he walked.

They moved in silence down the corridor, only the rustle of pages breaking the quiet.

"President—students ahead," Yang Han whispered.

Jiang Juan lifted his head. His lake-blue eyes met Guyun and his two friends approaching.

"Hn." Jiang Juan snapped the file shut.

Both halted outside the Discipline Office.

Guyen had always disliked Jiang Juan. Now, old grudges and fresh insults sharpened his tone. "Move."

Jiang Juan’s rose-tinted lips pressed into a thin line. Last night’s toxic comments and today’s strange changes had frayed his nerves. Normally, he’d have stepped aside with a smile. But right now—he needed an outlet.

"You’re the one who should leave," Jiang Juan looked up at Guyun.

Their gazes locked like daggers clashing. The air crackled.