"Cai Meier, Dean, seems to have something to discuss with me, so I'll head out first. You all go back on your own and rest well. There's a match tomorrow," Qianran said casually to the group before him.

  Thanks to this year's exceptionally talented reserve team, the main team from Shrek Academy had no pns to step in during the early stages of the competition.

  For Qianran, fighting against these teams felt no different than pying games with children. Unless explicitly required by Wang Yan and the academy for publicity purposes, Qianran had little interest in taking the stage before the quarterfinals.

  "Got it," the girls responded, watching Qianran and Cai Meier leave together.

  The other members of the team couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.

  "Man, I’m so jealous. Why is the treatment so different, even among geniuses?" muttered Gong Yangmo, his gaze fixed on the dean who seemed to vish all her attention on Qianran.

  “Think about it,” Ling Luochen replied coldly, her words precise and cutting.

  "Do you have the talent Qianran does?"

  Gong Yangmo froze.

  He wanted to argue, but he knew there was no point.

  The title of genius applied to everyone in the inner court, yet Qianran stood on a pne above them all—a genius among geniuses.

  "Qianran is indeed extraordinary," Wang Yan chimed in, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

  "Looking back through history, his talent outshines even the original Shrek Seven Devils. Not even Tang San from ten thousand years ago could surpass him."

  This was no exaggeration. Wang Yan, though cking combat prowess, was a wealth of theoretical knowledge. And the more he analyzed Qianran’s progress, the more certain he became: Qianran was destined for greatness.

  Tang Ya and Wang Dong’er both frowned at the mention of Tang San.

  The secrets of Tang San’s treachery had soured their view of him entirely, leaving them filled with contempt.

  The rest of the group, aware of Qianran's distaste for Tang San, also didn’t react kindly.

  A Private Meeting with Cai Meier

  "Dean Cai Meier, we should head to the meeting room. If anyone sees us coming out of the same hotel room together, there could be... misunderstandings," Qianran suggested with a sly grin as they walked down the hallway.

  The rhythmic sound of Cai Meier’s high heels echoed in time with her confident gait, but Qianran casually reached out and took her hand.

  "Alright," Cai Meier agreed, showing no objection to Qianran’s forwardness.

  She hadn’t yet retrieved the key to her hotel room and didn’t feel comfortable entering Qianran’s quarters. A neutral space like the meeting room seemed more appropriate for what she had agreed to do.

  Once inside, Qianran turned to her, his mischievous grin growing wider.

  "Dean, about those beautiful stockings…" he began.

  Cai Meier flushed crimson, realizing what he was getting at.

  "Fine. You have one minute," she said through gritted teeth, lifting her foot to remove her high heels before slowly raising the hem of her skirt.

  The motion was hesitant and filled with embarrassment, but it gave Qianran a glimpse of the intricate patterns woven into her bck stockings, now fully visible.

  "You’re stunning, Dean Cai Meier. No wonder you captivated so many admirers back in the day," Qianran complimented, his voice tinged with admiration.

  With the skirt lifted slightly higher, Qianran could finally see the full contour of her perfect figure—the slender waist, the long, shapely legs, and the wide, alluring hips that were nothing short of breathtaking.

  "Enough with the nonsense! Are you done yet?" Cai Meier’s voice quivered, a mix of anger and mortification. Her cheeks burned as she gred at him.

  "Almost. Let me just… take a few pictures," Qianran said, producing a camera from his storage ring.

  He quickly snapped several photos, capturing the rare moment of Cai Meier’s vulnerability.

  "Turn around. Let me see from the back," he ordered next.

  Cai Meier hesitated but eventually complied, turning her back to him with slow, deliberate movements.

  Qianran’s breath hitched as he took in the view—the curves, the proportions—Cai Meier was truly an unparalleled beauty.

  "Alright, that’s enough!" she excimed, dropping the hem of her skirt back into pce before Qianran could take in too much.

  "Now, about that pill you promised," she said, forcing her voice to remain steady.

  Her tone was icy, but her expression betrayed a mixture of embarrassment and suppressed anger.

  Qianran nodded, though a twinge of disappointment crossed his face.

  Even so, his mind repyed the scene, committing every detail to memory. Cai Meier’s allure was unmatched, and Qianran knew he would do whatever it took to make her his.

  With a pyful smile, he retrieved the vial containing the coveted pill from his spatial storage ring.

  When he opened the bottle, a rich, intoxicating fragrance filled the air.

  Cai Meier’s eyes widened in astonishment as she inhaled deeply, feeling an immediate sense of renewal wash over her. Even the faint whiff of the pill’s aroma seemed to rejuvenate her entire body.

  "This… this is incredible," she murmured, her voice tinged with awe.

  The sensation confirmed what Qianran had promised. If even the lingering scent could elicit such profound effects, the pill itself must indeed hold the power to preserve her youth.

  For the first time in years, Cai Meier felt genuine excitement and gratitude—though the lingering humiliation of their earlier encounter tempered her emotions.

  Still, she couldn’t deny the truth: this pill was everything she had hoped for.

  (End of Chapter)

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