Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

Under the cool moonlight, the fabric of the dress was almost translucent, clinging tightly and faithfully to every curve of her body.

A long, swan-like neck, beautifully shaped collarbones, and below that pair of mysterious, alluring breasts—a masterpiece of creation.

Its shape was unbelievably perfect, majestic and upright, like a blooming flower exuding an alluring fragrance under thin fabric, or a tempting little animal running across a snowfield, rising and falling slightly with her subtle breaths, tracing breathtaking arcs.

The fabric cascaded down her incredibly slender waist, outlining her flat, smooth abdomen and alluring navel, before suddenly bulging out to depict the contours of her full, pert, and stunningly curved buttocks, their full curves exuding ultimate feminine allure. Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of jade-like legs were straight and long, their lines smooth and perfect, the skin so white in the moonlight almost translucent, as if shimmering with a luminous glow. Her bare feet had beautiful arches, and her toes were round and neat like pearls, silently treading on the withered grass and mud, yet remaining holy and untouched by any dust.

Her long hair, like an inky waterfall, cascaded down to her waist, a few strands brushing against her snow-white cheeks, her slender neck, and even wrapping around her proud chest, adding to her breathtaking allure. Her face embodied all the world's imagination of beauty; her features were exquisitely delicate, expressionless, her eyes vacant as if containing an entire starry sea, or like two black holes capable of swallowing everything, reflecting the pale moonlight and Zhang Yu's breathless face.

She slowly raised her hand, her slender, white finger, perfectly sculpted like jade, pointing towards the center of Mirror Lake. Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Yet, a surge of intent, clearer and colder than ever before, rushed into Zhang Yu's mind like a torrent:

"...The time is approaching..."

"...The mind must be still, fear is the boat..."

"...draw her affections, and bind them to you..."

"...The moment the 'key' rings is the moment illusion shatters..."

“…Be careful…the final ‘feast’…”

The stream of thoughts was interspersed with fragmented images: Chen Chen's face crying in despair, Zhu Mei's figure dancing wildly, Huang Ying watching coldly, Lan Shan holding some kind of instrument, An Jing still as a broken puppet, and the huge "eye" in the center of the lake suddenly opening!

Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, Zhang Yu felt dizzy and almost lost his balance.

Just then, Wen Xin suddenly stepped forward, almost pressing herself against Zhang Yu. Her cold yet soft, endlessly alluring, perfect body was only inches away from his. She stretched out her arms and gently embraced him…

……

Okay, this is the next chapter, 2156:

Chapter 2156 The Moon Surges Over Mirror Lake, Glass Is Fragile

Tuesday, March 25, 1997.

The 17th day of the second lunar month. Two days have passed since that breathtaking full moon night.

The sky above Lingcheng University seemed to have exhausted all the eeriness and oppression of that night, presenting a near-exhausted, morbid blue. The sunlight was scorching, yet devoid of warmth, like a cold searchlight, mercilessly baking every inch of the campus, and exposing the invisible wounds left behind by that night.

An indescribable scent filled the air, a mixture of earthy stench, the stale aroma rising from the depths of the lake, and a faint, almost imperceptible, tangible aura, a mixture of freshness and danger, reminiscent of ionized ozone. This was a slow but resolute change, like an undercurrent beneath the ice, calm on the surface, yet within, a completely new world was being conceived, struggling, and breaking free. Ordinary students might only feel unusually irritable or excited these past few days, the weather unusually clear, but for Zhang Yu, and those who had already touched the boundaries of "reality," this was undoubtedly the first wisp of... "spiritual energy" leaking out after the foundations of the world had loosened? Or rather, it was "her" power seeping more directly into the cracks of the shattered "mirror image."

Dormitory 404 awakens in the early morning in an atmosphere completely different from usual.

"Holy shit! I had a nightmare last night! I dreamt I turned into a Super Saiyan and punched the moon to pieces!" Wang Liang sat up abruptly, wearing only a tight black tank top. His bronze upper body muscles bulged and heaved in the cold sunlight, his hair standing on end, as if there were invisible currents surging across his body. He shook his head violently, his stubble-like short hair seemed even stiffer than usual, and his eyes, besides their usual wildness, held a more subtle, restless glint.

"Second Brother, you're sleeping in the wrong position and your chest is pressed down!" Seventh Brother He Mu rubbed his temples and sat up in bed. His lean body seemed to contain even greater agility than before. He was only wearing a pair of briefs, and the outline of his ribs was clearly visible. However, his eyes were a little dazed. "But I didn't sleep well last night either. I felt... my hearing was particularly sharp. I could even hear the ants fighting downstairs..."

The eldest brother, Wen Yang, had already stood up. His faded blue work jacket was still crisp, but the muscular body beneath seemed even more composed, like a mountain beginning to breathe slowly. He silently placed breakfast on the table, a hint of confusion on his honest face, and said in a deep voice, "I also feel... full of energy, inexhaustible energy." His thick fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, the knuckles making a slight cracking sound.

Wang Yan, the fourth brother, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. His gaze behind the lenses was as sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over every brother in the dormitory before finally settling on the overly bright sky outside the window.

His long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the open pages of "Advanced Physics," his tone unusually grave: "There is a systematic shift in environmental parameters."

Air ionization and background radiation levels... both exceeded the normal range by more than three standard deviations. This is not an ordinary meteorological anomaly.

Looking in the mirror, the third brother, Feng Hui, was surprised to find that his precious hair seemed a bit thicker than yesterday, and his face was much less oily. He couldn't help but beam with joy.

The eighth brother, Yan Yang, felt that he could recite classical Chinese texts much faster. The ninth brother, Wu Dong, smiled憨厚ly, feeling warm and comfortable all over.

And the bed of the fifth brother, Ren Bin, was empty.

The blankets were folded neatly, and the sheets were flat, as if no one had ever slept there.

Only the faint, lingering smell in the air, a mixture of metallic and ozone reminiscent of metal cooling after a computational overload, proved his existence, and that... he might have gone somewhere to carry out his final, unseen "calculations."

Zhang Yu silently climbed out of bed, sensing the omnipresent, subtle yet continuous energy fluctuations in the air.

Everything that happened at the pavilion in the middle of the lake on the night of the full moon was as if it were branded deeply into his soul and body.

He not only survived, but he also seemed... to have become somewhat different.

Their senses are sharper, and there seems to be an undercurrent of power within their bodies, making them particularly sensitive to this new "energy" in their surroundings.

He knew this was not the end. The full moon was like a key, not only temporarily stabilizing, but also reconstructing the fragile "mirror image" in a more dangerous way, and more thoroughly opening a certain valve.

"Spiritual energy," or rather "abnormality," is rapidly recovering, and those closely associated with it are inevitably undergoing unpredictable changes.

The first class in the morning is "College English".

When Zhang Yu entered the classroom, his eyes immediately fell on the figure sitting by the window.

Today, Chen Chen wore a cherry blossom pink chiffon dress with a hem that reached her knees. The light material seemed to be enveloped in a soft halo under the sunlight streaming in through the window with its strange glow.

The neckline of the dress was delicately trimmed with lace and slightly open, revealing a small section of her fair, jade-like collarbone and slender neck, making her look as elegant and delicate as a swan.

The dress's fitted waist perfectly accentuated the curves of her chest, which, though still youthful, had quietly become fuller and more alluring. The soft chiffon fabric clung to those slightly raised, beautifully shaped curves, hinting at restless fantasies and exuding the allure of a young girl's first bloom.

Her long, smooth chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, the strands gleaming with a healthy sheen in the light, as if each one contained a life force.

When she looked down at her book, her long eyelashes, like two rows of small fans, cast a faint shadow under her eyelids. Her skin was fair and translucent, almost transparent, and her cheeks had a natural blush, like peach petals, no longer the sickly paleness of a few days ago.

Those amber eyes were still clear, but deep within them seemed to have gained an indescribable, watery liveliness. Occasionally, when they looked up at the podium, their eyes would dart around with a hint of unconscious, innocent charm, like that of a newborn animal.

Seemingly sensing Zhang Yu's gaze, she quietly turned her head away.

Eyes facing each other.

Two deeper blushes instantly rose on Chen Chen's cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears and that beautiful neck, like ripe peaches, tempting to be picked.

But this time, instead of immediately dodging like a startled fawn, she paused for a moment, and then a complex emotion, a mixture of shyness, joy, dependence, and a fragile sense of relief, welled up in her amber eyes.

She gently bit her cherry blossom-pink lower lip, her small hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt. Her slender, white fingers seemed almost transparent in the sunlight, their tips tinged with pink.

Zhang Yu's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

He could sense that something had changed about Chen Chen as well.

She seemed...more vibrant, more captivating, and that pure beauty began to be mixed with a subtle, alluring attraction that emanated from the very source of life.

On the night of the full moon, she, as a key "anchor point," resonated with the "key" at the peak of fear, which seemed to also unleash some potential within her.

During the break, Zhang Yu mustered up his courage and walked to her seat.

"Chen Chen," his voice was lower than usual, "are you... feeling any better?"

Chen Chen looked up at him, her large, watery amber eyes seeming to speak volumes, clearly reflecting his image. "Mmm..." she responded softly, her voice gentle and slightly trembling, whether from shyness or something else, she couldn't tell, "Much...much better. Thank you...thank you for that day..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost inaudible, but Zhang Yu knew she was referring to the night of the full moon at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, where he held her cold hand tightly and guided her through her most terrifying moment.