Chapter 100: The Little Wolf Cub That Fell Into the Sheeppen (Guaranteed First Update)

When Wei Ming returned to the dorm, Long was still there, completely absorbed in reading the manuscript.

Wei Ming said: “Half is enough. It’s dark already—why aren’t you leaving?”

Long praised: “Ah Ming, you wrote this brilliantly!”

“Oh? How so?”

“The story isn’t as intricate as Jin Yong or Gu Long’s, but the characters are fascinating. That line—‘Alas, women!’—made me laugh till I cried. More importantly, your fight scenes are different from anyone else’s: no flying over eaves or walking on walls, but they feel far more real.”

At that moment, Mei Wenhua returned: “Did you hear? Someone broke into Shao Yuan just now!”

Wei Ming: “I know. I caught him.”

“Ah!”

Hearing this, Mei Wenhua turned and ran off.

Liu Rulong frowned: “What’s wrong with Ah Mei? Did something shock him?”

No—he went to shock someone else.

Soon, Mei Wenhua and Biaozi came down together. Biaozi had just returned from town and pounded his chest in frustration: “I missed it again, didn’t I? Damn it, I shouldn’t have gone into town today!”

Mei Wenhua added: “I heard Duan from the west gate got a free merit point thanks to Brother Ming—maybe he’ll even get a permanent position.”

Biaozi felt even worse—he didn’t even have a formal worker’s status, and he felt ashamed even in front of Yanzi.

But soon, he lifted his head again.

Wei Ming changed clothes while comforting him: “Don’t be down. Come on, let’s head to work together. Maybe the female thief has accomplices.”

Suddenly, something fell to the floor. The entire dorm fell silent. Even Liu Rulong’s manuscript slipped from his hands.

It was a magazine, lying face-up: a blonde woman, nude, her lower body obscured by a vase, her upper body covered by her hands, lips painted crimson, eyes glowing with allure—captured with seductive beauty.

Liu Rulong, the most fluent in English among them, read the magazine’s title aloud: “Playboy! This… this is the legendary Playboy!”

He’d heard his cousins in Guangdong mention it when he was young—he knew it was some wild foreign magazine, but never imagined it could be this intoxicating.

Liu Rulong, being worldly, kept his composure—but Biaozi and Mei Wenhua were utterly frenzied. This… this kind of thing actually existed in the world!

The impact on them was overwhelming.

Before Wei Ming could react, they lunged like starving dogs to snatch the magazine. Biaozi, quicker, got it first.

Mei Wenhua stood on tiptoe: “Let’s look together! Let’s look together!”

Inside were more photos like that—curves, contours, hints of skin, barely visible, barely there. For teenagers who’d never seen anything like this, it was pure adrenaline.

Wei Ming figured tonight, that top-and-bottom bunk would be shaking again.

Wei Ming warned: “Just take a quick peek. This was stolen from a foreign student—I hid it because I was afraid the bosses would see it. I have to return it soon.”

Biaozi sighed: “These foreign students live such a luxurious life!”

Mei Wenhua: “No wonder everyone wants to go abroad now—it’s all for this!”

Seeing they were completely under the spell of their lower heads, Wei Ming cleared his throat: “Biaozi, it’s time for work.”

Biaozi asked: “Can I keep reading while I work?”

Mei Wenhua: “You’d dare take this out? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

At that moment, Liu Rulong spoke: “This kind of magazine can’t be seen in public—especially at Peking University, a school with such strict academic standards. For safety, let me take it and dispose of it.”

What a pathetic bunch.

Wei Ming forcibly snatched it back: “Nobody’s looking at it. I’m returning it right now.”

I also need to give the snuff bottle to Mei Linda.

But when Wei Ming reached Shao Yuan, the gatekeeper, Old Qin, said: “Little Wei, don’t make things hard for your uncle. Old Feng has been removed from her post, and I’ve been severely reprimanded—I can’t let outsiders in anymore.”

After this incident, Shao Yuan became even stricter.

Wei Ming said: “Then call Li Xiaobai out. I need to see her.”

Old Qin thought for a moment: “Alright. Keep watch—I won’t let anyone else in.”

Soon, Old Qin returned—alone.

“Li Xiaobai says she won’t come down. If you’ve got the guts, come up yourself,” Old Qin repeated helplessly.

Wei Ming asked: “So can I go in or not?”

Old Qin sighed: “Fine, go in—but hurry back out.”

When Wei Ming entered the dorm, Xiao Cha was reading. Mei Linda reached out immediately: “Where’s it?”

Wei Ming blinked: “What?”

“The magazine. When I checked, one was missing—I figured you hid it. You came here to return it, right? So I called you up to avoid anyone seeing it.”

“You’re sharper than I thought,” Wei Ming complimented, handing the magazine back.

Mei Linda tossed it aside, then hugged Wei Ming: “Thank you today, Peking University Guardian, Criminal Nemesis.”

Feeling the weight of her bare chest against him, Wei Ming’s heart raced.

How long had it been? Three months!

For this body, eighteen years.

Xiao Cha couldn’t read a word anymore. Right in front of me, hugging and cuddling—you two finally stopped pretending, huh!

Wei Ming pulled away: “It’s my duty—no thanks needed. Do you remember I said I’d give you a snuff bottle? My elder just finished it. Here—this deserves a proper thank-you.”

Mei Linda gasped in delight, holding the snuff bottle to the light to admire the painting inside—a tiny world of its own. “So beautiful—it’s pure art! What’s this painting called?”

“Farewell.”

“Farewell… farewell,” Mei Linda whispered. Understanding the words, emotion surged—she hugged Wei Ming again.

This time, her gratitude didn’t stay on words—it stayed on his lips.

Before Wei Ming could react, Mei Linda leaned in and pressed her mouth to his with a soft “smack.”

Xiao Cha was stunned. She stopped pretending to read, staring straight at them as they kissed right before her eyes.

Mei Linda licked her lips: “That’s my way of thanking you. Are you satisfied?”

Honestly? Not quite—he hadn’t even gotten a tongue.

But remembering Xiao Cha was there, Wei Ming feigned modesty: “Don’t do that again—it’s inappropriate.”

Xiao Cha quickly packed her things: “Excuse me—I’m going to study.”

!

She felt she could no longer stay.

But Wei Ming left before her—he still had work to do.

Mei Linda watched Xiao Cha’s panicked retreat: “Still going to study?”

Xiao Cha nodded firmly: “Yes!”

She found a study room full of Chinese Literature students—her inner torment was unbearable. Classmates, do you know what I just saw?!

She knew she couldn’t tell anyone—but holding it inside was agony!

So she chose to write a diary. She hadn’t written one in ages.

After writing, Xiao Cha was thrilled. Someday, when Wei Ming became a great writer, this would be firsthand historical material!

When Xiao Cha returned to the dorm, she couldn’t help asking Mei Linda, who was applying makeup: “You’re going back home—what will happen between you two after?”

Mei Linda: “What will happen? Isn’t it enough to leave behind a memory unforgettable for life?”

Having lived among foreigners so long, Xiao Cha understood this Western mindset—relationships among exchange students came and went.

“So… should I just avoid coming back to the dorm?” she asked, being sensible.

Mei Linda shrugged: “If you want to watch, stay.”

Xiao Cha shook her head like a rattle—no, absolutely not!

The next morning, Wei Ming woke to Feng Ge muttering: “What was that noise last night? I kept hearing weird sounds.”

Wei Ming glanced at Biaozi and Mei Wenhua’s bunk—huh, solid construction.

Wei Ming had the morning off and planned to audit a class.

Then he got a call summoning him to the International Office.

“What? Make me the dorm supervisor for the girls’ building? Me—a man?!”

The International Office leader chuckled: “What? Don’t you trust your own self-control?”

Wei Ming: “No, it’s not that—but the job requires me to be there all day. How am I supposed to attend classes?”

Classes and writing were his two most important things.

The leader hadn’t expected a man to refuse such a plum assignment—and now he held Wei Ming in even higher regard.

For others, they’d just assign the post. But Wei Ming wasn’t ordinary—he’d become Peking University’s public face. He deserved to be negotiated with.

The leader said: “We consulted many female international students. You were democratically elected by them.”

“First, I thank them for their trust—but I truly can’t do this job,” Wei Ming refused firmly.

The leader thought: “How about this? Until we find someone suitable, you take over for now. Have the cleaning lady handle daytime shifts—you take nights. Deal?”

Night shifts wouldn’t interfere with sleep—only require you to respond to emergencies.

Wei Ming thought, then asked: “Why not just let the cleaning lady take the whole shift?”

“She picks up her grandson from kindergarten in the afternoon and has to care for him at night. Otherwise, she’d be perfect.”

Seeing they’d explained it fully, Wei Ming nodded: “Fine. But hurry up and find someone to replace me. A man supervising a girls’ dorm? It’s inappropriate.”

The more Wei Ming said this, the more the leader trusted him. President Wang was right—this young Wei was upright. Even placed in a position full of temptation, he was trustworthy.

Back in the dorm, Wei Ming’s expression was grim. Mei Wenhua and Biaozi immediately crowded around:

“What happened, Brother Ming? Did the International Office find out about the magazine?”

“Or about you and Sister Mei?”

Seeing Wei Ming silently begin packing his bedding, the two grew even more panicked—was it really that serious? Did it have to escalate this much!

After packing his essential belongings, Wei Ming patted both their shoulders and said, “Tell Brother Feng when he gets back—I won’t be coming back to sleep tonight.”

Biaozi worriedly asked, “Then where are you sleeping? Are they making you sleep on the street?!”

Wei Ming snapped, “Ugh, I’m sleeping in the female international student dormitory—they forced me to become the dorm supervisor there!”

Zhao Debiao: “…”

Mei Wenhua: “…”

(End of Chapter)