Rural Beauty 083, 083 **. Try to insult me one more time, 083 **. Try to insult me one more time, 083 **. Try to insult me one more time.** 083 **. Try to insult me one more time.** This content is the textual material from Chapter 083 of Rural Beauty. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Lu Yun with curiosity, then glanced at Liang Hongyu bending over, searching for books in her desk drawer. With a crisp voice, she asked, "What do you want with my hair? Isn't the class monitor also having hair? Why don't you just borrow from her? My hair is already sparse—what benefit do I get by lending you just one strand?" Lu Yun felt a wave of sweat. Borrowing a strand of hair and still having to negotiate terms? "Isn't the class monitor currently busy? Then, shall we finally settle this—do you really want to borrow it?" "Who says I'm busy? It's just one strand of hair—take a handful, I can give you a whole bunch." Liang Hongyu said, reaching up to pluck several long strands from her ponytail and handing them over to Lu Yun. "Here, these should be enough." Lu Yun awkwardly accepted them, quickly assuring, "More than enough—thank you, Class Monitor, you're truly generous." He then gave Zhang Xiaoyu a look of condescension. "Nervous wreck," Zhang Xiaoyu muttered, glaring at Lu Yun. She would have definitely stormed at him had Zhang Xiaoyu glared at Lu Yun with deep disdain before turning around, full of indignation. "Lu Yun, what good is your hair strand now?" Liang Hongyu knew Lu Yun was always full of tricks. Though she had plucked a few strands of hair for him, her heart was pounding with anxiety, fearing that Lu Yun would find some clever way to use those strands—only to end up suffering the consequences of his own schemes. "Let's keep our bet going," Lu Yun said, tying the strands together and addressing Liang Hongyu. "Scissors, paper, stone—three games, two wins. Then I'll know how to position myself." "Positioning? Positioning what? You don't explain clearly, I'm not playing." As soon as Liang Hongyu heard the word "positioning," she knew Lu Yun was definitely planning something with those strands. She watched him with growing tension, hands clasped behind her back, full of alertness. "Will you play? If not, it's your loss. Then I can enjoy my life in harmony with Xiao Ying, free and unburdened." “You…,” Liang Hongyu was at a loss for words. This clearly sounded like a threat, yet she had no confidence in herself—how could she possibly compete with him? Lu Yun gave a sly smile. “Whether you play or not is entirely up to you. But the art teacher is coming shortly to give us our first lesson. Once she arrives, you’ll have no choice but to play.” Liang Hongyu’s face turned crimson. Though she knew it was a fire pit, she now felt determined to plunge right in. She murmured, “Then let’s play. You might not even win.” As she said this, she held out her small hand, waving it challengingly in front of Lu Yun. “Alright, then. I’ll go first with scissors.” Lu Yun extended his fingers in a scissors gesture. Liang Hongyu blinked, looking at Lu Yun with suspicion. She couldn’t understand—how could he, in a game of rock-paper-scissors, first reveal his move to her? Yet she knew Lu Yun was always full of tricks. Maybe he was deliberately holding back on her. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of what to do next. “Hurry up! The teacher, Ling, is about "Why are you so eager? I haven't even decided what to play yet." Liang Hongyu's mind was in turmoil, and finally, under Lu Yun's persistent urging, she quickly played out a piece of cloth. As she had originally anticipated, Lu Yun's scissors would be a mere feint—should he suddenly change to rock or cloth, she would still be in a strong position, with a solid chance of winning. Yet to her surprise, Lu Yun simply kept making the scissors gesture, motionless. Liang Hongyu's cloth stretched out steadily, and Lu Yun brought his fingers together, chuckling, "Scissors cut cloth—unfortunately, it's us who win." "You're being stubborn!" Liang Hongyu was nearly crying with frustration. Lu Yun was clearly employing psychological tactics, and yet she had been completely outmaneuvered, growling, "This game doesn't count—you're playing a trick on me!" Before Liang Hongyu could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly turned around from the front row, coldly and with disdain, scoffing, "How childish! You're in junior high now, still playing such a basic game—two real dummies. The content is about a rural beauty, Chapter 083." Hey! This girl truly lived up to her reputation as a Scorching Chili Pepper—clearly still holding a grudge over what had just happened, her words sharp and fiery, mainly aimed not at Lu Yun but at Liang Hongyu. "I'm willing—I don't care what you think!" Liang Hongyu, being so intelligent, immediately picked up on the implication. She raised her brows sharply and launched a fierce counterattack. "Hey, you're challenging me! Don't think because I'm the class monitor that I'm going to let you off easy—just because I've been polite to you all along. Do you think I'm afraid of you Liang Hongyu was still, after all, a sweet, gentle girl. Though her demeanor had changed slightly since she expressed her feelings for Lu Yun, she had never before, in all her life, found herself at a loss when faced with Zhang Xiaoyu’s persistent and forceful tone. Today, she had only just been a little rough with Lu Yun—never before had she blushed and stammered in a heated argument, let alone actually argued with someone. Lu Yun saw that her composure was clearly slipping and knew that if Zhang Xiaoyu continued, Liang Hongyu would inevitably start weeping. Good heavens! Liang Hongyu was, after all, officially our girlfriend—what on earth did Zhang Xiaoyu think she was doing? Lu Yun immediately comforted Liang Hongyu, then fixed Zhang Xiaoyu with a stern gaze and shouted, “What’s the big deal? I’m just a bit childish—what does that have to do with you? Stop jabbering on like that, or I’ll give you a good spanking!” "Known as the 'Sky-Pepper,' Zhang Xiaoyu's fiery temperament was no surprise. Facing Lu Yun's sharp criticism, she remained unfazed. With her almond-shaped eyes wide open, she stood up, hands on her waist, the other finger pointing directly at Lu Yun, scolding, 'Try hitting me! I've never had anyone dare to give me a slap in my life—what's all this pretense from you, young wild kid, poor fellow? You're not even modest! You stole the school's parallel bars—how come you haven't sold your own house yet?' Crack! Lu Yun had only intended to scare her into silence. Instead, this spirited girl grew more and more insistent, especially when she dared to call him a wild kid and poor—yes, we are indeed poor, and surviving this long is a miracle. But here you are, in front of the entire class, calling me a wild kid, a poor man, and breaking the long-standing tradition of never hitting women. With a solid slap, Lu Yun sent Zhang Xiaoyu staggering. The slap was crisp and loud. The forty-some students in the classroom had already been drawn in by Zhang Xiaoyu's outburst of scolding, and now, witnessing Lu Yun giving Zhang Xiaoyu a fierce slap, they all gasped in surprise. "Damn it—try scolding me one more time!" Lu Yun shouted wildly, like a wrathful deity. ... Rural Beauty 083, 083 **. Try scolding me one more time—update complete!