The moment their eyes met, it felt as if a fine electric current was passing through the air.

Yu Jiuyuan was the first to look away, lowering her head to continue checking the documents, her voice returning to its usual calm: "Please have Vice President Rong double-check the lighting adjustments for the venue, to ensure that Yuanxu's Aurora Butterfly can be displayed under the best lighting conditions."

"Don't worry," Rong Shenghan turned and walked towards the door with light steps, "I'll make sure those little ones become the most dazzling stars at the banquet."

The moment the door closed, Yu Jiuyuan looked up at the snowflakes falling outside the window, the smile in her eyes gradually fading.

Rong Shenghan: Emotional fluctuations - Positive +2

Negative and positive emotions rose slightly at the same time. This unpredictable vice president was indeed particularly concerned about the name "Xie Zhecheng".

Yu Jiuyuan picked up her phone and sent a message to Yuan Xu:

[Yu Jiuyuan: How is Butterfly doing? Does she need my help?]

A reply was received quickly, along with a photo. An aurora butterfly was perched on Yuanxu's fingertip, its wing veins shimmering with dreamlike colors under the warm light, as if a crumpled Milky Way had been draped over its wings.

[Yuan Xu: Everything's going well! A Yuan, you don't need to worry about anything else, I'll handle it~]

[Yuan Xu: Emotional fluctuations - Positive +1]

Yu Jiuyuan looked at the reply with a wavy line and tapped the screen lightly with her fingertip.

A kind-hearted biologist, a cold perfectionist, an unpredictable vice president, and that arrogant beast... Next Wednesday's welcome-back banquet is destined to be a thrilling contest.

She walked to the window and watched Rong Shenghan's figure disappear in the direction leading to the Astronomy Club, still holding the invitation letter written to Xie Zhecheng in her hand.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, enveloping the entire Saint Sakura Academy in a hazy white blanket, yet it could not conceal the undercurrents quietly surging beneath the calm surface.

The two kisses, like two pebbles thrown into a lake, stirred up ever-growing ripples in the hearts of Xie Zhecheng and Rong Shenghan.

And she, the one who threw the stone, stood on the shore, calmly observing the spread of each ripple. This was the young lady's taming game, and every step was under her control.

The curtain is about to rise on the welcoming banquet.

This banquet was never just a simple occasion to welcome a guest who had come from afar.