48. Adler's Teleology: Gambler's Black Hole

"[I've received at least a hundred private messages like yours on Weibo today.]"

Walking back to his dorm in the evening breeze, Mr. Lu finally had the time to reply to Mou Keyan's WeChat message.

He tended to suppress pretty girls surrounded by bootlickers like her, out of habit.

There was no helping it; he had seen too many of this type in his previous life, so it had become a reflex reaction.

In fact, he couldn't wait to sign Mou Keyan!

Her senior sister had a beautiful face, a bewitching figure, and a truly distinctive style.

Among the hundreds of private messages, he couldn't find another with conditions superior to hers.

Dorm 16, Room 302.

Dressed in a black lace nightgown, Mou Keyan sat with her shapely and long legs crossed under her desk, the foot hanging in the air occasionally giving a gentle shake, the big toe hooked around the flip-flop, creating an enticing upward arch at the tip of her foot.

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