Chapter 97: A Fierce Incident

The arrival of Lan Yegé, the class monitor, was not part of Chu Luoxi’s original plan, but it caused her no trouble—in fact, it brought considerable advantage. She simply brought him along and, before unlocking the dormitory door, managed to gather several female classmates as an audience.

Chu Luoxi moved at a measured pace, appearing casual, but every step was calculated. Noticing how Lan Yegé’s presence had drawn out quite a few students from neighboring rooms, she finally aimed the key at the lock.

After two years together, the classmates were already well acquainted. Although Lan Yegé was alone, he was no novice in handling this group of beauties, dealing with them skillfully and without a hint of awkwardness or hesitation. However, when the topic of childhood sweethearts came up, his face began to flush with embarrassment.

At that moment, a sharp “click” rang out, drawing the attention of the gossip-hungry crowd. Heads swiveled as Chu Luoxi opened the dormitory door, standing frozen like a statue in the doorway. Amused and curious, someone couldn't help but ask, “Luoxi, what’s wrong? It’s rare to see you so unsettled!”

The girl who spoke approached as she talked, and when she reached Chu Luoxi and took a closer look, she instantly gasped. Her fair hand flew to her mouth, eyes wide in utter shock and disbelief.

Such a reaction naturally drew even more attention. In a flash, nobody cared about Lan Yegé anymore. They rushed over, craning their necks, and soon enough, the doorway to Chu Luoxi’s dormitory was crowded with a row of statues—jaws dropped, faces blank with astonishment, as if they’d been turned to stone.

It wasn’t that they weren’t surprised; rather, they were so stunned that not a single one of them managed to scream. Whatever exclamations had reached their throats were all swallowed back down.

Damn it, Chu Luoxi cursed inwardly. “Disarrayed by the wind” couldn’t begin to describe her state—she felt as if a tornado had swept through, tearing her soul to shreds.

With the intelligence provided by Ye Xin, she’d known a man would visit Wang Yanan that morning for further “discussion.” The investigation had suggested a certain “irresistible” chemistry between them, and there was a high probability they’d engage in something rather intimate. Chu Luoxi had planned to seize the opportunity, ensuring more witnesses to make her subsequent explanations easier.

Modern girls weren’t as tragic as women in ancient times, but reputation still mattered. If Chu Luoxi later offered to treat everyone and clarify the situation, unless someone was determined to nitpick, most would choose to believe her over Wang Yanan. In fact, the more radical might even accuse Wang Yanan of making fools of them, thus shifting blame onto her.

She had anticipated the process, but not this outcome. Was this supposed to be some ambiguous affair? How had Wang Yanan’s relationship with that man escalated to this extent? The scene was shockingly intense!

Hell, this was a full-blown live S&M session, wasn’t it? There were still-burning candles on the floor, a curled-up leather whip, and a general chaos of mysterious objects scattered everywhere. It was wild, overwhelming, and downright terrifying.

Most astonishing of all, the array of inexplicable equipment seemed complete, but the key point was that Wang Yanan was tightly bound, pinned by—well, an animal—on a computer desk as he thrust rapidly. Just this scene alone was more stimulating than any adult film.

Perhaps the dormitory’s lack of soundproofing meant that, even with the door closed, everything inside was perfectly audible. Thus, when Chu Luoxi opened the door, the two inside, lost in their passion, didn’t even notice. Maybe the man was at a critical moment, and with his back to the door, neither paid attention to the new audience, allowing everyone a clear view of the spectacle.

Though she’d prepared and calculated, Chu Luoxi was still unprepared for this. She hadn’t even had time to cry out and draw attention before she herself was struck dumb with shock. Fortunately, the dorm’s tiled floor amplified the sound as her keys dropped, attracting more onlookers.

No one could pretend the equipment on the floor was mere decoration. Though the man’s body blocked some of the view, what was visible was enough: Wang Yanan’s skin was covered with marks and, well, love bites. No one was fool enough to miss what had happened.

Chu Luoxi never imagined Wang Yanan had such proclivities. It was like an earthquake of the highest magnitude; everyone was dizzy with disbelief.

The commotion naturally drew in passersby, whose curiosity compelled them to glance in—and soon, they too joined the ranks of the stunned, staring open-mouthed at the chaos inside.

They’d all seen wild things before, but never anything so shocking. How crazy could the world get?

No one knew how much time passed before the man seemed to reach his climax, and Wang Yanan slowly regained consciousness, her face still flushed with intoxication. But in the next instant, her blush turned pale as she peered over the man’s shoulder and saw the mass of statues at the door, and then—

Well, the most intense moment was over, so there was nothing more to see. A piercing scream rang out, followed by an uproar. This event would undoubtedly become the biggest news of the year at the Imperial Cinema Academy.

Chu Luoxi, finally recovering, sighed softly. Truly, those who bring disaster upon themselves can’t escape the consequences. Doing such a thing in the dormitory? Seriously? Did the man not even have the money for a hotel room? That was some nerve.

She’d heard plenty of rumors in her previous life, but never witnessed such a scene firsthand. At least most people had the sense to choose a more secluded place. But these two—honestly—left her speechless.

With so many witnesses, including numerous students from other classes, there was no way to cover this up. The funniest part was, when Wang Yanan accused the man of rape, he immediately insisted she had seduced him, making a farce that had everyone in stitches.

Of course, things couldn’t end simply. The homeroom teacher, the department director, and other leaders all arrived, taking the two bickering culprits away at last. The crowd, still reluctant to disperse, finally began to trickle off.

Luckily, with so many spectators, and Wang Yanan focused solely on attacking the man afterward, Chu Luoxi didn’t have to worry that the blame would be shifted to her. After all, a cornered dog can lash out unpredictably.

“I wonder how the school will handle this,” a classmate, Yu Shan, shuddered. “Luoxi, are you three still going to live in that dorm? If it were me, I couldn’t handle it—just the thought makes me sick.”

Hearing this, Chu Luoxi frowned as well. Honestly, Wang Yanan always managed to deliver such “surprises”—she hadn’t even thought that far ahead!