The war between men and women began in the primordial chaos; if men and women stopped fighting, life would be truly boring. —Sanmao
In the classroom, Han Yun looked at Ye Wudao's empty seat and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, which made her even more irritated. Just as she was about to take a step back, she couldn't help but hate that pervert who stole her first kiss. Her expression soured again, and the whole class grew nervous.
After arriving at school today, Ye Wudao went straight to the park to find a place to rest, since the first two classes were English, which didn't matter whether he learned it or not. Besides, Han Yun was so cold to him, going there would just mean looking at that beautiful 'sour face,' making both of them unhappy, so he might as well just not show up—out of sight, out of mind.
Lying on the railing of the pavilion, Ye Wudao asked himself if he was too impatient. Some women really couldn't be rushed; they needed gentle slow cooking to have any chance of success, unlike those women who required a storm-like romantic assault. Han Yun clearly couldn't accept this kind of relationship, and now they were at odds like fire and water. Haste makes waste when it comes to hot tofu！
Haste makes waste—a cardinal sin in warfare！ The battlefield of love is like a battlefield, indeed there's truth to that.
Ye Wudao took out his phone and dialed a number, saying darkly, "Come over and get the money！" He pulled a stack of cash from his bag, his eyes full of disdain. Money, a filthy thing—for it, humans would do anything. But then again, it does make the world more interesting, right？
After nearly ten minutes, three guys who clearly weren't good kids came running over, of course still wearing the glamorous coat of Pearl Academy uniforms. Ye Wudao flashed a seemingly warm smile and said, "Good work, went smoothly？"
A short, skinny guy with a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks flattered, "Big bro, don't worry. This time we'll give Zheng Yan some ‘five-star’ treatment. It took us three brothers a lot of effort, so how about...
Ye Wudao pretended to be clueless. The guy nervously started massaging Ye Wudao's shoulders. A flicker of disgust passed through Ye Wudao's eyes, but he didn't move. He tossed the stack of cash at the guy and said, "Here's three thousand. Go hire a prostitute. Just don't catch anything！"
The guy took the money and gloated, "Zheng Yan's going to make a total fool of himself this time. You know, we racked our brains to come up with these pranks. I'm almost impressed with myself, hehehe..."
Ye Wudao forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes and laughed along with the three of them, imagining Zheng Yan's pathetic downfall. As he thought about it, he gradually started laughing for real. Villains, after all, base their happiness on others' misery.
In classroom 2-3, Zheng Yan angrily pushed his entire desk over and shouted, "Which bastard is targeting me? If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one, f**k！ Playing dirty tricks on me? When I find you, you're dead！"
Everyone in the class lowered their heads, pretending they hadn’t heard or seen anything—because they were afraid that if they saw Zheng Yan’s ridiculous look, they’d burst out laughing. Someone had been bold enough to piss off the big shot, actually smearing special glue on Zheng Yan’s chair. After sitting down, he felt something was off; when he tried to stand up, he realized he was stuck. Finally, he “slapped the desk and sprang up in shock,’ and disaster struck: his pants ripped, and two buttocks restlessly poked out.
Word has it that on his way here, Zheng Yan was also doused with urine and hit with clumps of shit, and there were snakes, earthworms, and other creepy-crawlies in his locker—truly an eye-opener.
Somebody actually dared to openly challenge one of the Four Young Masters of Pearl！ In the six-year history of Pearl Academy, this was a first！
That cold, beautiful girl sitting in the corner saw the pitiful side beneath Zheng Yan’s glamorous front, and a wave of disgust surged in her eyes. At that moment, she realized that not only women could be trophies—men could too. The Zheng Yan she had always seen was the dazzling side, but today’s performance showed zero dignity.
When second period ended, Ye Wudao actually got a call from Han Yun, asking him to come to the office for something to discuss. Her tone was still icy cold, but Ye Wudao was still happy—after all, this teacher had taken the initiative. But for some reason, on the way there, he couldn’t shake the feeling of a ‘feast at Hong Gate.’
Actually, ever since that soccer match, quite a few girls at school had taken an interest in Ye Wudao. He had a notorious reputation, but as they say, ‘a bad boy keeps a girl interested.’ All of a sudden, Ye Wudao was voted second on the school’s Most Unconventional Personality chart, just behind Situ Xuan, securing the runner-up spot.
On the way, no fewer than ten girls winked at Ye Wudao, making him feel a bit lightheaded. While lost in self-admiration, a soft body suddenly bumped into him. He frowned, about to scold the person, but the klutz timidly apologized： “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to.’
When Ye Wudao saw those crystal-clear eyes, he suddenly felt as if something had struck his heart. What a pair of so vivid and limpid eyes, just like the dreamlike pure eyes of elf maidens in fantasy novels, utterly devoid of the world's filth, confusion, or murkiness, as if you could see all the beauty in the world through them.
Ye Wudao actually felt a sense of shame at his own insignificance, but it was exactly this feeling that stirred up a sudden surge of wicked desire in him.
Seeing the books she had scattered on the ground, Ye Wudao, for the first time in his life, did a good deed and crouched down to help her pick them up. The charm of a beautiful woman is truly extraordinary. Yet, aside from those priceless eyes, this girl was not particularly outstanding. Though she couldn't be dismissed as an 'ordinary' girl, she was still noticeably inferior to Wu Nuanyue, let alone beauties of Yan Qingwu or Murong Xuehen's caliber.
No wonder it’s said that 'a woman’s beautiful glance can shatter all philosophy,' let alone for a lowlife scoundrel among the common rabble like Ye Wudao. In that moment, he had an impulse to treasure those eyes as one of his private collections.
While picking up the books, Ye Wudao always managed to 'accidentally' and 'casually' touch the girl’s slender little hands. The shy girl’s ears turned bright red, which was quite a lovely sight. Ye Wudao opened a book and saw written inside, 'Li Dange, Class 2, Grade 7.' Committing it to memory, he knew that for a good girl like this, one must never rush into 'bedding' her. He gave the girl what he thought was an elegant smile and a melancholic gaze, then swaggered off with a flick of his sleeve, naturally 'by the way' dropping his phone on the ground in a most despicable, filthy, and disgusting manner.
Putting aside his despicable acts afterward, Ye Wudao's look at that moment still had considerable killing power, which was evident from the girl's dazed expression and the blush on her cheeks, because at that time his eyes were very similar to the Oscar—winning youngest actor who played Chopin in "The Pianist" — Adrien Brody, equally charming and decadent.
The girl took a long time to snap out of it. When she picked up the last book, she found that the man's phone had fallen. By the time she gathered the courage to call out to him, Ye Wudao had already disappeared from her sight. Holding the phone, the girl fell into confusion.
Nervously standing outside Han Yun's office door, Ye Wudao took a deep breath and finally knocked before entering. It was impossible for him not to be uneasy about forcefully kissing Han Yun, the number one beauty teacher at Pearl Academy, but Ye Wudao never regretted anything he had done. Even if it was truly wrong, he wouldn't regret it！
It wasn't until Ye Wudao walked up to the desk that Han Yun slowly lifted her head. Without a trace of emotion, she said, "Your English speech for the school anniversary opening ceremony three days from now is canceled. Nothing else. You may leave！" With that dismissive order, Han Yun lowered her head again to grade the homework collected by the acting English class representative.
Although Ye Wudao didn't have the habit of losing his temper with beautiful women, Han Yun's attitude was truly unbearable. "If you hadn't insisted on making me give some damn speech back then, I wouldn't have bothered preparing any bullshit draft! It's not like the anniversary is giving me money or presenting me with beauties, so does it have anything to do with my damn self?! I've called you so many times these past days and you didn't give a damn. You're noble and I'm cheap, fine?! If you've got the guts, just fucking curse me and hit me, I guarantee I won't fight back or talk back. Don't play these dirty games, I fucking hate that the most!"
"Change your class representative. I'd rather spend my time looking for women！" Ye Wudao said.
Ye Wudao coldly left behind a sentence and walked out of the office, slamming the door shut. Hearing the sound, Han Yun visibly shuddered. Lately, for some reason, her face, no longer as rosy as before, was intertwined with pain and struggle. No one saw that the fingers gripping her pen were without a trace of color from being held too tightly.