On the way to Han Yun's office, Ye Wudao was mentally preparing himself. This beautiful teacher was no easy fish to catch; a single misstep could make him lose this stunning woman forever. Heaven had handed him such a golden opportunity on a silver platter—if he missed it, he might as well die. Of course, Ye Wudao wouldn't forget to scout for new prey. After all, this aristocratic school had no shortage of beauties, and since it could claim to be noble, the refined ones were bound to be more abundant here than elsewhere.
Only Han Yun was in the office. The narcissus on her desk emitted a fresh fragrance, like a flower reflecting its bearer—except flowers cannot speak, but beauties can. Han Yun, the most captivating beauty in the school, was no mere decorative vase; she had single-handedly translated several classic English literary masterpieces！ Her suitors could form a reinforced company, yet she remained single to this day—perhaps because her standards were too high.
When Han Yun saw Ye Wudao come in, she smiled, propping her chin on her hand, pulled a chair over and placed it in front of herself. Ye Wudao sat down boldly before her, crossed his legs, and stared at his English teacher with a lecherous gaze. Han Yun laughed and gave Ye Wudao a gentle rap on the head. "Kid, quit trying to act mature！ Spit it out—why are you always late！ You've weaseled your way out of it before, but this time you're not getting off easy. If you don't have a valid excuse, just wait to be roasted by Teacher Shen Yan！"
At the mention of Shen Yan's name, a chill ran down Ye Wudao's spine. Putting on a mournful face and looking at Han Yun, who was secretly laughing inside, he quickly grabbed her soft little hand. Heh heh, when was there a better time to take such a huge advantage than now！
Zhang Yan, Ye Wudao's homeroom teacher, wasn't wrong for being ugly—but being ugly and still deliberately coming out to scare people, that was her fault. Even more unforgivable was her ridiculously high opinion of herself, always flattering herself into thinking that this or that guy had a secret crush on her. Not only did she dress up in a gaudy way, in Ye Wudao's eyes, it was downright tacky. Anyway, she was the biggest bitch Ye Wudao had ever seen—a "sinner" who nearly made him lose interest in women！
Han Yun, whose hand was held firmly, looked at Ye Wudao in shock. She tried hard to pull away but couldn't at all. Her face was almost dripping red. "Wudao, what are you doing? Let go！"
Ye Wudao saw Han Yun's shy, adorable look. She, who was usually pure and brilliant, now showed this girlish side, giving Ye Wudao a dizzying feeling. The urge to hold her, which he had been barely suppressing, became unbearable. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. Han Yun shook her head hard, trying to escape his wolfish kisses. When he couldn't get his way, Ye Wudao finally just tore open Han Yun's white shirt, revealing her tempting white underwear. When Ye Wudao got what he wanted and grabbed Han Yun's full breasts, Han Yun, who had never experienced such a thing, gave up struggling and started crying bitterly. After all, Ye Wudao's strength was no match for hers.
Having groped Han Yun's chest, which was as exquisite as a perfect work of art, Ye Wudao looked at her tear-streaked pretty face and couldn't help feeling a shred of pity. He wanted to kiss away her tears, but the sobbing Han Yun refused. After messing around for a while, Ye Wudao finally got annoyed and slapped the beauty sitting on his lap hard on the butt. "What the fuck are you crying for? It's not like I raped you—stop acting like a dead body!" Han Yun was so frightened that she stopped crying instantly, looking at the angry Ye Wudao with tear-filled eyes. Clearly, her mind had lost the ability to think normally.
Although she stopped crying, the deep, lingering sadness on Han Yun's face was still heartbreaking. Ye Wudao wiped away her tears, and this time Han Yun didn't refuse, perhaps afraid of the terrifying look in Ye Wudao's eyes when he got angry. "Someone's coming, stop crying！" Ye Wudao whispered. Han Yun, still sitting ambiguously on her student's lap, changed color drastically, not knowing whether to hide or stay still, and was about to cry again in panic. Suddenly looking up and seeing Ye Wudao's sly grin, she realized the door hadn't been opened and knew Ye Wudao was only scaring her. Furious, she started hitting Ye Wudao, who didn't mind the pounding that felt more like a massage. He pinched Han Yun's chin and said, "Little Yunyun, have you liked me for a long time？"
Because Ye Wudao had lived with his grandfather in the United States for a few years, his spoken English was almost on par with Han Yun's, so Han Yun made him the English class representative. Little did she know she was inviting a wolf into the henhouse. Ye Wudao took this opportunity to write passionate love letters to Han Yun, all in English of course, including many ardent love poems. He would slip them into his homework notebook and hand them to Han Yun. During the first class, when Han Yun asked everyone to introduce themselves, he lavishly praised Han Yun in English. Luckily, the other students were completely lost, or else Han Yun would have wanted to crawl into a hole.
And memorizing Shakespeare's sonnets and Shelley's love poems was a piece of cake for Ye Wudao, which greatly impressed the proud Han Yun. She was also happy to let this "little kid" in her eyes "perform" for her, and over time, she unknowingly formed a habit.
Han Yun was about to deny it when the office door suddenly swung open. Vigilant Ye Wudao immediately pressed her down to the floor. They ended up sitting on the ground in an even more ambiguous position—Han Yun’s long, incredibly toned legs wrapped around Ye Wudao’s waist, her hands propped against his chest. But at that moment, Han Yun was too worried about whether their affair had been discovered to haggle with the little pervert who’d taken advantage of her. She pricked up her ears, waiting for the next sound. Watching her adorable expression, Ye Wudao suddenly pulled her into his embrace and whispered in a low voice： “Looks like we’re about to be caught in the act in bed！”
Han Yun quickly covered Ye Wudao’s mouth to keep him quiet. If anyone misunderstood her as having this kind of relationship with a student, she’d never be able to show her face again—her dignity as a teacher would be shattered. That was something she, deeply influenced by traditional values, couldn’t bear to face.
Since Han Yun’s desk was tucked away in the farthest corner of the room, and Ye Wudao had moved fast enough, the newcomer didn’t notice any clues. Ye Wudao mischievously stuck out his tongue and licked at Han Yun’s palm, sending a jolt through her entire body, leaving her tingly and limp with weakness, almost melting into his arms.
“Yanyan, my sweetheart, in my eyes, you are the center of my entire world. I’m willing to be a humble little bird, flying low just for you！ I wish to transform into that smooth jade pendant, gently swaying by your ear, whispering my longing to you all day long！ Let my love be like sunshine, surrounding you and granting you shining freedom！” A voice rang out with great emotion and expression, leaving Ye Wudao and Han Yun, hiding under the desk, in bewilderment and cringe. Why did that voice sound so familiar?！ And who the hell is “Yanyan, my sweetheart’?！
The two of them were depressed for a long time before finally remembering, both looking at each other in disbelief, with an impulse to burst out laughing. Ye Wudao pulled Han Yun, who was struggling to hold back laughter but dared not laugh, into his arms. This time, perhaps because they were so focused on suppressing their smiles, she didn't put up much of a fight.
Turns out the one saying that cheesy, flirtatious love talk was the nearly fifty-year-old dean of academic affairs, who was also Ye Wudao's Chinese teacher. He was short and sleazy-looking, hardly resembling a good person at all, making you wonder how he even got the job. On top of that, he was a huge pervert, always taking advantage of the female students. As for the mysterious 'Yanyan sweetheart,' it should be Zhang Yan. Just thinking about it made Ye Wudao want to puke—super dinosaur + lecherous dude？？？ That combo is just unbeatable！
'Zhang Xiaoxian, Alfred Lord Tennyson, and Tagore's Stray Birds. This "Shi Yinchong" is no joke. Looks like I really should pay attention in Chinese class from now on.' Ye Wudao muttered to himself. This guy's literary skills were definitely no joke—he could talk circles around anyone with shamelessness plus bullshitting galore！
'Yinchong, stop it, someone might hear！ I'll be so embarrassed~~~' Zhang Yan whined coquettishly in a sickeningly sweet voice.
'Don't worry, there's no one here. Let me give you a kiss, just one！' Shi Yinchong said impatiently.
Then Ye Wudao and Han Yun heard a series of exaggerated kissing sounds and the rustling of clothes being tugged. Han Yun never expected her colleague to be doing something so bold right there in the office. Her mouth fell wide open, making Ye Wudao secretly laugh inside. This was certainly a big shock for the pure and innocent Han Yun. Once her psychological defenses lowered, he might be able to slip in—all thanks to these two teachers giving a free pornographic promo.
A person's downfall always requires some catalysts, and these catalysts must be activated to take effect - just like a child from a single-parent family who takes drugs has family discord as the catalyst; a rapist committing his crime might have been triggered by viewing some pornographic magazine or video before the offense; and in "The Wandering Hero's Quest for the Throne," Du Menghen falls for the romantic playboy Lan Fengya precisely because the Wandering Emperor Li Yixue has already opened a crack in her heart, allowing the eldest son of the Autumn Water Sword Sect to take advantage.
The two quickly went to class after their intimate moment. Hearing the door close, Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to stand up, only to find her waist tightly held by Ye Wudao. Just as she was about to get angry, Ye Wudao suddenly released his grip and helped her straighten her disheveled clothes. She could clearly see deep attachment and love in those profound eyes. This momentary tenderness from Ye Wudao gave Han Yun a dizzying illusion, as if she were a little woman doted on by her lover, nestled in his arms. For the first time, she noticed that this student, who still bore traces of childishness on his face, had developed a mature temperament. Clean and handsome, he was no longer simply a child, because a child would not possess that frivolous, charming yet sinister smile at the corners of his mouth—a smile with an inexplicable seductive power that made him hover between a warm, innocent youth and a weathered adult.
Han Yun, lost in thought, felt Ye Wudao secretly kiss her rosy, tempting lips, thus ambiguously stealing Han Yun's precious first kiss. Before the dazed Han Yun could come to her senses, Ye Wudao immediately slipped out of the office, leaving behind the beautiful teacher whose face bore traces of melancholy and confusion.
The only witness was the still-beautiful flower on the desk.