Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

Standing at the dormitory window, Zhang Yu looked down at the sea of ​​fluorescent flowers that was blooming continuously under the influence of Chen Chen's power, and felt the power within his body becoming more condensed and as easy to control under the constraint of the "energy suppressor".

He knew that peaceful days were numbered, and the warm omen of the "source well" could appear at any moment.

He must quickly familiarize himself with his own power and try to build a deeper connection and understanding with the increasingly powerful girls around him.

In the morning, at Chen Chen's invitation, Zhang Yu went to the botanical garden on the edge of the campus, which had been almost completely transformed and resembled a small primeval forest.

This is where Chen Chen spends most of her time lately; she calls it "her garden."

The moment Zhang Yu stepped into the botanical garden, he felt an overwhelming sense of life, with the air filled with the fragrance of various exotic flowers and the fresh scent of grass and trees.

The trees here are exceptionally tall, with a pale green sheen flowing between their branches and leaves; the ground is covered with a thick layer of moss, which is soft and springy to the touch; and countless fungi and flowers that I have never seen before, radiating a soft glow, grow quietly in the corners.

Chen Chen stood in the center of the garden, under a huge ancient tree with branches and leaves as translucent as jade.

She didn't wear a skirt today, but instead changed into a white exercise outfit that allowed for easy movement. The fabric was soft and close-fitting, and although it was loose, it still outlined her increasingly shapely figure—her beautiful breasts had quietly become fuller, supporting the fabric in a full curve; her waist was slender and delicate; and her hips, though not exaggerated, were round and perky, full of youthful vitality.

She stood barefoot on the exposed ground covered with strange roots, her long chestnut hair simply tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck.

Upon seeing Zhang Yu, she smiled, a smile brighter and purer than any flower in the garden. "Zhang Yu, come quick! I think... I can control it even better now!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands, palms facing upwards, her eyes gleaming with a brilliant, glassy light.

In an instant, the plants within a ten-meter radius of her seemed to be infused with a soul, and began to sway, grow, and bloom rhythmically!

A blue, unusual flower that was originally just a bud suddenly bloomed in front of her fingertips, its petals unfurling and emitting a refreshing fragrance; several vines beside it, like docile pets, wrapped around her wrists and forearms, caressing her affectionately, the vines cool and smooth to the touch, forming a stark contrast with her fair skin.

Even more astonishingly, Zhang Yu could clearly sense that within this area, the life energy emanating from Chen Chen's body formed a faint but undeniably existing "domain."

Being there, he felt his internal energy flowing more smoothly, and the mental fatigue he had been experiencing due to stress and vigilance for days was also greatly reduced.

“This is my ‘Ode to Life’ domain,” Chen Chen explained with a touch of pride, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Here, I feel very at ease, and it seems to accelerate plant growth and also… calm my mind a little.”

She manipulated a vine covered in small flowers, weaving it into a simple wreath, then stood on tiptoe, wanting to place it on Zhang Yu's head.

Looking at her blushing face so close to his, and smelling the unique scent of her body that blended the fragrance of a virgin with the sweetness of herbs, Zhang Yu felt a surge of tenderness in his heart and lowered his head slightly in response.

When her cool fingers occasionally touched his earlobe and hair, they both felt a faint electric current run through them, and the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and warm.

After putting on the flower wreath, Chen Chen took a step back, looking at her "work," and couldn't help but chuckle, looking incredibly charming and adorable. "It's very pretty!" she said with a smile, her eyes full of dependence and affection.

Looking at her pure smile and feeling the comfort of being enveloped by gentle life energy, Zhang Yu couldn't help but reach out and gently pull her into his arms.

Chen Chen's body stiffened at first, then she completely relaxed, buried her face in his chest, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt extremely at ease.

The two embraced quietly in this realm of life she had created, as if temporarily isolated from the disturbances and dangers of the outside world.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yu received an unsigned note with delicate yet alluring handwriting that read: "There's a good show to watch at the old auditorium~" It ended with a small, seductive cat paw print.

Zhang Yu knew this was Huang Ying's doing. He hesitated for a moment, but still decided to go and see.

The old auditorium was rarely visited, and at this moment it seemed even more empty and gloomy.

He pushed open the heavy door, revealing complete darkness inside. However, the moment he stepped inside, the scene before him suddenly changed!

The dilapidated auditorium had disappeared, and he felt as if he were in an extremely luxurious, dimly lit European classical ballroom.

The air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine and the rich fragrance of roses, while the melodious waltz music echoed in my ears.

Countless elegantly dressed men and women twirled in the dance floor, their faces blurred, like phantoms.

In the center of the dance floor, under the spotlight, Huang Ying was dancing alone.

Tonight she wore a bright red, backless, floor-length gown, the hem of which resembled a blooming rose, perfectly accentuating her curvaceous figure.

The deep V-neckline almost reached her waist, squeezing her full, large, snow-white, and rounded breasts into a breathtakingly deep ravine. With her swirling dance steps, those weapons trembled and swayed, extremely alluring.

The high slit of the skirt allowed her long, slender, and flawless legs, encased in black lace stockings with subtle gold patterns, to appear and disappear as she danced. On her feet were a pair of red stiletto heels studded with rhinestones.

Her wavy hair was styled into an elegant and languid bun, revealing her slender, jade-like neck and delicate ears. She wore tassel-shaped diamond earrings on her earlobes, which swayed gracefully with her movements.

Her face was adorned with exquisite and glamorous makeup, her eyeshadow a bewitching purplish-red, her eyeliner elongated and upturned, and her red lips as fiery as fire. She was like a blood-red rose blooming in the dark night, exuding a deadly passion and allure.

Upon seeing Zhang Yu, she stopped dancing, extended her slender, gloved hand to him, her eyes alluring, her voice possessing a captivating charm: "Junior, you're here? How about dancing with your big sister?"

Zhang Yu calmed himself down, knowing that this was another illusion created by Huang Ying.

But he could sense that this illusion was more real and more stable than before, almost forming an independent "real and virtual realm".

He could even smell the wine and feel the slightly warm air in the dance hall.

"No interest." Zhang Yu coldly refused, attempting to mobilize his power to see through the illusion.

Huang Ying wasn't angry. She chuckled and, in a flash, appeared in front of Zhang Yu, almost touching his nose.

A rich, alluring fragrance wafted towards him. She extended her fingers, adorned with bright red nail polish, and gently lifted his chin, her breath sweet as orchids: "Don't be so cold~ In this realm, I am the master. You can see any 'truth' you want to see, and you can also... experience any 'pleasure' you desire~" Her fingertips traced his Adam's apple, a wisp of purplish-black energy attempting to penetrate him.

Zhang Yu suddenly retreated, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. The suppressed power within him suddenly erupted, and a cool sensation forcefully dispelled the alluring energy.

Stop with your tricks!

The illusion rippled, flickering a few times like a television screen with a poor signal, but it did not immediately shatter.

A flicker of surprise crossed Huang Ying's eyes, which quickly turned into excitement: "Oh? Wearing that lousy Blue Mountain stuff, you still have this kind of resistance? This is getting more and more interesting to me!" She licked her red lips, her eyes dangerous and alluring. "But, little junior, do you think this is the end of it?"

She suddenly spread her arms wide, and the scene in the entire ballroom instantly distorted and changed!

Zhang Yu found himself sometimes in a battlefield amidst a hail of bullets, sometimes on the edge of an abyss, and sometimes back in the Mirror Lake Pavilion on a full moon night... Countless chaotic and realistic illusions surged like a tide, assaulting his senses and mind!

The figure of the oriole appeared and disappeared in the illusion, her laughter like a demonic chant: "Welcome to my 'Phantom Theater'!"

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Zhang Yu knew he couldn't be trapped here. He closed his eyes, no longer relying on his vision, and focused all his energy on maintaining clarity in his mind, fighting against this intertwined realm of reality and illusion.

The oriole's ability to create large-scale, persistent illusions has reached an extremely terrifying level.

In the evening, Zhang Yu finally managed to escape from Huang Ying's "Phantom Theater" and felt a wave of mental exhaustion.

He decided to go to the library to find some information about mental protection and energy control.

However, when he stepped through the library doors, he found that the interior was completely different from what he remembered.

The original bookshelves were arranged in an extremely orderly manner, crisscrossing like a matrix, emitting a faint blue glow.

Countless tiny holographic data streams composed of "0" and "1" float in the air, like electronic fireflies.

The air was filled with a cold, technological feel, a mixture of ozone and integrated circuit boards.

"Identity detected: Zhang Yu. Permission level: Temporarily upgraded."

"Welcome to the 'Logic Matrix' temporary space." A cold, synthesized voice echoed in the space.

Zhang Yu looked up and saw Zhang Ning hovering in the air above the center of the library. She was no longer wearing the bodysuit, but a more fitted "combat suit" that shimmered with blue energy circuits, perfectly wrapping her slender and well-proportioned figure and exuding a futuristic feel.

On the lenses of her black-rimmed glasses, data streams refreshed like a waterfall.

“Committee Member Zhang? This is…” Zhang Yu looked around in surprise.

"In order to cope with possible information shocks and physical anomalies, I temporarily 'reconstructed' the core area of ​​the library."

Zhang Ning's voice was completely calm as she slowly descended to the ground, her movements as precise as a robot's. "Here, the flow of information is under absolute control, and physical rules can be 'optimized' to a certain extent."

For example, you can directly retrieve and access information projections from any collection of materials using your thoughts.