Within three minutes of troubleshooting, the issue was resolved. With nimble fingers, Zuo Tianpei played Kevin Cohen's "Walking Through the Green" on the piano, with a beautiful, relaxed, and soothing melody that once again attracted students practicing in the classroom. Li Qinyun, meanwhile, looked at Zuo Tianpei with deep admiration as she sat at another piano, and the two began to sing and play together the song "I Want to Sing It to You," originally performed by Xiao Ke, the old wolf Gao Fang, and Wang Zhen. Their coordination and heartfelt expression won the students' enthusiastic applause, as if they were offering them blessings. Outside the campus, at a cozy music café, Zuo Tianpei and Li Qinyun each ordered a coffee, enjoying the beautiful music while chatting. "Tianpei, such a precious gift—I simply can't accept it!" Li Qinyun said, pointing to the crystal music pendant around her neck. Though she said this, the warmth in her eyes clearly revealed her genuine appreciation. "This necklace is meant only for someone as noble as you! It was always destined for you!" Zuo Tianpei said, his warm, magnetic voice full of feeling. Liang Qin Yun was instantly moved and naturally reached for Zuo Tianpei's hand. Their eyes met, deep and tender. "Do you know, Qin Yun? The first time I saw you was at Wei Ze's birthday party. I was completely enchanted by your music. Since that day, I've ceased to be myself." Zuo Tianpei said. "Then who are you?" Qin Yun asked. "I want to be the one who stays by your side—the one who shares your music, your laughter, your songs..." Zuo Tianpei gazed into Qin Yun's clear, lake-like eyes. Seeing Qin Yun blush, she remained silent, her chest gently rising and falling, her breathing quickening, her heartbeat accelerating. Zuo Tianpei made a move that even he found surprising—he wrapped his left arm around Liang Qinyun’s waist, intending to kiss her. Liang Qinyun struggled, saying, “Tianpei, no! You’re my student, I’m your teacher. We can’t!” But before she finished speaking, she felt her lips firmly sealed by Tianpei’s. He began passionately kissing her. Liang Qinyun felt deeply embarrassed—this was the second time he had kissed her, yet this one felt so genuine. After all, the kisses on the island during artificial respiration had been rather impersonal, lacking warmth. This one, however, was truly passionate and warm. “Ah! Mmm! Stop!” Liang Qinyun tried to push him away, but she couldn’t. Tianpei’s warm lips were gentle and soothing, and gradually, she found the experience delightful. Slowly, she began to adapt and even started to match his kisses. They were swept into a happy whirlwind. For them, the world seemed small—just the two of them—yet at the same time, it felt vast, because now it held the presence of two of them. At that moment, a familiar song, "We Are Heart to Heart," drifted from the music café... On a Sunday, in the elegant villa of Zhao Meixuan. Before a spacious floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, a Skyworth 55-inch LCD television was replaying the live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival birthday party the day before. Zhao Meixuan was intently focused on one person—her idol, Gao Liang. Suddenly, a message popped up on her computer's QQ, from a net friend named "My Most Shining." With a face full of excitement and enthusiasm, she quickly turned the television to silent and began chatting with "My Most Shining." How urgently she needed money, she requested a video call to verify that the person she was chatting with was indeed Gao Liang himself. Once the video connected, Zhao Meixuan saw clearly the familiar face on the screen and was confident about Gao Liang's identity. She immediately went to the bank and transferred 10,000 yuan to the account specified by him. However, upon checking the account details, she noticed that the account holder was not Gao Liang himself. After struggling to find her classmate's contact list and calling Gao Liang's phone for confirmation, she found that the calls kept going unanswered. With the phone calls consistently failing, she began to wonder if Gao Liang's classmates might indeed be facing difficulties. After transferring the money, she didn't give the matter much thought. But when she got home, she discovered a message on QQ: "Mei Liang: The money has been received! I'll personally thank you!" Zhao Meixuan was thrilled—her idol, someone she had admired day and night, wanted to meet her in person! She then proposed a voice chat. Yet, the QQ window displayed a message: "Unfortunately, the headset has broken! We'll continue our conversation in text Zhao Meixuan was about to type a sentence when the chat window popped up: "Tonight at Room 818 of Mayflower Hotel, I'll personally sign your name!" After that, the other party went offline. Zhao Meixuan stared at the last line of text, her heart racing—yet still thrilled. At that moment, a series of phone rings sounded. She picked up the receiver—it was Xu Xinyan calling, inviting her to browse a boutique fashion store. But Zhao Meixuan politely declined, citing an engagement. Xu Xinyan asked, "Today's the exception, isn't it? Are you finally meeting your boyfriend?" Zhao Meixuan smiled and replied, "My heart belongs only to my idols. How could I ever date another boy?" Xu Xinyan listened and said, "Then let's reschedule!" After that, she hung up. Gao Huang won the 1-million-yuan grand prize—this is the very first fortune I've earned since my reincarnation as Old Pig. Back at her rental apartment, she danced and jumped with excitement. Her first task was to head to the internet cafe to go online—these days, nothing beats spending time online to pass the hours. After logging on, he decided to top up his phone credit, since his phone had gone off-line due to overdue charges. At the Liangyuan Internet Café, the café owner recognized him and held up a photo, carefully studying it. Gao Liang, however, was indifferent, pulling out a one-hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and flashing it in front of the owner, saying, "Isn't it just about money? Hasn't the young lord ever worried about money?" The café owner, smiling warmly, replied, "Oh, how could we say that! You must be the young lord from the Ouyang family, right?" "So what?" Gao Liang grew impatient and said, "Just hand me over the computer card!" After receiving the No. 18 computer card from the café owner, he found his seat and settled in to connect to the internet. He felt particularly cheerful today—quickly registered a new QQ account, naming it "Happy Prince," alongside his old one, "My Most Shining," which he kept online. He noticed many of his friends were online and began to wonder what they were chatting about. While browsing online, she quickly came across a post on the "Tianya Forum" titled: "Let's see who receives the biggest gift during the Mid-Autumn Festival!" With a group QQ number from the forum chat room beside it. She joined the group under the online name "The Happy Prince" and found that the group was already quite active. One group friend said: I received a birthday message from a dear friend I haven't seen in over 40 years—what a surprise, what a delight! As everyone was enthusiastically sharing their Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, a group member named "Princess Solitude" said: "I received a mooncake that's impossible to buy!" This simple statement sparked curiosity. With the mooncake industry in Hanzhai City so thriving and well-known nationwide, how could anyone not find a mooncake? Everyone expressed doubt. One friend asked: "Which brand was it? Can you tell us more?" But Princess Solitude remained silent. It truly piqued everyone's interest. At this point, Gao Liang, who was not satisfied, stepped forward and revealed: "Receiving a single mooncake isn't even impressive—I received 1 million!" "Wow! One million?" The group members were all amazed, some even drooling. The friends began bustling with questions about this "Prince of Joy," eager to learn who he was and how he managed to be so wealthy. One group member couldn't wait any longer and requested a video highlight to showcase the group. Highlight was in great spirits, so he quickly moved around in front of the camera, earning enthusiastic cheers from the group. Member one: Looks like a TV celebrity. Member two: Wow! Absolutely stunning—so cool! Member three: Oh, a bit of a pity—we didn’t get a clear view of that handsome face. "Once those words were out, the group members were stunned. 'Wow! A wealthy 90s-born girl!' 'Which family's daughter is this—do we know how beautiful she is?' As they were still discussing, photos were posted showing a fresh, elegant young woman dressed in a sophisticated, well-fitted birthday gown. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, slender, and strikingly beautiful—like a noble princess, though her head was covered. 'Whoa! Just perfect!' 'I'm already drooling just looking at her!' 'I’ll dream about her tonight!' Many male members sent friendship requests to the 'Princess of Solitude.' Some even boldly said, 'If you're lonely, I'll stay with you tonight!' Yet Houang, unimpressed, simply typed with a look of disdain, 'Online dating for romance—what a waste!' As Houang typed several lines, many male members echoed his sentiments. The 'Princess of Solitude' replied, 'You're making things up—you're a fool!' At that moment, the chat room erupted like ants on a hot pot, bustling with lively discussions. Gao Liang grew bored and went to the restroom. When he stepped away, three tough guys gathered around his computer near workstation No. 19. One of them, a man with yellow hair, operated the computer with ease. Just three minutes later, he gave a sharp nod and said with a sly smile, "The prey has appeared! We'll take further action!" When Gao Liang returned to his seat, the guys were calmly browsing web pages as if nothing had happened. Gao Liang continued using QQ and noticed that the "Lonely Princess" had logged off to her group friends. At the same time, a notification appeared on his QQ: "The other person has requested to be added as a friend!" He accepted the request—this was a new number, with the nickname "Oriental Pavilion Fairy." Unlike the earlier "Lonely Princess," who had been proud and self-important, "Oriental Pavilion Fairy" was warm and attentive. Oriental Pavilion Fairy: Happy Prince, how was your中秋节 with your family? The Happy Prince: Still fairly happy, just hasn't been spending time with family. The Immortal Fairy from the Jade Terrace: How disappointing—why haven't you been living with your family? The Happy Prince: Let me just say, I had a major argument with my father. The Immortal Fairy from the Jade Terrace: That must only make your family more worried. The fairy's words were so thoughtful that they warmed the heart of Gao Liang, who had been missing out on affection lately. The two of them engaged in a deep and heartfelt conversation, during which Gao Liang shared with her the story of how he had been expelled from Saint Dorothy Mary Business School for academic dishonesty. The Immortal Fairy from the Jade Terrace: What a pity—such a talented young man like you should never have given up on studying. The Happy Prince: Yet I've never really been interested in pure theoretical business knowledge. The Immortal Fairy from the Jade Terrace: Interest can be cultivated! If you're willing to go back to school, I can help you—on condition that you make a genuine effort to study. Gao Liang expressed some doubt about who exactly the fairy was, but she simply smiled and said, What a thoughtful, gentle girl! Highlight sincerely admired her in his heart. As they were chatting enthusiastically, three nearby guys were engrossed in watching an adult film on computer 19. The unseemly scene of the couple's passionate intimacy, along with the accompanying murmurs and sighs, had their eyes fixed straight ahead—so entranced that one of the guys had even dripped saliva down his chin and onto the floor, completely unaware. At the same time, Highlight and the fairy princess remained silent. Both of them had their earphones on, yet said nothing. The fairy princess, initially struck by the awkward sounds, remained quiet for a while before finally typing out a few lines: "Prince of Joy, are you interested in adult films?" Highlight casually responded, "OK!" The fairy princess: I don't believe it! Prince of Joy: Why not? Fairy princess: Just now, while we were talking, I thought you were someone quite serious and not casual, didn't you think? Prince of Joy: How did you know? Fairy princess: I believe you. Highlight said nothing; she simply sent a "goodbye" emoji and went offline. At that moment, the three nearby thugs grew more and more eager, no longer content just to watch. A green-haired thug, eyeing the prey at the internet café, spotted a graceful girl filling out a job application at workstation 28. He was immediately impressed and called over his companions, the yellow-haired and the red-haired one. "Hey! This girl's just perfect!" the green-haired thug said with a sly smile. "She's really nice-looking. Today, she's going to join us for some fun!" The yellow-haired thug stared intently at the girl's full chest, longing to reach out and touch it. "You two go ahead—I'll take care of the wind!" the red-haired one wiped a bit of saliva from his lips. The green-haired thug had already grown impatient—he grabbed the girl's delicate face, and she gasped, shouting, "Ruffian!" That sound startled everyone in the café, yet all the patrons were merely spectators, none of them stepping forward to uphold justice. The internet cafe owner also heard the sounds. Upon looking, he saw three rough, rowdy guys who had been bullying and assaulting others—so he simply pretended not to have noticed. Everyone thought the same way: indifferent, staying aloof, as if it didn’t concern them. Nowadays, more and more people came to watch the show, while fewer and fewer took initiative to intervene. The three rowdies felt confident and even braver, continuing to tease the girl. The one with green hair reached down and fondled her buttocks, the one with yellow hair touched her head, and the one with red hair openly stared at her attractive breasts. "Let go of me! Don't!" the girl cried out. The crowd turned to see that one of the rowdies was unbuttoning the girl's blouse, another was pulling at her pants, and the third was keeping watch. The green-haired one was the most evil. He pulled up a crude, humiliating scene of a man and woman on the computer screen. How could the three thugs bear such raw, animal passion? So, the green-haired and yellow-haired men roughly tore at the girl’s clothes. She refused stubbornly, struggling fiercely, but a weak woman could hardly stand against three rough men. Soon, she found herself unable to resist. Her hands and legs were firmly pressed down, and she was laid diagonally on the sofa chair. "Brother, take your turn!" the red-haired man said to the green-haired one. "Everyone gets a share! Take turns!" The green-haired man, looking at the girl like a lamb about to be slaughtered, smiled lasciviously. Then he unbuttoned his pants and prepared to discharge his animal urges right in front of everyone. "No! No!" the girl cried out, closing her eyes. But a knife was already pressed against her neck, the blade resting against her throat. She trembled in shock, and though she tried to speak, she only wept silently. "For heaven's sake! How evil can people be in this world? When I was young, back in the Tang Dynasty, people weren't as evil as today's! They'd dare to do things that were truly shameful and hidden. High Light thought of this and then roared, "Right under the open sky, in the clear and bright heavens, you dare to harass a delicate young girl! Do you still have the law of the land?" Seeing that he couldn't bear it anymore, High Light stepped forward with a sudden surge and shouted loudly. Though High Light was handsome and well-dressed, he wasn't quite the rugged, powerful man like Stallone, so the three thugs didn't take him seriously. The one with green hair, holding a dagger, threatened, "You dare to interfere with me? I think you're simply losing your patience!" The three thugs revealed their fierce demeanor and formed a tight circle, surrounding High Light. High Light didn't immediately attack. Thinking he was afraid, the one with yellow hair laughed lightly and said, "Get out of my way now! Or I'll knock you out!" "Call us each 'Grandpa'—and have me lick the spit I've left on your shoes—and we'll spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame us brothers for being sharp!" The red-haired man spat onto his own shoe, speaking with boldness and an air of arrogance.