Capital City Airport, a plane slowly descended, and a girl clad in black leather, wearing sunglasses, walked out of the airport.

She headed to the parking lot, got straight into a Jeep, and took off her sunglasses, revealing a pretty face in the rearview mirror.

This girl was actually Anna who had vanished mysteriously, and what made people feel eerie was the blood-red color of her eyes.

Inside the Jeep, there lay a silver case, and upon opening the case, it was filled with lethal weapons for assassination.

In the center of the case was a photo of Lin Chen.

Anna murmured mechanically, "Kill Lin Chen, kill Lin Chen".

At this moment, a football match had already kicked off at Capital University's field. The game had just started and Capital University's team was immediately put under pressure by their opponents; ten minutes in, the score was already fixed at 3-0.

Jin Mingzhu wore a smug smile on her face, provocatively gazing at Zuo Siqi.

At this point, Zuo Siqi's face was ashen, "Lin Chen, when are you going to get on the field?"

Lin Chen gave a faint smile, "Why should I get on the field, I'm not part of the team."

"You..." Zuo Siqi's pretty face flushed with anger.

"Can you really stand by and watch our teachers be bullied, and let those Korean guys strut around on our Chinese turf?"

Zuo Siqi quickly escalated the football match to a matter of national rivalry.

Lin Chen smiled faintly, "It's a football match, a sports activity. Sports are a means of communication, not war. Winning or losing doesn't really matter!"

Zuo Siqi was nearly driven mad by Lin Chen. According to her divination, Lin Chen would surely lend a hand, but the guy just sat in the stands, as stoic as Mount Tai, without any signs of intervening.

The score on the field quickly became 5-0, with Capital University's team trailing by five points.

Zuo Siqi couldn't keep her composure any longer; she didn't want to lose to that mean woman Jin Mingzhu, so she had to win this match.

At that moment, Jin Mingzhu cheerfully took a seat next to Zuo Siqi, "Siqi, I think we don't need to wait for the match to end. You might as well put on your high heels and run on the field. Oh, right, I've got your high heels ready for you."

Jin Mingzhu dangled a pair of seven-centimeter-tall high heels in front of Zuo Siqi.

Those high heels were a struggle just for walking, let alone running a lap on the field; it would surely ruin her feet.

"Hmph, the match isn't over yet, what are you so proud of?" Zuo Siqi said coldly.

It wasn't even halftime yet, and the score had already turned to 7-0, with Capital University's team being brutally cornered near the penalty area.

Although there were many Chinese students present, none could utter a sound upon witnessing such a scene. In contrast, the Korean fans wore smug expressions.

"Crush these Chinese pigs!"

"Let them see how powerful our Korean nation is."

...

Seeing the situation on the field, Zuo Siqi finally lost her composure and pleaded with Lin Chen, leaning forward, "Lin Chen, what will it take for you to help me?"

Lin Chen looked at Zuo Siqi's pretty face and smiled faintly, "Call me 'hubby' and I'll help."

Zuo Siqi whispered to Lin Chen, but Lin Chen's voice was loud; the surrounding people all looked over.

Feeling the gazes from around her, Zuo Siqi's cheeks turned red as she shook her head, "That's impossible."

At this moment, Jin Mingzhu, as if she had discovered some treasure, her eyes shining, said mockingly, "Well, well, well, so we have a husband here. Siqi, I never thought that even after all these years, you're still sassy and now playing around with a student-teacher romance. I'm embarrassed for you."

"Ha, is this college kid your kept boy toy? Tsk tsk, such tender skin and delicate features—but he looks like a little chick, probably no good in bed. How about this, for old times' sake, I can introduce you to some real men!"

Jin Mingzhu had just been sitting nearby, constantly thinking about how to embarrass Zuo Siqi. Lin Chen had just given her the perfect opportunity, and Jin Mingzhu naturally wouldn't pass it up, laying into her with nasty jibes.

Zuo Siqi's pretty face turned bright red with anger, and just as she was about to argue, Lin Chen spoke up first.

It was one thing for him to be called a boy toy, but to say that he was no good in bed—that he hadn't been tested, that he hadn't been tried—and to have the audacity to insult the dignity of her man, naturally Lin Chen would not stand for it.

Goddamn it, if the tiger doesn't show his power, do they think I'm hellokitty?

Lin Chen had a principle; anyone who pissed him off, he would make sure not only to return the favor but also to make them taste what it's like to eat shit.

Looking over at Jin Mingzhu, Lin Chen suddenly said to Zuo Siqi, "Ms. Zuo, this ugly woman is actually your classmate? Emma, just look at that face—it's like a Shar-Pei's."

Jin Mingzhu was sitting right next to Zuo Siqi, and Lin Chen's voice was quite loud, so Jin Mingzhu heard every word clearly.

At that moment, Jin Mingzhu's face almost turned liver red with anger. Her plastic surgery was a secret she didn't want anyone to know, and not only had this guy exposed her, but he had also compared her to a Shar-Pei.

If it weren't for the fear of causing a scene in the audience, Jin Mingzhu would have already lunged at Lin Chen.

Zuo Siqi knew this guy all too well; she knew he was full of mischief. Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, she couldn't help laughing, "Little Chen, don't talk nonsense—what do you mean she looks like a Shar-Pei?"

It seemed as if Zuo Siqi was scolding Lin Chen, but it sounded very awkward. What did he mean by 'looks like a Shar-Pei'? Zuo Siqi had only said half of what she meant.

What's the rest of the sentence? If not like a Shar-Pei, then naturally just a Shar-Pei.

Jin Mingzhu was so angry she turned a steely blue and pointed at the scoreboard, "Zuo Siqi, don't be smug. In a moment, I'll make sure you lose face in front of everyone here."

Zuo Siqi glanced at the scoreboard; the score had already changed to 10-0. This was just the first half, and the players from Capital City University's team had completely lost their momentum, almost wishing the match would just end.

Watching the downturn of Capital City University on the field, a continuous stream of discontent and booing came from the stands.

Finally, the referee's whistle blew, and the score was locked at 11-0.

"Siqi, I think we should just give up waiting for the match to end—how about you just concede now. In the second half, I'll tell our players to go a little easier on your team."

Zuo Siqi's face was tinged with steely blue. Based on her Tianshu predictions, Lin Chen was definitely going to intervene, but so far, the guy hadn't shown any intention of entering the game. Could it be that the Tianshu was also capable of failing?

Jin Mingzhu saw Zuo Siqi remaining silent and grew even more arrogant, "You people from Huaxia are only good at talking big. When it comes to actual performance, you're just not up to it. Look at your taste in men, keeping such an uncouth and low-class boy toy—it's simply disgraceful to us at Yale University."

"Shar-Pei, stop dragging me into this when you're insulting someone. Dare to call me low-class, I'll make you cry later," Lin Chen muttered inwardly, his displeasure growing.

He whispered to Zuo Siqi discreetly, "Teacher, I can help you win the game, but you have to agree to a condition."

"What condition?" asked Zuo Siqi.

Lin Chen smiled faintly, "Give me a kiss."

Zuo Siqi bit her lip, weighing her embarrassment over kissing Lin Chen against the humiliation of letting that loathsome woman gloat. After a moment's thought, she finally nodded and replied, "Fine, I agree to your condition."