"Beauty alert!" A shrill cry echoed through the boys' dormitory, setting off a commotion akin to an air raid siren. The entire building erupted into chaos.

Boys who had been lounging around in their undershirts and shorts bolted back to their rooms like startled stray dogs. Shouts, the clatter of hurried footsteps, the slamming of doors, and the scraping of chairs and desks combined into a cacophonous symphony.

Shen Chuqing stood frozen on the stairs between the first and second floors, unsure whether to proceed or retreat. The piercing cry and the ensuing chaos made her feel as if she were an invader storming a village—and she was cast in the role of the invader.

Chen Jian, the counselor guiding her, awkwardly said, "Miss Shen, don't mind them. These boys just love to mess around."

Shen Chuqing's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she nodded silently.

Their destination was the fifth floor. As they passed the second floor, Shen Chuqing couldn't help but glance down the hallway. To her surprise, the corridor was spotless, and the air was filled with the delicate scents of jasmine, roses, and gardenias. The boys walking through the hallway were neatly dressed, polite, and well-mannered.

"Mr. Chen, I always heard that boys' dorms were messy and dirty, but it seems the rumors aren't true after all," Shen Chuqing remarked with a smile.

Chen Jian forced an awkward smile, unsure how to explain. He thought to himself, "What you're seeing is just a facade."

The third and fourth floors were no different.

When they reached the fifth floor, the corridor door was tightly shut, and the sounds of raucous laughter and shouting seeped through.

Chen Jian was about to knock on the door to announce their arrival when it suddenly swung open from the inside.

Whoosh! An indescribable odor surged out from the open doorway.

Chen Jian, accustomed to such smells, merely frowned.

Shen Chuqing, standing beside him, was hit by the stench. She instinctively covered her mouth, nearly retching from the overpowering smell.

In the hallway, a shirtless guy in just his boxers was belting out a tune at the top of his lungs. But the moment he spotted a stunning beauty standing at the entrance, his voice caught in his throat, leaving him gasping and rolling his eyes.

"Hot chick alert!"

After a two-second delay, the shirtless guy let out a high-pitched shriek, like a dolphin's call, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"Hot chick? Where?"

Unlike the lower floors, the mention of a beautiful girl caused a row of heads to pop out from the dorm rooms lining the hallway. Their eyes were wide and fixed on the entrance, resembling a scene straight out of a horror movie.

Some, too far to see clearly, even pulled out their binoculars, usually reserved for spying on the girls' dorm across the way. The most absurd was a guy who brought out a small astronomical telescope. Was he planning to count the girl's pores?

Chen Jian, unfazed by the spectacle, shouted, "Dorm inspection in two minutes! Any room that fails will have three points deducted from each resident's conduct score."

Instantly, chaos erupted on the fifth floor. Compared to ogling a beauty, conduct scores were far more important!

A cacophony of noise followed, and within a minute, oversized plastic trash bags appeared at the doors of each dorm room.

A neatly dressed guy from each room shouldered a trash bag, forming a line. They walked past Chen Jian with sheepish grins, trying to curry favor.

The once messy hallway was now spotless, not a single piece of paper in sight.

Then, a hissing sound filled the fifth floor. As the sound spread, the mixed stench in the air was overpowered by the scents of jasmine, rose, and gardenia.

Shen Chuqing finally understood where the floral fragrance on the lower floors came from—it was all thanks to air fresheners!

Chen Jian nodded with satisfaction and smiled at Shen Chuqing, "Miss Shen, after you."

Shen Chuqing forced a smile and followed Chen Jian through the corridor entrance.

The previously shirtless and disheveled boys had all donned clean, tidy clothes, now looking quite presentable.

Under the watchful eyes of the boys from various dorm rooms, Chen Jian and Shen Chuqing walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of the innermost dorm room.

"Li Ziyuan, open up!" Chen Jian pounded on the door and shouted.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

"Oh crap, it's Boss Chen..."

Panicked voices could be heard from inside the dorm.

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a young man with his T-shirt on inside out, both legs stuffed into one pant leg, and hair sticking up like a Super Saiyan.

"Old Chen, what brings you here today?" The boy who opened the door turned his head and called out to the others inside, fully opening the door. When he saw Shen Chuqing behind Chen Jian, his eyes lit up. "Hey, Old Chen, are you here to bring us some eye candy?"

Chen Jian had the strong urge to kick him. The way he said it made it sound like something else entirely.

Shen Chuqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hearing her laughter, two excited voices came from inside the dorm: "Eye candy? What eye candy?"

Yun Po and Sleep God, who shared the dorm with Li Ziyuan, rushed out to look at Shen Chuqing. Upon seeing her smile, they both froze as if turned to stone, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Meanwhile, Li Ziyuan didn’t even glance at Shen Chuqing, as if Chen Jian were the only person in his world.

“It’s simple. I’ve got a task for you—daily maintenance massages for muscle care. Twice a day, morning and evening, two hours each session,” Chen Jian finally revealed the purpose of his visit.

Li Ziyuan groaned in frustration, “What, am I a massage laborer now?”

Shen Chuqing looked puzzled by the unusual term.

“So, are you in or not?” Chen Jian pressed.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But, uh… Boss Chen, will you cover my travel expenses?” Li Ziyuan rubbed his hands together, his tone and demeanor resembling a tenant groveling before a wealthy landlord.

“No need for taxis. If you actually get the job, I’ll arrange for someone to drive you back and forth every day,” Shen Chuqing chimed in before Chen Jian could respond.

“Will *you* be the one driving me?” Li Ziyuan asked, a hopeful grin spreading across his face, much to the envy of Yun Po and Sleep God, who were watching nearby.

The champagne-colored Maserati glided out of the gates of Nanjiang Medical University and merged into the sea of traffic.

Li Ziyuan sat in the passenger seat, marveling at the car’s luxurious interior. For someone like him—short, unremarkable, and far from wealthy—a car worth over four million yuan in China had only existed in magazines and online articles. Now, he was sitting inside one, wondering if he should snap a few selfies to brag to Yun Po and Sleep God later.

As Shen Chuqing drove, she asked, “Li Ziyuan, back in the dorm, you mentioned something about a ‘massage laborer.’ What did you mean by that?”

Li Ziyuan scratched his head. “It’s not a derogatory term. It’s just a nickname for people who do repetitive, low-skill work.”

Shen Chuqing nodded slightly; of course, she understood that.

“Daily maintenance massages are just about kneading muscles to keep them active and prevent atrophy. There’s no real skill involved—basically, anyone can do it,” Li Ziyuan explained.

“Haha,” Shen Chuqing laughed. “But professionals are always better than amateurs, right?”

Li Ziyuan pursed his lips. While the statement held some truth, a two-hour massage session was no walk in the park. What started as a technical skill quickly turned into a grueling physical task.

"I heard from Professor Chen that your acupuncture and massage skills are unparalleled in your entire class, even surpassing his own. How many students are in your year? Five or six hundred?" Shen Chuqing asked, her curiosity piqued. Li Ziyuan didn’t strike her as the academic type; he seemed more like the boy-next-door.

"You’ve seen it for yourself!" Li Ziyuan shot her a look that screamed, "Did your math teacher skip class in elementary school?"

"Huh?" Shen Chuqing was completely lost.

"In our year, there are only three students majoring in acupuncture, massage, and tuina," Li Ziyuan explained.

Shen Chuqing was dumbfounded. This was beyond her comprehension. Only three students in an entire department? That was impossible! Even the most obscure majors in any university had more than three students in a single dormitory!

"So... you’re even better than Professor Chen..."

"Professor Chen specializes in Western clinical medicine. He doesn’t know the first thing about traditional Chinese medicine. Even if I were just a freshman, he wouldn’t stand a chance, let alone now that I’m about to start my internship," Li Ziyuan said matter-of-factly.

Shen Chuqing felt utterly deceived. Her mind went blank as she silently cursed Chen Jian for recommending such a student. If Li Ziyuan hadn’t been in the car with her, she might have turned around right then and there to give Chen Jian a piece of her mind.

Her frustration left her with zero interest or expectations for Li Ziyuan. The drive felt like a scene straight out of *Speed*. If it weren’t for the sparse traffic and the patience of other drivers, they could have either crashed or been beaten to a pulp by angry motorists.

After taking several deep breaths, Li Ziyuan finally calmed down. He glanced around and was immediately awestruck by the sight before him.

A sprawling three-story villa stood proudly, complete with a garden, a fountain, and a four-car garage. The property itself was already jaw-droppingly expensive, but considering its prime location in the city center rather than the suburbs, its value could easily skyrocket five to ten times.

"Miss, the altered gown has been placed in your bedroom," said a middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored suit, his hair impeccably groomed despite the sweltering heat.

"Uncle Shen, take him to give my dad a massage," Shen Chuqing instructed curtly, barely sparing Li Ziyuan a glance. She hurried into the villa, leaving him behind without a second thought.