She was at least 1.75 meters tall, with a statuesque and athletic build, without an ounce of superfluous flesh.
A form-fitting black athletic suit, tailored perfectly, accentuated her powerful physique, outlining every curve with an explosive beauty.
Her bronze, wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy sheen under the carriage lights, and her sharp short hair made her appear even more heroic.
Her facial features were distinct and well-defined, especially her eyes, which were as sharp as a hawk soaring in the sky. At this moment, they were fixed intently on the girl whose wrist she held, her gaze filled with undisguised disdain and warning.
She didn't possess Su Qingyu's deliberate charm or Mu Qingxue's commercialized refinement, yet she exuded a powerful aura that kept people at a distance, like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.
The girl who was secretly taking photos was so frightened by her aura that her face turned pale, and she stammered, "I... I didn't take anything..."
"I'll say it again: delete it."
The woman's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable tone of command.
The surrounding passengers all looked over, but no one dared to intervene.
The girl was on the verge of tears, trembling as she unlocked her phone and, in front of the woman, deleted the photos from her album.
"Scram."
The woman uttered a single word and released her hand.
The girl, as if granted a great pardon, scrambled and scurried to the other end of the carriage.
After dealing with everything, the short-haired woman seemed to sense something, and her sharp gaze pierced through the connecting glass between the two carriages, shooting directly towards Jiang Xun.
The moment she saw Jiang Xun, her hawk-like sharp eyes showed a minuscule ripple of emotion, but it was quickly replaced by an even deeper disdain and irritation.
She frowned and muttered a curse in a voice only she could hear.
"Damn it, they're all acting like they've never seen a man before. What a disgrace!"
She seemed extremely annoyed by the scene of commotion caused by a man.
Jiang Xun was dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, there's even a damsel saving the hero scene?"
Mu Qingxue, beside him, was accustomed to this sight and even leaned over to explain in a low voice.
"Sir, she's acting according to regulations."
"According to Article 19 of Chapter 3 of the 'Male Rights Protection Law,' unauthorized photography of male citizens' likenesses in any form, with the intent for private collection or dissemination, can result in a maximum of fifteen days' detention and a fine of no less than 10,000 yuan and no more than 100,000 yuan."
"And Article 17 states that prolonged staring at a male, causing him discomfort, constitutes 'visual harassment'!"
Mu Qingxue continued, "Sir, they are here to protect you. If the short-haired woman's stare just now made you uncomfortable, we can immediately report her to the police and sue her, making her compensate you for emotional damages and be sentenced to at least one hundred hours of community service."
Jiang Xun: "..."
He felt his understanding of this world had been refreshed again.
This law was outrageously biased.
He no longer paid attention to the scrutinizing gaze that still lingered, and pulled up Mu Qingxue, who was still in a daze.
The train had just arrived at the station.
"Let's go, time to report in."
He stood up and walked directly towards the train door.
"I'm not interested in these boring adult games."
His gaze swept over the vibrant university town outside the window, and a meaningful smile played on his lips.
"The 'flowers' in the ivory tower are far more interesting."
The scene at the entrance of Jinling University was nothing like the quiet, scholarly atmosphere he had imagined.
Instead of a university, it looked more like the venue for a top-tier awards ceremony.
A brand new red carpet stretched from where their car was parked, all the way into the depths of the campus, with no end in sight.
On both sides of the red carpet, a dense crowd of people stood.
No, it was a dense crowd of women.
Thousands of young women, dressed in various outfits, from youthful short skirts to intellectual and elegant long dresses, stood tightly packed but maintained an eerie, absolute silence.
There was no talking, no clamor, only pairs of fervent, adoring, curious, and almost frenzied eyes, fixed intently on their car.
Further away, rows of faculty and staff in uniform stood, all women as well, their expressions solemn, like soldiers awaiting inspection.
"Oh my goodness, Qingxue, this setup..."
Su Qingyu, beside him, exaggeratedly opened her mouth wide.
"Anyone who didn't know would think some old emperor was returning to his palace!"
Jiang Xun pushed open the car door and stepped out.
The moment his foot touched the ground, the deathly silence was broken.
No one knew who started it, but gasps of cold air rose and fell, forming a continuous wave.
Countless gazes instantly converged on him, as if to lick him clean from head to toe, inch by inch, with their eyes.
Jiang Xun was already immune to such scenes of being the center of attention; he merely cast a lazy glance around.
Just then, the crowd parted, and a figure quickly walked forward from the very front.
It was a woman of about thirty, dressed in a well-tailored dark grey pantsuit, with the skirt hem falling perfectly above her knees, appearing both professional and feminine.
Her hair was meticulously styled into a bun at the back of her head, revealing a smooth, full forehead and a long, graceful neck.
She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and behind the lenses, her eyes held the wisdom and composure that come with age and knowledge—an aura of steady power that could only be cultivated from long-term high-ranking positions.
However, when she stopped three paces in front of Jiang Xun, that powerful aura instantly receded, replaced by a heartfelt, slightly nervous respect.
She bowed deeply to Jiang Xun, her angle so precise it looked as if measured by a protractor.
"Mr. Jiang Xun, hello."
Her voice was gentle and pleasant, with clear articulation, full of an intellectual's elegance.
"I am the President of Jinling University, and my name is Wen Shu. On behalf of all thirty-five thousand seven hundred and twenty-one faculty and students of Jinling University, I welcome your arrival."
She raised her head, a perfectly sincere smile gracing her face.
"Your arrival is Jinling's honor, and even more, it is the most glorious moment for our century-old institution. You are truly unparalleled in our Dragon Nation."
Jiang Xun looked at her, expressionless, and simply gave a soft "Hmm."
"Unparalleled? That's quite a big hat to wear."
"But this President's demeanor is indeed good, much more appealing than those young girls."
President Wen Shu seemed completely unbothered by Jiang Xun's coolness; instead, his "Hmm" made her smile even brighter.
She turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.
"Sir, your dormitory is ready. Please follow me."
A white, extended golf cart silently glided to the edge of the red carpet.
Jiang Xun got in, followed closely by Mu Qingxue and Su Qingyu.
The car slowly started, passing through the "ocean" of women.
Wherever it went, all the girls excitedly held their breath, many even trembling slightly from excessive excitement, yet they remembered the regulations of "visual harassment" and dared not stare for too long, only quickly glancing before shyly lowering their heads.
The car finally stopped in front of a detached villa nestled amidst a picturesque lake and mountain scenery.
It was three stories high, with a large garden and an outdoor swimming pool, designed to be modern and luxurious.
"Sir, this will be your exclusive dormitory at the school from now on," President Wen Shu introduced. "The security system is top-tier, and daily necessities will be delivered by a dedicated person, absolutely ensuring your peace and quiet."
She paused, pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, and said in a negotiating tone:
"Additionally, considering your future academic development, especially the expansion of your foreign language skills, the school has specially selected top-tier exchange students from different countries for you..."
"They are proficient in eight languages, and are also top talents in their respective professional fields, capable of providing you with 24/7 academic exchange and translation services anytime, anywhere."
Su Qingyu, listening nearby, curled her lip.
"Academic exchange? Translation services? Bah! This old woman is truly cunning; isn't this just a roundabout way of sending people to him?"
Jiang Xun leaned lazily against the car seat, looking at the luxurious villa in front of him, as if he hadn't heard Wen Shu's words.
It wasn't until President Wen Shu, a little anxiously, spoke again, "Sir, your intention is...?"
Only then did Jiang Xun wave his hand, without even lifting his eyelids.
"No need."
He uttered three words.
"Limited energy."