Delivering roses in a luxury car?

Jinghai University's main south gate.

The early September afternoon sun blazed fiercely enough to melt the asphalt.

The university entrance was a sea of people, packed with incoming students and parents hauling bags of every size. The loudspeakers of the welcoming volunteers and the blaring car horns mingled into a chaotic stew.

A yellow taxi slowly squeezed through the traffic and braked on the service road outside the gate.

The door opened.

Lin Bei stepped out first, then turned and naturally raised a hand to shield the edge of the roof.

Ruan Qingwu climbed out.

She was still holding the plastic bag Lin Bei had bought, the soup dumplings inside already eaten clean.

Now she was wiping the corner of her mouth with a tissue, a touch of satisfied languor showing in her cool features.

This girl was usually as cold as ice. Only when she was full and content, or alone with Lin Bei, did she reveal this unguarded, endearingly innocent side.

"The sun in Jinghai is vicious. All this pork belly on Lord Fatty is about to start sizzling with grease."

Fatty Wang struggled to drag three large suitcases out of the trunk, sweating buckets from the effort.

Ruan Qingwu casually took a pack of wet wipes from her bag and handed it over.

"All right, stop complaining. Let's register first. Once we're settled, I'll treat you to a feast."

Fatty's eyes lit up, and he was just about to speak.

"Vroooom!"

An arrogant roar of an engine suddenly erupted from the far end of the nearby street.

It was so loud that it instantly drowned out the clamor outside the gate.

The surrounding students and parents instinctively looked toward the sound.

A Porsche 911 came racing toward them, skirting the speed limit.

Instead of slowing at the gate, it swung sharply into an extremely conspicuous drift.

Several new students about to cross the street were so frightened that they stumbled backward, nearly falling.

The elderly security guard at the gate was about to march over with his baton and give the driver a scolding, but one look at the badge made him quietly draw back the foot he had stepped forward.

The car door sprang upward.

A leg clad in bespoke Gucci trousers stepped out.

Zhou Zihao emerged halfway from the driver's seat. He had clearly made a point of changing his outfit.

His hair had been sprayed with at least half a catty of gel and slicked down so smoothly that any fly landing on it would have done the splits.

A pair of flashy aviator sunglasses sat on his nose, while the Green Submariner on his wrist glittered dazzlingly in the sunlight.

He had raced straight back from the airport along the expressway, all to reach the university before Lin Bei's crappy taxi.

Not only that, he had specifically made a call on the way to arrange things in advance.

Now, four lackeys who had been waiting at the gate immediately crowded around him.

The blond-haired lackey leading them held an enormous bouquet of bright red roses.

The bouquet was absurdly large, fully half a person's height. With 999 red roses packed together, it looked expensive at a glance.

"Young Master Zhou! Everything's ready!" The blond lackey offered him the roses with a fawning expression.

Zhou Zihao accepted the enormous bouquet, took off his sunglasses, and casually tossed them to a lackey beside him, putting on what he considered an irresistibly wicked smile.

The entrance instantly erupted.

"Holy shit! A Porsche 911! That must cost two or three million on the road!"

"Who's that guy? He's loaded! Driving a sports car to register on the first day?"

"Are you blind? Look at those 999 roses. He's obviously here to confess! Which girl got that lucky?"

Several elaborately dressed upperclasswomen stared, gathering to whisper among themselves, their eyes brimming with undisguised envy and jealousy.

Listening to the gasps and chatter around him, Zhou Zihao's grin grew wider and wider.

This was the kind of spectacle Young Master Zhou deserved.

Some penniless brat from who knew where had made him lose face at the airport. How could he possibly swallow that insult?

Today, in front of all the new students, he would use his overwhelming wealth to show that broke bastard in bargain-bin clothes what it meant to be as far apart as clouds and mud.

More importantly, he would make Ruan Qingwu understand who truly deserved her.

Holding that extravagant bouquet, Zhou Zihao swaggered toward Lin Bei and his two companions, surrounded by his lackeys.

The crowd automatically parted for him.

Fatty Wang gritted his teeth at the sight. "Is this bastard a sticking plaster? Why does he turn up everywhere?"

Ruan Qingwu's brows drew tightly together, and she instinctively edged closer to Lin Bei, unwilling to spare Zhou Zihao even another glance.

Lin Bei, however, did not move.

With one hand in his trouser pocket and his eyelids half lowered, he looked as though he were watching a cheap monkey show.

Zhou Zihao finally stopped less than two paces in front of Ruan Qingwu.

The arrogance on his face instantly vanished, replaced by what he considered an expression of tender devotion.

The students watching all held their breath, and some even raised their phones to record.

A luxury car, roses, a rich second-generation heir, and an innocent campus belle-this was the hottest gossip of the first day.

Zhou Zihao cleared his throat and held the roses a little farther out.

He opened his mouth and drew a deep breath.

"Qing..."

Just as his lips moved and barely half the first syllable escaped.

Lin Bei withdrew his right hand from his pocket and snapped his fingers crisply.

It was not loud, barely noticeable amid the noise at the gate.

But at the very instant that snap rang out.

Zhou Zihao's face, still wearing its devoted smile, abruptly froze.

The strand of pure spiritual energy lurking in the major acupoints of his stomach and intestines instantly erupted!

A wrenching pain, accompanied by an unstoppable rush of gas, shot straight toward Zhou Zihao's nether regions.

Zhou Zihao had only just opened his mouth, before the "wu" could emerge.

"Pffft-squish!!!"

A loud, prolonged rumble of thunder, with an unmistakably wet sound, erupted inside the crotch of Zhou Zihao's suit trousers.

It was nothing short of a thunderclap out of a clear sky.

The previously noisy university entrance instantly fell deathly silent.

Every gaze fixed firmly on Zhou Zihao's backside.

Still clutching the roses, Zhou Zihao stood rooted to the spot as though struck by lightning.

He could distinctly feel something warm, wet, and indescribable breaking through his final defenses and slowly trickling down the legs of his bespoke Gucci trousers.

Then a nauseating stench spread wildly outward, with Zhou Zihao at its center.

"Urgh-"

The blond lackey closest to him caught the smell first. His face turned green, and he immediately covered his mouth and retched.

The instant Lin Bei had snapped his fingers, he had already taken Ruan Qingwu by the wrist and retreated five or six meters, precisely avoiding the contaminated zone as the smell spread.

Ruan Qingwu stared at the scene in astonishment, her fair little hand covering her nose, her cool eyes filled with shock and disgust.

"Holy shit! Hahahahaha!"

After the deathly silence, Fatty Wang was the first to react.

He pointed at Zhou Zihao, laughing so hard he rocked back and forth, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Young Master Zhou! That's one unique way to confess! What, 999 roses weren't enough, so you had to spice things up with some all-natural chemical weapons? Have you got a septic tank hidden in your pants?"

Fatty's voice was so loud that it instantly snapped all the dumbfounded students around them back to their senses.

The crowd exploded into an uproar.

"Oh my God! He shit his pants!"

"Urgh! It stinks! That's disgusting!"

"He drove a Porsche here to shit in public? Is this another special fetish rich people have?"

"Record it, quick! Rich heir gets explosive diarrhea outside Jinghai University on the first day! This is definitely making the headlines on the campus confession wall!"

Countless phone cameras pointed at Zhou Zihao, flashes going off wildly.

At that moment, Zhou Zihao wanted to die.

His mind was blank. When in his entire life had he ever suffered such a monstrous humiliation?

The laughter and shutter clicks around him were like one resounding slap after another, lashing viciously across his face.

His bowels were still churning like an overturned sea, and the second wave was almost impossible to hold back.

"Get lost! All of you, get out of my way!"

Zhou Zihao roared as he fell apart.

He abruptly flung the expensive bouquet of 999 roses into the air.

Amid a shower of red petals.

This insufferably arrogant young real-estate heir clamped both hands over his backside, barged through the crowd, and sprinted toward the public toilets by the gate.

His retreating figure looked as wretched as a stray dog driven from its home.

His lackeys exchanged looks. They wanted to follow, but recoiled from his stench, leaving them standing awkwardly in place, unable to leave or stay.

"Hahahaha! I can't take it! Lord Fatty's stomach is cramping from laughing."

Fatty Wang leaned on a suitcase, laughing too hard to straighten up. "That bastard must've forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home. Showing off until he shit himself-what a fucking talent!"

Ruan Qingwu lowered the hand covering her nose, looked in the direction Zhou Zihao had disappeared, then turned to Lin Bei beside her.

Although she had no idea what had actually happened, a woman's intuition told her Lin Bei definitely had something to do with it.

She had seen his finger snap perfectly clearly.

"Was that you?" Ruan Qingwu lowered her voice and leaned close to Lin Bei's ear.

Lin Bei spread his hands with an innocent expression.

"You can eat carelessly, but you can't talk carelessly. I didn't lay a single finger on him. What does his bad stomach making him shit his pants have to do with me?"

Looking at Lin Bei's infuriating expression, Ruan Qingwu could not help bursting into a giggle.

Her smile was like a spring breeze melting snow, leaving several nearby male students staring, even before they had recovered from the stench.

"All right, stop watching. Let's go. That smell is overpowering."

Lin Bei casually took Ruan Qingwu's suitcase and called to Fatty, who was still laughing wildly. The three passed through the buzzing crowd and strode through Jinghai University's gate.