Lu Yuan had no idea of the towering uproar currently sweeping through the Campus Forum.
Back then, after casually leaving a six-character reply under Zhao Long's challenge letter, he had simply switched on message blocking for the forum and had never bothered to open it again.
Even though the comment section was already stacked layer upon layer with hundreds of messages, countless freshmen frantically flooding the space beneath his reply—mocking Zhao Long, praising the top ranker, looking forward to the arena clash between two great geniuses, all kinds of opinions rising one after another until the place was buzzing beyond control.
But not a single fragment of that noisy, tangled commotion reached Lu Yuan's eyes.
To him, the Campus Forum was nothing more than a useless place where students chatted idly, watched drama, compared themselves, and shouted challenges.
Rather than waste time staring at those meaningless battles of words, it was far more comfortable to stay beside his several lovers, each breathtakingly beautiful and distinct in temperament, pass his days in peace, and cultivate with a calm heart than to get dragged into pointless disputes.
The night passed quietly.
Early the next morning, the sky had just begun to brighten, and soft morning light slowly spilled through the carved window lattice, gently spreading across the spacious bedroom.
On the bed, three graceful, delicate bodies were sleeping peacefully, their breaths long and soft, brows relaxed, expressions tranquil and warm.
Their skin looked fine and lustrous beneath the morning light, long hair scattered across the pillows, the scene gentle and healing.
They were Xia Qingyin, Jiang Xuanran, and Su Yaqing.
Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lightly sweeping over his side. Seeing the three of them sleeping so peacefully, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a faint, gentle