Who is this freshman who gets to act alongside a movie star as the male lead right after

2:30 p.m.

Office 402, Counselor's Office, 4th Floor, Media Training Building, Kede College.

The autumn sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting bright patches of light on the ground.

The office is kept at a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius by air conditioning.

Zhou Muzhi was dressed exceptionally simply and elegantly today.

A light gray knitted bodycon knee-length skirt accentuated her voluptuous and slender figure.

Long, black hair was casually pinned up at the back of the head with a hair clip, with a few stray strands hanging down beside the slender neck.

The pink and white insulated ice pack was still on the corner of the table, but the zipper was zipped up tightly.

Zhou Muzhi was holding a red pen in her hand, preparing her lesson.

Two knocks suddenly came from outside the door.

Boom, boom.

"Enter."

Zhou Muzhi didn't even look up, and gave a curt reply.

Click.

The door was pushed open.

Wang Ye swaggered in, carrying a coconut latte with no ice and half sugar in one hand.

He casually locked the door from the inside.

The click of the lock was particularly clear in the quiet office.

Zhou Muzhi's red pen suddenly stopped, and the red ink splattered onto the white paper.

She looked up and saw Wang Ye's handsome face with a wicked smile, and sat up straight as if she had been electrocuted.

My breathing instantly became erratic.

"Wang Ye?!"

Zhou Muzhi subconsciously pulled her collar up, her beautiful eyes filled with vigilance.

"Why...why did you lock the door in broad daylight?!"

"This is the school office, don't do anything rash!"

Wang Ye pulled out the swivel chair opposite his desk, sat down, and stretched out his long legs.

He pushed the coconut latte in his hand toward Zhou Muzhi.

"Teacher Zhou, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear."

"I kindly brought you a cup of coffee, but the look on your face makes me feel like I'm here to rob you."

Zhou Muzhi looked at the coffee that had been pushed in front of her, and her ears turned slightly red.

The absurd scenes from that night in the underground studio of Shunyi Manor surged wildly in my mind like weeds growing rampant.

These past few days, whenever I close my eyes, that burning memory just won't go away.

Zhou Muzhi bit her lower lip, forcibly adopting the authoritative demeanor of a counselor.

Don't try to get close to me.

"What do you want? If you dare skip your major class next week, I can't protect you from Professor Yan Keji."

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair, took out a neatly folded A4 sheet of paper from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

"Teacher Zhou is incredibly insightful."

"I came here today to ask you for leave."

Zhou Muzhi took the paper, unfolded it, and glanced at the leave duration on it.

He took a deep breath and his eyes widened.

"Two months?!"

"Wang Ye, are you crazy?!"

Zhou Muzhi slammed the sick leave slip on the table, her chest heaving violently.

"You asked for leave after only two weeks of military training, and now that classes have only been officially started for a week, you're asking for a two-month leave?!"

"Do you think school rules and regulations are just for show?!"

"Students who are absent for more than one-third of the total class hours will be disqualified from the final exam and will be expelled!"

"No, absolutely not! I will never sign this!"

Zhou Muzhi turned her head to look out the window, her tone resolute, completely in a businesslike manner.

Wang Ye sat motionless in the chair.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

That handsome face, flawless from every angle, suddenly drew closer, less than twenty centimeters from Zhou Muzhi.

Zhou Muzhi could clearly feel the warm breath coming towards her.

My heart started racing uncontrollably.

Wang Ye lowered his voice, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Teacher Zhou, don't be so quick to refuse."

"I'm not taking leave to sleep in my dorm this time; it's for serious professional artistic practice."

"I've taken on a TV series role as the male lead and assistant director. I'll be going to Jiangmen, Guangdong next week for closed filming."

Zhou Muzhi was stunned for a moment.

"Acting in a TV series? As the male lead?"

She sized up Wang Ye, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"Wang Ye, if you're going to make up an excuse, can't you at least come up with something plausible?"

"You've only been a freshman in college, haven't even had three full acting classes, and you expect to land a lead role?"

"Which production company's investors are blind to dare to cast a complete newcomer in the lead role?"

Wang Ye remained expressionless and simply took out his phone.

He swiped open the screen and handed over the electronic version of the "Raging Storm" project's main creative personnel list that Shang Hongdie had just stamped and sent him.

It was written clearly in black and white on the paper.

[Produced by: Future Era Film & Media Group, iQiyi.]

[Director: Xu Jizhou]

[Leading Cast: Wang Ye (as Gao Qiqiang), Zhang Ze (as An Xin)]

Zhou Muzhi glanced down at it.

When she saw the core words "Xu Jizhou" and "iQiyi S+", she froze on the spot, her red lips slightly parted, unable to close for a long time.

Xu Jizhou's name is known to everyone in the School of Media and Communication.

How could a national-level director of that caliber possibly indulge in the nonsense of a freshman?!

Even more outrageous is that Zhang Ze, an award-winning actor, is listed alongside Wang Ye as one of the two male leads!

Zhou Muzhi felt that her worldview had been severely impacted.

"This...this is real?!"

Wang Ye slowly put his phone away.

"Teacher Zhou, would I need to lie to you about something like this?"

"As the full-time tutor of our directing class, my students were able to take on leading roles in national S-level dramas right after entering the school."

"If word gets out, wouldn't the college leadership award you a top-tier educational prize at the year-end summary meeting?"

Zhou Muzhi's throat moved.

indeed.

Art colleges value students' practical experience outside of school the most.

If an ordinary student gets a minor role in a regular film crew during their junior year, the college will make a big fuss and issue a press release.

Wang Ye's decision to take the lead role in a major drama as a freshman is a unique miracle in the history of the entire university.

If the college leaders found out, they wouldn't just approve my leave; they'd probably hand over my guaranteed postgraduate admission spot without hesitation.

But Zhou Muzhi was holding back a lot of anger.

This man is too domineering.

Whether in the studio or in the office, I was always the one who was completely under his control.

Zhou Muzhi pursed her red lips, deliberately keeping a straight face.

"Even if it's true, so what?"

"The approval process for off-campus practical training in the college is extremely complicated. In addition to the counselor's signature, it also requires the department head and the dean in charge to stamp it at each level."

"And...you'll be gone for two months, what will happen to the class's sports and arts representative?"

Wang Ye laughed, a laugh that was both unrestrained and dangerous.

He stood up and strode around the large desk.

Zhou Muzhi was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she grabbed the armrests of the swivel chair and tried to slide backward.

However, Wang Ye's large hand had already pressed on the back of the swivel chair, and he pulled it forward forcefully.

Zhou Muzhi, chair and all, was pulled directly in front of Wang Ye.

Wang Ye leaned down, bracing himself on the edge of the table with one hand, trapping her in a small space.

They were so close that they could see the slight trembling of Zhou Muzhi's eyelashes and the alluring lines accentuated by the tight cheongsam.

"Teacher Zhou, you can ask the class monitor to take on the role of the sports and arts committee member."

Wang Ye extended his index finger and gently lifted Zhou Muzhi's delicate chin.

Zhou Muzhi was forced to tilt her head back, her fair neck forming a beautiful arc, her throat dry and tight.

"Wang Ye...don't do this...this is the office..."

Her voice trembled violently, filled with pleading.

Wang Ye chuckled softly.

"Teacher Zhou, will you approve the leave request?"

"If you don't approve, I'm not leaving today."

Wang Ye's gaze slowly swept over the pink insulated ice pack on the corner of the table, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a smile.

It's 2:40 PM now.

"Judging by the time, isn't it... time for Teacher Zhou to clear out her inventory again?"

Zhou Muzhi shuddered violently, and her mind went blank.

Omg.

How does this bastard remember even the exact time?!

Under Wang Ye's burning gaze, Zhou Muzhi felt a slight swelling, and that familiar feeling of tension actually began to spread.

She instantly slumped into the swivel chair.

I barely have the strength to even lift my hand.

"Wang Ye...you little bastard...you're shameless..."

Zhou Muzhi's eyes reddened, and she bit her lower lip.

Wang Ye pulled a black ballpoint pen from the pen holder and placed it in her slightly cool hand.

Then he took her soft little hand and pulled it to the top of the leave slip.

"I call this legitimate rights protection."

"Sweetie, sign the papers."

Wang Ye whispered in her ear, his warm breath caressing her earlobe.

"Sign the papers and let me go."

"When I get back from filming in Guangdong, I'll bring you some local specialties, and while I'm at it... I'll also go to your apartment and give you a full-body massage myself."

Zhou Muzhi felt her ears burning as if branded with a hot iron as he held her hand.

The last line of defense in my heart completely collapsed.

With trembling fingers, she signed her name in the approval section of the leave slip.

"The situation is true. I approve your two-month leave of absence. — Zhou Muzhi"

The final stroke was made.

Wang Ye swiftly snatched the leave slip, blew on the still-wet ink, and stuffed it into his inner pocket.

"Thanks, Teacher Zhou."

"This coffee is for you. Take care and get some rest, don't overwork yourself."

After saying that, Wang Ye turned around gracefully, opened the office door, and strode out.

Click.

The door closed.

Zhou Muzhi collapsed onto the desk, completely exhausted, clutching the coconut latte in her hands.

My cheeks were burning hot, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

"You little bastard..."

Zhou Muzhi gritted her teeth and cursed, but a sweet smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, a smile she herself didn't even realize.

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