Chapter 201 Do you want to dance too? The Delusional Clown in the Lion's Den
Xu Ping'an dazedly followed Zheng Qingqing into the girls' dormitory, his mouth stretched into a wide, uncontrollable grin, laughing internally like an idiot who had just won the lottery.
His steps were light, almost floating. The bustling campus around him faded into a blur; all he could see was the slender, graceful back of the goddess walking in front of him. The scent of her expensive shampoo trailed behind her like a hook, dragging him willingly into the abyss.
At this moment, Xu Ping'an was both happy and smug, excited to the extreme. His face was flushed red with a mixture of adrenaline and dopamine, completely devoid of the awkwardness, depression, and humiliation he had shown just minutes ago outside the gymnasium.
"That idiot Shen Anyu! He calls himself a genius? He calls himself a Young Master?"
Xu Ping'an sneered in his heart, his ego inflating with every step.
"Zheng Qingqing, a top-tier goddess and the new campus belle, sprained her ankle right in front of him! It was a god-given opportunity! And he wasn't willing to help her up just because of some rumored 'cleanliness fetish' or arrogance? What a fool!"
"He thinks he is too good for everyone. But his arrogance is my opportunity! One man's trash is another man's treasure!"
"If it weren't for that scoundrel Shen Anyu deceiving Sister Ruoshui earlier and making me look bad... honestly, I would have sworn brotherhood with him right now! He practically handed me the ball right in front of the goal post!"
"This assist was too good! It feels like fate is finally siding with the true Protagonist!"
"Later, when I successfully rise to become a powerful figure, reclaim my family, and stand at the apex of Modu... if I am in a good mood, I'll leave Shen Anyu a whole corpse as thanks. Maybe I'll even let him watch as I marry the girls he rejected."
Xu Ping'an's mind spiraled into a delicious fantasy. Xu Ruoshui was his inverse scale, his obsession. Shen Anyu daring to covet Xu Ruoshui meant he would absolutely not let Shen Anyu off easily. But for now, he could enjoy the spoils of war that Shen Anyu had foolishly discarded.
With a Heaven-Defying Golden Finger like the [Damage Reflection Aura], Xu Ping'an had no doubt about his own rise and reversal. He was full of blind, fanatical confidence.
Before, in the detention center and at the restaurant, it was just bad luck. The universe testing his resolve. A trial by fire for the chosen one.
Now? Now was the turnaround!
The immense good fortune of interacting with the goddess and campus belle Zheng Qingqing... entering the girls' dormitory which was a forbidden zone for males... entering her private sanctuary...
"Hehe... maybe I can even take advantage later..."
Xu Ping'an's imagination ran wild, drifting into forbidden territory.
He looked at the swaying hips of Zheng Qingqing.
"She invited me in. She asked me to close the door. Does this mean...?"
He thought that Zheng Qingqing letting him into the girls' dormitory surely meant her good impression of him had greatly increased. She was no longer as cold as she was in the gym. She must have seen his "inner beauty," his reliability, and his potential when he helped her up the stairs.
Maybe she saw through his poor clothes to the diamond within?
He thought mockingly that all of this was Shen Anyu's assist, and he would definitely "thank" Shen Anyu well in the future.
However, blinded by his own narcissism, Xu Ping'an didn't notice the subtle body language of the girl ahead.
He didn't see the flash of disgust on Zheng Qingqing's delicate face when she thought he wasn't looking. She was holding her breath, trying not to inhale the same air as him. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms to keep her composure.
If not to curry favor with Shen Anyu—the true King—and fulfill the agreement of a "Handshake" to verify her loyalty... how could she allow Xu Ping'an into her sacred space?
Xu Ping'an—a laughingstock of Modu University's upper class, a fake young master of the Shanghai Xu Family, a good-for-nothing loser with no fashion sense and grease in his hair?
It would dirty her floor mats. She would have to burn the chair he sat on later.
Even when Xu Ping'an helped her up the stairs, she had ensured his hands only touched the thick fabric of her jacket; she was unwilling to let his skin touch hers directly. She felt like she needed a chemical shower just from being in his proximity.
Even when she was the "Little Queen of Nightclubs," Zheng Qingqing (Zheng Lili) looked down on low-value men like Xu Ping'an. Let alone now that she had the [Male God Strategy System] and aspired to rule the world as an Empress?
"Shen Anyu... you must believe this 'certificate of allegiance' now. For you, I am sacrificing my environment. I am letting a rat into my room."
"I don't care about my reputation. Reputation can be rebuilt. But your favor... that is the only currency that matters."
"Hmph! Once this is done... once we shake hands and our skin touches, activating the [Love-at-First-Sight Aura]... you'll be mine! My lickspittle! My vassal! My loyal dog who barks when I say bark!"
"Shen Anyu, I will definitely conquer you! You are the ultimate prize, the SSR card in my collection!"
Zheng Qingqing thought, her dark eyes full of anticipation and ambition. The humiliation of letting Xu Ping'an in was just fuel for her fire.
She unlocked the door to her room.
"Shen Anyu, when I become Empress, I will make you my chief male companion. I'll keep you in a golden cage."
A deep, twisted smile spread across Zheng Qingqing's face, invisible to the boy behind her.
She turned around. The smile instantly transformed into a sweet, welcoming facade—a mask of perfection.
"Come in, Xu Ping'an. Sit wherever you like. Don't be shy. Treat it like your own home."
She gestured to the small, cozy room.
"Good, good! Thank you, Qingqing! You are too kind!"
Xu Ping'an was full of excitement, unable to suppress his wide grin.
He stepped inside.
[Location: Zheng Qingqing's Dorm Room]
The room hit him with a wave of sensory overload.
It was pink, soft, and overwhelmingly fragrant. It smelled of high-end floral perfume, fabric softener, and that indistinct, sweet scent of a girl.
There were plush toys on the bed, cosmetics scattered on the vanity, and delicate lace curtains fluttering in the breeze.
To a sexually repressed young man like Xu Ping'an, this was like walking into the Garden of Eden. Every object seemed charged with intimacy.
He sat on the only chair, legs pressed together nervously, looking around with greedy, curious eyes. He looked at the bed—the pillows still holding the imprint of her head. He looked at the clothes hanging on the rack.
Subsequently, Xu Ping'an and Zheng Qingqing, a pair with ulterior motives, chatted idly.
Zheng Qingqing poured him a glass of water (tap water, she wouldn't waste the bottled stuff on him).
She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs elegantly.
She asked him about his past, feigning interest, gathering ammo for her future ridicule.
He bragged about his future plans, his vague "connections," and his resilience, digging his own grave with every word.
Time passed.
Soon, noon arrived. The bell tower rang in the distance.
Ding... Dong...
Students who had finished class and lunch gradually returned to their dormitories for the midday break.
Chatter. Footsteps. Laughter. Doors slamming.
The noise from the corridor grew louder. The dormitory building was filling up.
Listening to the footsteps and voices in the corridor increasing, Xu Ping'an felt a little nervous. The bubble of fantasy pricked slightly.
Modu University's rules were very strict. Extremely strict.
If he were discovered in the girls' dormitory by the Dorm Auntie (a fierce woman with eyes like a hawk) or a teacher... it would be a big problem. A minor offense would result in public criticism and a demerit. A serious one—like being in a room with the door closed—could lead to direct expulsion for moral misconduct.
He had been so dazed by Zheng Qingqing earlier that he hadn't considered the consequences. But now, as the voices outside reminded him of reality, Xu Ping'an realized the danger and felt some lingering fear.
"It should be fine. Anyway, Zheng Qingqing won't say anything. She invited me. We are friends... maybe more."
"I'll just sneak out when everyone disperses for naps. It will be quiet then."
Xu Ping'an comforted himself, wiping sweat from his palms onto his jeans. This was a dormitory building for international students, so there were naturally fewer people patrolling. He would ask Zheng Qingqing to help him keep watch, and he should be able to sneak out without being discovered. It would be a thrilling adventure to share later.
At this moment...
Zheng Qingqing, sitting on the bed opposite him, two or three meters away... checked the time on her phone.
A cunning gleam flashed in her eyes. The corridor was busy. The audience was present. The stage was set.
Her plan had succeeded. The victim was fat and happy in the trap.
The time had come to close the jaws.
The sweet smile vanished from her face, replaced by a cold, predatory blankness.
Immediately, Zheng Qingqing stood up.
She walked towards Xu Ping'an.
Xu Ping'an's heart raced. His breath hitched.
'Is she... coming to me? Is she going to kiss me?'
Zheng Qingqing reached up with both hands.
She untied her hair ribbon, letting her long, wavy hair fall in a messy cascade over her shoulders and face, giving her a disheveled, distressed look.
Then, she grabbed the collar of her own blouse.
Rrrrip!
With a decisive tug, she tore off the top button. The sound of tearing fabric was loud in the quiet room. It exposed a hint of her collarbone and the strap of her camisole.
Xu Ping'an's face was full of confusion at first. His brain couldn't process the aggression.
Then, he showed an expression of surprised anticipation. His eyes widened, his throat went dry.
'Is... is Zheng Qingqing preparing to throw herself into my arms? Is she undressing for me?!'
'This... this is too fast! I wasn't ready yet! I didn't even brush my teeth! But... I accept! I am the protagonist after all!'
However, Zheng Qingqing didn't continue. She stopped. She only tore off one button. She wasn't willing to give Xu Ping'an even a shred of visual benefit or see anything more.
She took a deep breath, filling her lungs.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a second to summon the tears.
The next moment, a sharp, piercing female voice rang out in the dormitory like a siren.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
"NO! STOP!"
"Xu Ping'an! You... what are you doing?! Get away from me! Don't touch me!"
"Someone! Help! RAPE! HELP ME!"
The scream was blood-curdling. It echoed down the corridor, piercing through the thin walls, clearly audible on several floors above and below. It was the sound of pure terror.
Xu Ping'an was dumbfounded.
He sat frozen on the chair, his hands half-raised in a gesture of confusion, looking like he was reaching out.
Looking at Zheng Qingqing, who was now disheveled, tears streaming down her face (instantly!), screaming at the top of her lungs while backing away into the corner... he was completely bewildered.
What was happening?
What did he do? He was just sitting there drinking water! He hadn't even moved!
Why was Zheng Qingqing screaming for help???
Immediately after, Xu Ping'an reacted. It felt as if a bucket of liquid nitrogen had been poured over his head, chilling him from head to toe.
Chilled to the bone. The lust vanished, replaced by primal fear.
'Zheng Qingqing... she is framing me!'
'She lured me in... to destroy me!'
Xu Ping'an was both shocked and enraged. He never dreamed that a goddess and campus belle like Zheng Qingqing would risk damaging her own reputation—her purity, her name—to frame a nobody like him. Why?
They had no conflict of interest! He had just helped her! He was her knight!
Bang!
The dormitory door was kicked open heavily.
A group of girls rushed in—neighbors, friends, the Dorm Auntie with a baton, and several athletic girls from the sports team.
They saw the scene:
Zheng Qingqing, huddled in the corner, clothes torn, hair messy, crying hysterically, pointing a trembling finger.
And the male student Xu Ping'an, sitting in her room, face red, looking guilty as hell.
The verdict was instant. No trial needed.
The many girls were furious. Their eyes burned with righteous indignation.
"You beast!"
"Beat this creep to death! Pervert!"
"Call the police quickly! Notify the teacher! Arrest him!"
"Block the door! Don't let him run! He's a rapist!"
"..."
At once, mob justice ensued.
Many girls grabbed weapons—brooms, mops, heavy hardcover textbooks, sanitary pads, metal water bottles—and threw them at Xu Ping'an. Some blocked the door with their bodies.
Thud! Smack! Crash!
"Ouch! Stop! No!"
Xu Ping'an covered his face with his hands, cowering under the assault. He couldn't fight back. His [Damage Reflection Aura] would hurt them, yes, but it wouldn't stop the sheer volume of attacks, and it wouldn't stop the social death.
He looked utterly pathetic.
"Misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"
"Zheng Qingqing is framing me! She invited me in! I didn't touch her! Check the water glass!"
He shouted desperately, his voice hoarse.
However, how could anyone believe Xu Ping'an's explanation? He was a known "Fake Young Master" with a ruined reputation. He was trash.
Would a charming goddess and campus belle like Zheng Qingqing risk damaging her reputation to frame him? It was impossible! It defied all logic!
...
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xu Ping'an's mentality exploded! Plundering +9999 destiny value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xu Ping'an was framed and socially ruined! Plundering +66,666 destiny value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xu Ping'an's fate underwent a major turning point (Total Social Death / Expulsion)! Plundering +300,000 destiny value!]
[Location: Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom]
"Zheng Qingqing... she did well. Ruthless. Decisive."
Shen Anyu watched this scene through the holographic projection of the [Nanometer Monitoring Robot] in his car. He saw the chaos, the tears, the flying objects.
His mouth curved upwards, his expression joyful.
Without him even lifting a finger, Zheng Qingqing's move—sacrificing her image to destroy Xu Ping'an—directly plunged the protagonist into social ruin.
It was simply a huge profit! Minimal effort, maximum yield.
"She is a sharp knife. But..."
Shen Anyu tapped his finger on the armrest, his eyes turning cold and indifferent.
"Too bad... Zheng Qingqing still has to die."
"She is too ambitious. She is a System User. And she tried to hunt me."
"Once she shakes my hand... once she thinks she has won... I will give her a reward."
"The reward of eternal silence."
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