Just then, Hu Zhicong overheard a discussion between two student union members:

"Move Brother Chen’s seat over here. Principal Huang wants the Divination Dance to be the grand finale, and after the performance, Brother Chen will be invited on stage to speak. His seat needs to be closer to the stage entrance."

"Got it. Let’s move it to the left. But you have to admit, Brother Chen is incredible. He did an amazing job choreographing the Divination Dance."

"Yeah. When it comes to making videos online right now, probably no one is better than him."

"Ganjiang City Television is even coming this time. They all want to interview Brother Chen."

As they chatted, the two student union members moved the nameplate for Chen Jincheng to the other side.

Hearing this, the anger on Hu Zhicong’s face deepened.

In his mind, all of Chen Jincheng’s current glory was built on his own ruin.

The man had even poached artists from his company, CYH.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he was arrested. In fact, the amount he had already embezzled and spent was enough to land him a life sentence.

And it was all Chen Jincheng’s fault.

"Heh heh!" Hu Zhicong suddenly laughed.

Watching them move Chen Jincheng’s nameplate, he had a brilliant idea.

The best way to take someone down with you was to deal them a fatal blow at their moment of greatest glory, to savor the look of despair in their eyes.

’When Chen Jincheng takes the stage to give his speech... that should be his moment of greatest glory, right?’

The two student union members shot the disheveled janitor a confused glance, wondering what he was snickering about.

...

After continuously expending Constitution Points, Chen Jincheng looked at Xiaoju’s resentful face, but his own mood was excellent. After all, this enjoyable form of exercise was his favorite—it felt good and increased his Constitution.

’Truly, self-discipline can be addictive.’

"This hotel has a gym. Want to go work out for a bit?" Chen Jincheng asked with a smile.

"Are you some kind of animal?" Xiaoju’s eyes went wide. She simply turned her back on him, ignoring him completely.

’How does this guy still have the energy to go to the gym?’

Seeing this, Chen Jincheng just smiled, left the room, and headed to the hotel gym to continue his workout.

The hotel gym was accessible just by scanning a room key. Once inside, he began his workout.

「Time passed.」

[You have consumed 1 Constitution Point through exercise. Your Constitution has increased!]

...

[You have consumed 1 Constitution Point through exercise. Your Constitution has increased!]

...

A day went by. Chen Jincheng checked his Constitution Point data:

Constitution Points: 323

He could clearly feel his Constitution had improved again, and his body felt incredibly comfortable.

He checked the time, returned to his hotel room, took a refreshing shower, and then went to knock on Xiaoju’s door to invite her to dinner.

That evening, the young woman wore a white dress that made her look youthful and radiant.

Looking at her, Chen Jincheng offered some advice. "Xiaoju, I think you should wear these kinds of clothes less often. You should wear more of the styles I bought for you. To make it on the internet, you need to play to the strengths of your unique temperament."

Hearing this, Xiaoju looked at him. "But those make me look older. Do you just like me in that style?"

Chen Jincheng didn’t deny it. "It’s not just me. A lot of men will like that special temperament of yours. Haven’t you seen how many likes your first video got?"

Honestly, Second-Life Star now had over 100 artists, many of whom were beautiful women.

For him, it was becoming harder and harder to be attracted to pretty faces. He was suffering from aesthetic fatigue.

The same was true for Tiao Yin users.

With beauty filters, any reasonably attractive woman could become a beauty.

You could say that Tiao Yin was becoming flooded with beauties, and it would only get worse over time.

Under these circumstances, relying on beauty and body alone would become a diminishing advantage. One needed a special skill or temperament to stand out.

Xiaoju’s powerful "widow" aura was a huge advantage.

Only a fool would give up that advantage.

"I get it. When we go to Coastal City, you can come with me to buy more clothes like that," Xiaoju said as they walked, casually linking her arm with Chen Jincheng’s.

He naturally smiled and agreed to her request. "Yes, I should help you buy some clothes. Before that official directive on promoting traditional culture comes out, I plan to build up the title of ’Innate Widow Sacred Body’ for you. We need to give you a unique brand first."

"What ’Innate Widow Sacred Body’? It sounds so embarrassing. I’ve never even been married," Xiaoju said, a little mortified now.

Chen Jincheng said with a laugh, "Then just imagine you were married, and your husband is already dead."

"Then you’re already dead," Xiaoju retorted instinctively.

"Erk!" Chen Jincheng’s brow furrowed slightly.

’Did she just blurt that out? Is she getting a little carried away?’

Whether she was or not, he replied pointedly, "Xiaoju, I’ve already told you I’m allergic to romance. I’ll never get married, so how could I be your dead husband? Your imagination lacks logic!"

"???" Xiaoju was the one who was left dumbfounded by his response.

’What does he mean?’

’I can’t even imagine it?’

’What is wrong with this guy?’

...

The dance department of Ganjiang University was bustling with activity that evening. For an event like this, the entire department’s student body was present, and many outstanding dance alumni had also been invited.

When Chen Jincheng arrived with Xiaoju, a student union member was already waiting for them and escorted him to a seat in the front row.

A seat had also been arranged for Xiaoju next to him, complete with her own nameplate.

Xiaoju had originally been just a real estate agent. She had never attended such a grand event, let alone sat in the front row, to say nothing of having her very own nameplate.