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The next day, Gu Changfeng got up early and planned to invite his new neighbor classmate Shen to have breakfast together, but after knocking on the door three times, there was no movement from inside.

Gu Changfeng's already nervous and excited heart beat even faster at this moment. He couldn't help but contact his unreliable system: "Xiao Wo, Xiao Wo, why didn't Shen Mingjue open the door? Did something happen last night?"

The little snail in the cozy little room yawned, and the young master's voice was full of fatigue, as if he hadn't been to breakfast for a long time: "Yes."

Hearing the other party's somewhat relaxed tone, Gu Changfeng became anxious: "Why didn't you remind me? What happened?"

Xiao Wo thought, you were so partial to Shen Mingjue yesterday, didn't you think about what other people in the school who wanted to curry favor with you would do? But he thought about the profession of this new host again, and felt that Gu Changfeng might really not be able to make the connection: "Well, I'll tell you now, your Shen Mingjue should be sitting in the school now, waiting to study with you, but before class, there may be some rumors spread, and I can't predict what the specific results will be..."

Before Xiao Wo could finish her words, Gu Changfeng disappeared inconspicuously. Xiao Wo sighed, turned on the screen recording, and planned to sleep for another two hours.

There was still an hour before class started. Gu Changfeng slipped to the back door of the classroom and stopped.

The view outside the small window is just right, and you can see Shen Mingjue's back.

Shen Mingjue was holding a book and a plate of pastries on the table, reviewing his lessons while enjoying them. He did not seem to have suffered any embarrassing incidents.

But soon, Gu Changfeng noticed something was wrong. Shen Mingjue's shoulders were trembling slightly.

There were also two people sitting next to the small window, talking with their heads down, and their words happened to reach Gu Changfeng's ears.

"Hey, do you think that person looks familiar..."

"Isn't that Mr. Shen? General Shen's youngest son. What's wrong with him? I heard that he just returned to the capital a few years ago and rarely goes out. How can he look familiar?"

"Of course he looks familiar? Don't you think he looks a lot like Mr. Shen, the top singer at the South City Music House a few years ago? That year, I went to the South City Music House with my brother. Oh my, there were a bunch of performances that were not up to standard. The dancing girls who accompanied the guests had to feed wine mouth to mouth. For a singer like this, two taels of silver could be used for an hour! My brother's friend requested him..."

The man immediately showed a look of contempt on his face: "Not really? He is General Shen's son, can he let people do whatever they want?"

"Of course!" The two of them got close to each other and spoke in a loud voice: "His mother is a dancer. I heard that she fed General Shen wine and got him pregnant! And... General Shen has always looked down on his mother. He has never taken care of the child since he was born. When the child reached school age, he had nothing to teach him. He could only teach him some skills to control men..."

"Who told you this? Is it true? This is too much. He doesn't look like someone who comes from that kind of place."

As they were talking, another person came over. Since he had been eavesdropping for a long time, he said, "Why not? I felt there was something wrong with him the first day I came here! He seduced me!"

Gu Changfeng couldn't stand it any longer and was about to speak up to interrupt the increasingly unbearable conversation, but someone was more anxious than him and knocked on the table in front of the three people, "What are you talking about? Young Master Shen has always been favored by General Shen, but he rarely goes out. How dare you make up such a story about him! Do you have any evidence?"

A scent of sandalwood wafted by, and Gu Changfeng looked up and saw that it was Wen Heng who had also arrived early.

The three people didn't know who Wen Heng was, and the most wavering one had already started to apologize: "I'm sorry, we shouldn't have talked like this."

But the man who received the order from "Zhou Chaoyang" refused to buy it. Apart from the crown prince, who else had a higher status than the adopted son of the Minister of Rites? He was not willing to give up this hard-earned opportunity to hook up with the adopted son of the Minister of Rites for an inexplicable person.

"Who are you? Everyone we are talking to has agreed, so what are you trying to do? Do you want to offend Zhou..."

Gu Changfeng couldn't bear it anymore and coughed, and the sound of arguing in the room suddenly stopped.

“Prince, prince, prince…” The person who first spread the rumor immediately turned pale.