Xue Shaohua sent all the captured content to Ye Liangchen via his phone.
Sometimes, it wasn’t that Xue Shaohua didn’t trust Ye Liangchen, but rather that Ye Liangchen’s flair was simply too over-the-top.
Most crucially, it was his confidence—the kind that left Xue Shaohua at a loss for words.
It was as if every crisis was already firmly within his grasp.
This indescribable aura of self-assurance was precisely why Xue Shaohua was willing to go along with him.
On the other side.
Ye Liangchen stood on the lecture platform, smirked, then suddenly closed his eyes and spread his arms wide toward the sky. With a confident flick of his hair, he slowly brought his arms back in, embracing himself.
Only after completing this dramatic gesture did he leisurely open his eyes, sweeping his gaze over the female students in the front rows.
Wherever his eyes landed, the girls bit their lips, suppressing smiles as they lowered their heads.
No matter which school you went to, there were always a few exceptionally pretty girls in every department.Right now, Ye Liangchen was using his extraordinary charm to flirt with them.
Not that he had any particular motive. As a reincarnated soul with the mind of a 28-year-old, he occasionally felt a pang of loneliness.
Besides, he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
He was merely showcasing his charm now and then. If these girls couldn’t resist and threw themselves at him, well, that wasn’t his fault. After all, it wasn’t like he could forbid them from admiring him just because he was too irresistible, right?
His deep, meaningful gaze settled on the most beautiful girl in the classroom. The corner of his lips curled up as he flicked his hair again, maintaining his smile while propping his chin on one hand, staring unblinkingly at her.
Few girls could withstand such an adoring look.
Just then.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Ye Liangchen stretched lazily before pulling it out.
The moment he saw the sender was Xue Shaohua, his confident grin widened.
This had to be the opportunity he’d been waiting for.
Sure enough, the attached screenshots showed unmistakable handwriting—Hu Yuying’s.
[Traffic types...]
[Ad traffic...]
[Traffic monetization should be proactive and direct...]
[Traditional commerce...]
[Interest-based communities: Can attract like-minded users through self-management...]
"Tsk... Why is this getting harder to understand?"
Ye Liangchen frowned deeply at the screenshots. "Seems I’ll have to wait until Hu Yuying consolidates all her ideas to figure out her plan. What I need to do is register the concept before she does."
Suddenly, his ears perked up.
He could swear he heard a group of girls whispering about him.
With another smirk, he mused, "Must be because I’m so engrossed in my work. After all, a man looks his most handsome when he’s focused!"
So he flicked his hair again, slipped one hand into his pocket, and effortlessly typed out a reply to Xue Shaohua with the other.
"Good job. At this rate, my plan will succeed soon. Let’s meet up sometime."
After sending it, he kept tapping his phone, maintaining the illusion of being incredibly busy.
In reality, he was just scrolling through his QQ chats.
Then his eyes landed on one particular username and profile picture.
Zhang Mengmeng lowered her eyes without a word.
She had moved out of the dorm yesterday, but she couldn’t skip the mandatory lectures.
She had assumed Shen Mengjie would release yesterday’s recording, so she’d been on edge all day.
But since Shen Mengjie still hadn’t done anything, her emotions were a tangled mess.
In a way, she didn’t think she’d done anything wrong.
Even Huang Fei had told her she wasn’t at fault—otherwise, he and the other 36 people would never have known they were just fish in Shen Mengjie’s pond...
But now she had lost all her friends... Her heart felt hollow, aching...
Lost in thought, Shen Mengjie felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
She pulled it out and frowned slightly at the message.
Meanwhile.
With one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, Ye Liangchen’s smile froze when he read Shen Mengjie’s reply.
Mengjie: "Who is this?"
The words "Who is this" hit him like a punch. He gripped his phone tightly to keep it from falling.
"Mengjie, it’s me! Don’t you remember? I’m Ye Liangchen, the one you admire so much. We talked so much that day—I even promised to protect you!"
Reading his message, Shen Mengjie suddenly recalled that average-looking yet absurdly confident guy who kept smirking and flicking his hair.
She especially remembered the venom in his voice when he badmouthed Long Aotian.
"Oh, it’s you. Have you figured out how to deal with Long Aotian yet?"
Seeing her response, Ye Liangchen exhaled in relief. "Almost thought you forgot about me. As if that’s possible—I’m the one who made you blush, after all."
"Must be because I haven’t messaged her lately. She’s just giving me the cold shoulder."
With that in mind, he quickly replied, "Are you free this weekend? Remember how I said I’d protect you?"
"Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, no one—not even Long Aotian—can lay a finger on you."
After sending it, Ye Liangchen grinned. This weekend, with just a little more charm, he might finally get to relax his hands...