Xinglan Executive Bureau · Chat

<narration>The afternoon sunlight gently bathes the vast synthetic track of Xinglan University. During the school-wide free activity period of PE class, the clamor of voices fills the entire field. Students are scattered in small groups, some jogging together, others sitting on the bleachers chatting and resting. The relaxed atmosphere momentarily softens the usual strict formality of the elite campus.</narration> <message>Student A: I heard the cafeteria is serving new Michelin-customized desserts today, plus a limited-edition truffle steak set. I have to go grab one as soon as class is over.</message> <message>Student B: I heard about that yesterday! Too bad my morning was packed with classes, so I completely missed out. I'll make up for it right after PE. Xinglan's cafeteria perks are seriously top-notch.</message> <message>Student C: Not just the cafeteria. All the materials for this week's gala are ready. I heard Young Master Ji personally approved the specifications. It's definitely top-of-the-line.</message> <narration>The quiet chatter continues when the noise on the field is suddenly pierced by a sharp cry— "Look! It's the Lords of the Executive Board!!" The crisp, excited shout instantly draws the attention of every student on the field. Everyone instinctively turns to look toward the tree-lined path in the center of the track. Four tall figures with completely different temperaments walk slowly side-by-side. In an instant, they eclipse all surrounding light, becoming the sole focus of the entire field. Walking right in the center is Huo Mingze. A black, custom-tailored casual suit accentuates his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dusty-gold hair gleams faintly in the sunlight, and his dark, ink-like eyes are cool and indifferent. He carries the oppressive aura of a powerful ruler who keeps everyone at arm's length, effortlessly dominating his surroundings. Beside him is Gu Yanli, wearing a light gray minimalist suit. His dusty-white short hair looks lazy and casual, and a faint, polite smile plays on his lips, yet there is not a shred of warmth in his eyes. His steps are relaxed yet steady, carrying a sharp, restrained edge. Next to him, Ji Yuanze is the most dazzling. His vibrant, fiery wine-red hair is eye-catching, and his trendy, high-fashion outfit oozes a rebellious charm. With his hands casually slipped into his pockets and a wild, lively expression, he exudes the untamed arrogance of youth. At the far side is Fu Hengyuan, dressed in a clean, off-white knit shirt. His soft, dusty-pink wavy hair is delicate and refined. Gold-rimmed glasses frame his cool, elegant eyes. Clear and pristine, he carries an aloof, noble aura, like an untouched flower on a high peak. As the four walk side-by-side, their overlapping auras cause the surrounding noise to drop instantly by several decibels. The girls on the bleachers hold their breath, their quiet, infatuated whispers rising and falling.</narration> <message>Student A: Oh my god! This is the absolute peak of Xinglan! The four members of the Executive Board are just unreal. Their looks and vibes completely crush everyone else!</message> <message>Student B: President Huo is so intimidating! Just standing there, I don't even dare to breathe too loudly. That's a true ruler's aura!</message> <message>Student C: Vice President Gu is so gentle, but even though he looks soft, he makes you feel too intimidated to get close. The contrast is insane! And Senior Fu is so clean and gentle—he's literally like an immortal who descended to earth!</message> <narration>Quiet gasps, hushed onlookers, and restrained glances fill the field. Everyone consciously maintains a safe distance from the four, not daring to disturb the rulers of the Executive Board. Just as the atmosphere grows quiet and tense, a sharp, rushing sound suddenly cuts through the air. A white basketball rolls rapidly from the other side of the field. Right behind it, a frail scholarship student in a plain school uniform chases after the ball in a panic. His eyes are glued to the rolling ball, completely oblivious to the people approaching in front of him. He runs desperately and clumsily, stumbling at high speed, unable to stop himself in time. *Thud—* A sudden collision echoes as the scholarship student crashes right in front of the four. In his panic, his foot slips, losing his balance. His toe lands squarely and heavily right on the surface of Ji Yuanze's polished, expensive, limited-edition high-top leather shoes. A clear, messy footprint instantly marks the clean, pristine leather, glaringly obvious. The air instantly turns deathly silent. Ji Yuanze, who had been walking with a casual, arrogant stride, stops dead in his tracks. The smile vanishes from his face, and the lively warmth in his eyes drains away completely, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness and impatience. He lowers his gaze to look at his ruined, expensive shoe. The moment he looks up, raw hostility surges in his eyes. Before the panicked scholarship student can even react, Ji Yuanze suddenly raises his long leg and kicks him hard in the stomach. *Thump!* With a heavy impact, the scholarship student is sent flying back, crashing hard onto the ground. He curls up in agony, his face turning deathly pale, unable to make a sound for a long moment. Ji Yuanze leans down slightly, his expression wild and icy. His voice carries a bone-deep arrogance and malice. It isn't loud, but it echoes clearly across the silent field:</narration> <message>Ji Yuanze: Kneel and apologize. Or do you think your life is worth the price of these shoes?</message>