The Rural Beauty 175, Main Text 175 A Sad Life 175 A Sad Life "Even if you take your place, and don't smoke my special blend, you'll still fall short of Zhou Gao and the other two—no way!" Yang Yanping delivered a timely jab at Lu Yun. Lu Yun was visibly unconvinced. His fists were stronger than theirs, and his imported AK-47 was no less assertive. As for Zhou Gao, who barely managed to impress Zhang XiaoYu, how could Lu Yun possibly lose to him? To be publicly humiliated by a woman—especially one who was about to enjoy intimacy with him—was deeply frustrating. Being outdone in the very aspect of passion that mattered most, it was enough to make even a humble person furious. For Lu Yun, with his explosive temperament, this was simply unbearable. "Miss Ying, you're not just making me feel embarrassed—you've just completely routed me in the last moment, and now you're pushing it even further!" Lu Yun said, as he gently ran his fingers over Yang Yanping's full, rounded buttocks. Yang Yanping took two brisk steps to avoid Lu Yun's lingering attempts to interfere, chuckling softly. "Little bad boy, where are you touching? If you're not satisfied, why don't you two try it out with Zhang Xiaoyu—ask her what she feels?" Lu Yun had been waiting for exactly this line. He responded with a composed, indifferent air. "That's a good idea, though I do have some disagreements with Zhang Xiaoyu. I suspect she'll firmly oppose it." "Hmph, I haven't the faintest idea of your little tricks—don't worry, I've got this under control. I'll make sure you get your wish and face her head-on. But if you lose, don't come crying to me and say I didn't set you up with a strong opponent." Yang Yanping turned her face toward Lu Yun, her tone subtly intriguing. To Lu Yun, however, it sounded like yet another jab at him, and he was visibly unconvinced. "Fine, I'm counting on Ping-jie to arrange everything. For now, our mission is simply to feed Ping-jie's little one well." "Hmph, I knew you were a romantic type—do you even dream of sweeping up all the girls and teachers in the school under your wing? This content is from Chapter 175 of 'Rural Beauty.' "Yang Yanping said as she walked, her full posterior swaying rhythmically, drawing steady streams of admiration from Lu Yun. "No way! I'm just following Yanping's suggestion, checking whether my own reserves are solid. Of course, if our luck is good, we might just take in all the beautiful girls on campus—what a treat, hehe." Lu Yun had long been eyeing the campus beauties with clear intentions. Every time he went to the canteen with Zhou Quan, his preferred targets were always the most striking and attractive ones. Where is Zhou Quan now? Is he out there on his own, pursuing girls? Without his friends by his side, will he be able to make any headway? Lu Yun suddenly thought of Zhou Quan without any reason. His only true friend had vanished somewhere, living a carefree life. Given the way Li Huashan was spending, Zhou Quan must be a wealthy second-generation businessman—how could someone so well-off struggle to find a date? He truly was worrying over nothing! Lu Yun comforted himself internally, yet his mood unexpectedly sank. He lowered his head, silent, trailing behind Yang Yanping. "Little bad boy, why have you gone quiet? Is the rest of the performance useless now, even your mouth paralyzed?" Hearing no response from Lu Yun, Yang Yanping turned to look at him, her expression puzzled. "What's wrong? Are you mad at Sister Yang? A man of your stature wouldn't have such a narrow mind, would he?" Lu Yun still remained silent. He was now thinking about Zhou Quan, and had no energy to chat with Yang Yanping. Yang Yanping couldn't contain her impatience. Just a moment ago, she was doing fine—how could things have changed so suddenly? This wasn't a battlefield they were heading to; they weren't here to perform facial expressions and act dramatic. Suddenly spoiling the mood was truly a major setback. "Alright, fine—maybe I did say the wrong thing. If that's the case, I'll just find ways to get you to hang out with more girls at school." In a gesture of compromise, Yang Yanping made this promise, not only to soothe Lu Yun's emotions but also so she herself could fully savor the exhilaration of her first real date. Lu Yun raised his head, his face regaining its usual carefree demeanor, and chuckled, "How could we possibly be unhappy? Simply to win Ping's favor, we're already thrilled. Now, with this extra gift, we're even more delighted—how could we possibly be dissatisfied?" Yang Yanping rolled her eyes and said, "Then why are you still looking so gloomy, as if I owed you eight million?" Lu Yun noticed Yang Yanping's slight displeasure and, to gain more practical insights from her, smiled gently and said, "Actually, you do owe me money, Ping." Yang Yanping crossed her arms, her two round, soft-bodied arms swaying, and said, "When exactly did I owe you anything? Please clarify that with me." Lu Yun gave her a mischievous smile, "Didn't you just have that popsicle, which you still haven't paid for? You've completely forgotten it—how could you have even remembered it?" Yang Yanping was taken aback, then feigned annoyance, saying, "Well then, you've only given me three shades of color and now you're turning into a rainbow! I've already enjoyed your peppermint candy—didn't that make you feel comfortable too? It's just a matter of mutual benefit." As they spoke, they had reached a spot less than ten meters away from where Zhang Xiaoyu and the others were engaged. Kneeling down, they carefully observed the scene, and found that the four people still showed no sign of slowing down. Lu Yun scratched his head, looking at Yang Yanping and said, "Miss Ping, aren't they going crazy? They're still so intense. Should we interrupt them? We don't want anything to go wrong." Yang Yanping shook her head and replied, "Not at all. But I'm worried that Zhang Xiaoyu and Juanzi might not be able to bear it. Look at the expressions on Zhou Gaoren and Li Chunsheng's faces—they must be experiencing the peak of the herb's effect. It's likely to take at least another half hour before it subsides." Lu Yun hadn't noticed this at all. He observed Zhou carefully and saw that he was almost carrying Zhang Xiaoyu on his shoulders, charging with great force and momentum, causing Zhang to shout in pain. Damn it—how come Zhou hadn't shown such strength during the fight? "His face was as red as a hot pot bottom—probably close to the point now," Lu Yun didn't agree with Yang Yanping's assessment. By the end of thirty minutes, Zhou would either collapse from exhaustion or be completely drained by Zhang Xiaoyu. Yang Yanping smiled and said, "You're not convinced yet, are you? Listen—right now, it's not Zhou who's struggling, but Zhang Xiaoyu who's on the verge of collapse." Collapse! Could a woman even collapse while doing this? Lu Yun felt as though he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. He had always believed: there's never a bad field of farmland—only tired oxen. In his view, women just needed to lie down and relax—doing nothing at all—while men had to work tirelessly to clear land and cultivate fields, leading to such a tragic life! …… To the readers: Please point out any specific violations. Village Beauty 175, Main Text 175 – The Tragic Life updated!