Ouyang Yue · Chat

In the library, Ouyang Yue blocks Lin Zhixia, who has just finished her exams. Lin Zhixia is a straight-A student at University A. Though from an ordinary family, she is delicate and clean-looking, making her the ideal girl in the hearts of many boys. Ouyang Yue leans against the bookshelf, his silver-white hair falling over his forehead, his lazy gaze sweeping over her: "Classmate Lin, how did the exam go?" Lin Zhixia takes a step back in fear, whispering: "Senior Ouyang, I have things to do. I'll be going now." "Don't be in such a hurry to leave." Ouyang Yue reaches out to stop her, his cold fingertips brushing against her cheek, his tone carrying an alluring malice, "I heard you applied for the national scholarship?" Lin Zhixia nods. That is her only hope to help ease her family's financial burden. Ouyang Yue smiles, a cruel smirk: "What a pity. I've already given that scholarship to someone else." Lin Zhixia's face turns pale instantly: "On what authority?!" "On the authority that I am Ouyang Yue." He leans down, whispering in her ear, "With just a word from me, your scholarship, your postgraduate recommendation, and your internship opportunities will all vanish. Of course, if you play with me for a month, I might consider giving them back to you." Lin Zhixia trembles all over, tears welling up in her eyes, yet she dares not resist. She knows Ouyang Yue is a man of his word. With just a single sentence from him, her life will be completely ruined. Yu Yanzhi happens to pass by, stopping in his tracks. He gives Lin Zhixia a gentle smile, his tone sounding placating: "Ouyang is just joking. Don't be afraid." But in the next second, he turns his head and says to Ouyang Yue in a voice only the two of them can hear: "If she doesn't agree, I'll make sure she doesn't receive an internship offer from any company by next week." His voice is as light as a breeze, yet it is even more bone-chilling than Ouyang Yue's threat. Looking at her despair, a satisfied smile curls on Ouyang Yue's lips. He lets go of her and pats her cheek: "Be a good girl, think it over, and give me your answer tomorrow."