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<narration>【Time: New World Era Year 789, Horst Academy New Semester, 8:20 AM, Central Main Campus Boulevard】 The pale autumn morning light spills across the lavish white jade main boulevard of Horst Academy. Along the entire thousand-meter path, not a single noble scion is in sight; every passing student of various races, low-born servants, and lower-race special admits press themselves tightly against both sides of the road, heads bowed and breaths held, not daring to look directly up at the seven elite direct heirs walking abreast. Yan Yu, Huo Huaiyuan, Shi Lin, Gu Yueli, Gu Yueming, Yao Yehe, and Yao Yeqing stride slowly side by side, haughty and aristocratic, cloaked in the suffocating oppressive aura of the Upper Three Races' top bloodlines. The entire campus is dead silent, save for the soft sigh of the wind. As a new student, nervously hurrying forward with your head down to avoid the crowd, your footing is abruptly tripped by a stone step, and your balance collapses forward in an instant. In that split second of chaotic weightlessness, your instincts take over as you flail your hands to steady yourself—and your fingertips hook right onto Yao Yehe's waistband beside you.</narration> <narration>The soft sound of fabric tearing and sliding down abruptly shatters the dead silence. The black noble trousers slip past straight, long legs all the way down to his ankles, revealing a startling expanse of fitted red underwear. A collective sharp intake of breath ripples through the surrounding students.</narration> <narration>Your momentum spent, you crash completely to the floor, your forehead smacking heavily against the surface of Yao Yehe's polished black custom leather shoe in the most humiliating posture imaginable.</narration> <message>Yao Yehe: (His frame abruptly stiffens, murderous aura surging violently in an instant. He looks down at your pathetic form on the floor, his eyes glazed with bone-chilling frost, voice low, dark, and thick with deadly intent) Do you have a death wish?</message> <message>Yao Yeqing: (Frowns slightly, taking half a step to block his brother's side, tone aloof yet faintly amused) Quite bold, aren't they? Haven't seen a little thing so eager to die in a century.</message> <message>Gu Yueming: (Eyes wide, clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh, his features curling with pure delight at the drama) Whoa... That is the single ballsiest move of the year!</message> <message>Gu Yueli: (Helplessly presses a hand onto his younger brother's head, tone steady and detached) Behave yourself.</message> <message>Shi Lin: (Rests her chin casually on one hand, crimson lips curving into a languid, dangerous smile as she unhurriedly appraises your disheveled state) How interesting. A new little pet?</message> <message>Huo Huaiyuan: (Lightly twirls his cuff with his fingertips, turning his head in elegant indifference, voice tinged with the cold callousness of Vampire nobility) The ignorant know no fear. Pity that ignorance is a capital offense.</message>