The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

"You can take your hand away now."

Su Ran's long eyelashes rose with the movement of her eyes, so thick that she didn't need eyeliner.

This was the first time she had ever seen green eyes, as beautiful as two emeralds inlaid in them.

With striking, defined features and a tall, imposing physique, he appeared to be well over 1.9 meters tall. He wore a Western-style white shirt with a bow tie, looking as charming as a noble young man admired by Western girls. He was of mixed race.

The green-eyed boy was also stunned for a moment when he saw her.

The hand that had been on Su Ran's waist gracefully and naturally withdrew.

A pair of green eyes looked at Su Ran without any attempt to hide their gaze.

There are many beautiful women around him, but every woman who is considered beautiful by others is just ordinary in his eyes.

Su Ran was the first girl he had ever seen who was so stunningly beautiful.

Her perfect nine-head-tall proportions are impeccable; any more shoulder width or limb length would be odd, any less would be unsophisticated. The youthful elegance of a boy and the dreamy charm of a girl are blended together in her perfectly, a natural and exquisite beauty that cannot be sculpted by human hands.

A look of amazement flashed across their eyes at the same time, followed by a moment of infatuation.

They remained silent.

"Meow~" The silver-shaded kitten stared dangerously at the green-eyed boy and let out a warning growl.

Only then did he notice that Su Ran had two cute creatures on each of her shoulders.

"Sorry to bother you, and thank you for helping me up," Su Ran said casually, turning to open the door.

"Wait a minute," the boy called out to her. "Are you sure you can leave? There's a bunch of people waiting for us outside."

"You're Wen Mu? And who's that outside?" Didn't he just run right past her?

"Gu Cai, I asked him to help lure the person away." Then, amused, he asked, "You don't recognize me?"

"I've heard of his name, but I've never met him in person," she answered honestly.

Wen Mu frowned. He didn't think Su Ran was playing hard to get. It was probably because her gaze towards him was too cold, completely lacking the eagerness that other girls showed when they saw him.

Wen Mu is a third-year student majoring in violin at Qingcheng Conservatory of Music.

Previously, she represented the school on an arts exchange trip to Italy, winning first place in a violin friendship competition. Recently, she returned with a trophy, bringing home a prize for Qingcheng Conservatory of Music.

The school leaders were overjoyed and put Wen Mu's name on the honor roll. Even though she had never met him, she had heard a lot about his deeds from others.

By the way, Su Ran first heard his name from Zhou Yun.

A graceful smile appeared on Wen Mu's handsome mixed-race face.

"You definitely can't get out through the front door. There's a window here; if you don't care about ladylike etiquette, you can try coming out from here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a blur flashed past his eyes, accompanied by a meow. Outside the window he had just opened, stood a tall, beautiful, short-haired girl.

The two cats on her shoulders had clearly been through a harrowing ordeal; their four paws clung tightly to her windbreaker, as if afraid of falling off.

"Thanks."

She abruptly left two words and then turned and left.

Wen Mu watched her departing figure for a while, then closed the window, took off his elegant long-sleeved shirt, revealing a black short-sleeved T-shirt underneath, and a large black angel tattoo etched on the surface of his bulging muscles.

He rested his violin on his shoulder and played a moving piece, as if tempting Satan.

This was in stark contrast to the elegant, medieval-looking young nobleman Su Ran had just met.

Rehearsal room.

A clap of thunder sounded outside, signaling an impending downpour. Soon after, the windowpanes rattled and banged.

"The weather in Kyoto is like a child's face, it changes in an instant." A-Qiu, with a childlike face, said in a mature tone, "Ranran, you can't change your face, the musical theater club is counting on you."

Su Ran, who was mentioned, had already changed her clothes.

In order to better integrate with the character, Jiang Li, the head of the props department, specially contacted a senior who was a professional musical actor and borrowed a costume for the role of Romeo.

The entire outfit is imbued with strong Elizabethan elements, with its half-length fitted cuffs, a vest made of a dense material, and lantern shoulders, perfectly transforming Su Ran into a slightly rebellious teenager from Shakespeare's time.

Her slender fingers deftly fastened the metal buttons on her cuffs, etching a fatal "elegant yet unrestrained" aura into every joint of her body.

The men's height-increasing shoes made her look strong and handsome, even more sexually attractive than European and American male models.

"If you're not Romeo, then who is? The male lead who can win Juliet's heart has to look like you. Act, act like you're going to die! You're so handsome that it's outrageous, I don't believe there aren't many viewers!"

The voice of Song Soo-ah, the head of the acting department, sounded terrifying against the backdrop of thunder outside the window.

She slammed the rolled-up script on the table, her face flushed with excitement.

Su Ran's focus, however, was on another issue.

Which senior student will play Juliet?

This sentence is like a breeze blowing across the sea, bringing with it a tsunami.

In the storm, all you could hear was noise.

"I'll play Juliet."

"Didn't you say I was coming? Why did you change your mind?"

"Didn't you say you had an urgent matter and wanted to withdraw from the performance? I approved it."

"When did I say that? Don't make things up. Juliet is mine, and Romeo is mine too!"

"I have your leave slip."

"Stop arguing, you lot. I'm the club president, I'll play Juliet, is that fair?"

"no!"