Is Wang Mengmeng getting individual tutoring?

"Is your double bed really this narrow?"

Chen Yu said speechlessly.

"Uh."

Wang Mengmeng's expression was slightly unnatural, and she was secretly annoyed.

Chen Yu really is a blockhead.

He doesn't understand any hidden meanings.

She had been so proactive, yet he countered her every word... Deng Yuxin, meanwhile, was stifling a laugh nearby.

After all, the scene was quite comical.

Chen Yu leaned against the wall, eyes still closed, and spoke casually: "Yuxin, you massage my shoulders and arms. Wang Mengmeng, you massage my legs and feet."

"Okay~"

Deng Yuxin took off her shoes, knelt by the edge of the bed, and crawled to Chen Yu's side.

The hem of her plaid skirt lifted slightly, revealing glimpses of her upper thighs.

"Alright, Brother Chen Yu~"

Wang Mengmeng shifted her position on the floor, kneeling in the middle at the foot of the bed, directly facing Chen Yu.

This posture made her tight jeans look even more exaggerated, and her waist-to-hip curve was breathtaking.

Inside the Safety Compartment, only the slightly hurried breathing of the two girls remained.

Chen Yu remained with his eyes closed, completely immersed in the soothing massage. His SSS-Rank Talent, the Red Phoenix Tribulation Seat... had unexpectedly leveled up again. Interesting.

[red luan Identified: Deng Yuxin]

[red luan Number: 1]

[Connection Nature: Subconscious Safety Entrustment, physiological connection]

[Connection Depth: Lv.16]

[Current Effective Multiplier: 160x]

...[red luan Identified: Wang Mengmeng]

[red luan Number: 2]

[Connection Nature: Domestication Connection]

[Connection Depth: Lv.5]

[Current Effective Multiplier: 50x]

...Outside, in the bus compartment.

Time passed minute by minute.

The compartment door remained tightly shut.

Li Mengyao glanced at the door for the sixth time. Finally unable to restrain herself, she let out a slight huff: "It's been an hour. That's long enough. I wonder what they're doing in there..."

Zhang Wanyue sat in the front row, her gaze fixed on the Glacier Fissure outside the window, and did not reply.

Yang Kexin leaned over: "Hey, Mengyao, it suddenly occurred to me, isn't the Assistant Instructor for your Performance Class Three, Senior Sister Shen Qingci?"

Li Mengyao turned her head, annoyance still lingering on her face, but upon hearing the name "Shen Qingci"... she felt a flicker of instinctive respect: "Yes, it's her."

She paused, then added with a hint of envy: "I wonder how Senior Sister is doing. Someone so outstanding..."

For Li Mengyao—no, for the entire Performance Class Three—Senior Sister was a unique existence.

Someone who made it impossible for the other girls to even feel jealousy.

Yang Kexin also sighed with emotion: "I really like her. She was the Department Beauty in her junior year. Before she even graduated, she landed the role of the beautiful and fierce heroine Ling Shuang in *Qingyun Calamity* and became instantly famous!"

"Lots of people in our Dance Department followed that drama. Her fighting scenes were excellent; you could tell she had a foundation!"

She rested her chin on her hand, her tone filled with pure admiration: "I never expected someone of her caliber to be willing to act as an Assistant Counselor. I really envy you guys for being able to interact with her up close~"

Li Mengyao nodded: "Yes, she has great connections, but she doesn't put on airs with us younger students. She's sort of like a really reliable older sister..."

She thought for a moment and decided this term was better: "Both a Teacher and a Friend!"

Yang Kexin chuckled: "Yeah, it's great having a celebrity Senior Sister. Hey, I heard a rumor that..."

The quickest way for two girls to bond is through mutual acquaintances and gossip.

Clearly, the friendship between these two was blossoming.

As for Zhang Wanyue, the only reliable person on the entire bus, she continued to watch the Glacier Fissure.

Time passed minute by minute.

Two hours passed quietly.

The lock on the Safety Compartment door opened with a "clack."

Deng Yuxin walked out, her head lowered and her cheeks flushed.

Li Mengyao, who had been chatting about gossip with Yang Kexin, immediately turned around and asked curiously: "Yuxin? Why are you the only one? Where is Mengmeng?"

Deng Yuxin raised her hand and closed the compartment door tightly again before replying: "Um... Chen Yu said he needed to tutor her alone, so he asked me to come out first."

"Ah?"

"Tutoring alone?!"

Li Mengyao abruptly stood up from her seat: "What could they possibly be tutoring in there?"

Deng Yuxin shook her head: "I wouldn't know..."

Li Mengyao's face alternated between red and white.

Wang Mengmeng was her best friend, inseparable since freshman year, and they had shared countless secrets.

They had huddled under one blanket to complain about classmates, celebrated with hugs after final performances, and once drank an entire case of beer, during which Wang Mengmeng held her and cursed Chen Yu for three hours straight.

And Chen Yu was her ex-boyfriend.

Deep down, she still fantasized that Chen Yu would eventually come back and beg for her forgiveness.

At that point, she would lift her chin and quickly, yet reservedly, forgive him... But now, Chen Yu and Deng Yuxin flirting and messing around was one thing, but how could Wang Mengmeng do this?

"What's wrong, Mengyao?"

Yang Kexin asked cautiously, unable to figure out the situation.

Li Mengyao pursed her lips: "N-nothing, I just feel a little unwell..."

Before she could finish her sentence!

Zhang Wanyue, in the front row, suddenly spoke: "Someone is coming out!"

"?

Yang Kexin quickly got up and pressed herself against the side window.

She wiped away the thin frost condensed on the glass and looked outside—

Sure enough... she saw a surging crowd emerging from the Glacier Fissure.

Leading the front was a middle-aged man.

Director Yu.

He was beaming and full of vigor.

Even through the car window, Yang Kexin could sense his triumphant energy.

"Hurry and inform Chen Yu!"

Yang Kexin quickly turned around to look at Li Mengyao in the back row.

Li Mengyao murmured "Oh, oh," quickly got up, and hurried to the metal door.

"Knock, knock!"

"The door isn't locked. Come in."

Chen Yu's steady voice came from inside.

Li Mengyao pressed down the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Before she could speak, the scene inside the compartment made her mind go blank.

Wang Mengmeng was kneeling on the floor.

Her buttocks were resting on her heels, messy strands of hair stuck to her neck and cheeks, and her chest was still heaving.

One hand braced against the floor while the other hastily wiped her mouth, pretending nothing was amiss.

Chen Yu stood calmly in front of her, fastening his belt: "What is it?"

Li Mengyao looked away, not daring to look inside again: "Uh... Director Yu! They've come out of the fissure! They must have retrieved the prototype machine..."