Gu Chen was in a panic.
An absolute, undeniable, heart-pounding panic.
At eight o’clock that morning, just as he was about to leave for class, he’d received a message from none other than the world champion himself.
[Gu Chen: …Boss Ye Cheng, if you’ve got something to say, just spit it out.]
[Ye Cheng: What’s your address? I need to send you something.]
It wasn’t a knife, was it?
With finals looming, Gu Chen had been forced to put his