The Country's Beautiful Woman Chapter 282, Main Text Chapter 282: The Old Roast Chicken with No Feathers The shy heart kept her unable to let go of her composure, her face flushed as she said, "With Xiao Ying sister by your side, won't you still think of me? Maybe, while you're spending time with her, you've already taken her for granted—what would you possibly want from me now? This content is the text of Chapter 282 of 'The Country's Beautiful Woman'!" Little girl, she's jealous! Lü Yun deliberately teased her, feigning confusion and asking, "Which one? Which one exactly?" "Just... just the one you've been treating poorly. *w*- *w*- The one you've been treating like a lover's guest." Liang Hongyu lowered her head, afraid the person in front row, Lei Zi, would hear, her voice barely audible. It had been two days since he last teased Liang Hongyu. Watching her delicate, bashful demeanor, Lü Yun grew more playful, smiling mischievously, "How do you know I've been treating her poorly? It makes me seem like I'm Liang Hongyu stammered for a while, then, with a boldness that seemed to come from deep within, looked up at Lu Yun and asked, "Are you absolutely certain you didn't touch her?" Lu Yun had dreamed of winning over Lu Xiaoying, but the girl was stubborn—after several warnings, he had dared to move her only once! "Of course, don't you believe me?" Lu Yun said, sounding rather frustrated. Every time he saw Lu Xiaoying, his body seemed to heat up, but the fire had no place to settle—it only grew stronger. With Liang Hongyu's question, he felt even more uncomfortable. "Believe me? Never!" Liang Hongyu huffed, pouting and turning away, yet a bright smile played on her face. It seemed that Lu Xiaoying was genuinely happy that they hadn't managed to win her over. When you're happy, we're the ones who feel miserable—how many women have we easily defeated? Yet with Lu Xiaoying, we simply have no strategy at all. It's truly frustrating! This content is from Chapter 282 of "Rural Beauty." The piercing classroom bell finally rang, and as expected, Zhang Xiaoyu—the ever-energetic fox—hadn't shown up. It seemed that after inhaling the smoke infused with Huhuan San, Zhou Gaoren had indeed managed to conquer her. The first class was taught by the homeroom teacher, also Landun's longtime rival, the crooked chicken. As usual, this man strolled in with his crooked neck, looking deliberately unimpressed. This time, however, he was accompanied by a graceful young woman who stood tall and quite comparable to the crooked chicken. She wore a white T-shirt, its front generously lifted by two prominent peaks, and a floral skirt that revealed two slender, jade-like legs. Her sandals completed the fresh, clean impression. "This is Wang Shiyu, who just transferred in," he said, glancing naturally toward Landun, implying subtly, "I hope no one treats the new student unfairly—should I find out, I'll deal with them severely." "Whoa! You, this bald, hairless old chicken, already causing me trouble in the very first class! I'm telling you, I'm furious—furious! My heart's on fire. I immediately glare back at you, and that crooked, flustered chicken is nearly going crazy. Glancing at the young, vibrant girl beside me, I force myself to hold back the urge to tug at Land Yun's ears—hard, really, like a hundred times. With a new girl transferring in, all the boys now fix their eyes on Wang Shiyu. Even the shy ones whisper about the height of her two majestic peaks. "Hello everyone, I'm Wang Shiyu. I hope you'll give me your continued attention," the girl says with grace and poise, treating the shy boys' comments as just a gentle breeze. "We'll definitely take special care of you," Wang Da-Pao shouts, his voice strained. "You're just going to sit there and not say a word? When it's time for questions, I'll be the first one to call on you!" The crooked chicken shoots Wang Da-Pao a sharp look and barks out in anger. Wang Dapao pursed his lips and murmured softly, "What's so impressive about it? It's the girl herself who wants us to take care of her. You just come out and show off like a hero, huh?" When Zhou Quan left, a spot opened up right for Wang Shiyu. Lu Yun silently moved the desk he had accidentally punctured to a corner beside the podium, then helped Wang Shiyu relocate her desk. "Thank you," Wang Shiyu said politely. "Nothing at all," Lu Yun waved his hand and turned back to his seat, yet silently admired the strong fragrance emanating from her. "Damn it! Once again, Lu Yun has taken the lead—this guy's got a real thick skin. He always steps in first, and whenever he sees a pretty girl, he probably even forgets his own name!" Several of the guys who had a grudge against Lu Yun gathered together and whispered among themselves. The crooked-necked roasted chicken had been staring at Lu Yun expressionlessly all along. Though she longed to find a pretext to give this disrespectful student a good dressing-down, Lu Yun’s actions, though a bit clumsy, were far from wrong. After having arranged things for Wang Shiyu, she paused her gaze on him for a moment, then cleared her throat and said, “Class begins.” Damn it, old roasted chicken—surely I’ll find a chance to give you a proper scolding. Watch me, see if you dare to treat me that way again. Lu Yun was determined, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his waist. He quickly shielded his face with his textbook, gritting his teeth and turning to Liang Hongyu, asking, “Little Zhu, why have you been pinching me again?” “Ignoring my efforts to show interest is either a sign of treachery or outright theft,” Liang Hongyu said, her lips pouting, clearly still upset about Lu Yun’s earlier help with moving Wang Shiyu’s desk. Liang Hongyu really felt wronged this time. If Wang Shiyu had actively approached her, Lu Yun—determined to have met and charmed every beautiful girl in the world—would never have refused. But his actions just now showed absolutely no effort to please Wang Shiyu. He merely noticed Wang Shiyu’s awkwardness, deliberately making things difficult for her, so that the newly transferred young girl could quickly escape the lingering, somewhat lecherous gaze of the one with the crookedly standing chicken dish. "That table—I broke it—so I have to carry it myself. Do you really think I want the crooked chicken to carry it himself? Besides, I already have you and Xiao Ying. Between the three of us, I’m already stretched thin. How could I possibly find time for any other girls?" Lu Yun explained quietly. Liang Hongyu asked, "Really?" "Why should I lie to you? She doesn’t even come close to being as beautiful as you. Those two meat balls of hers aren’t even as big as yours. I simply won’t find her attractive." Lu Yun smiled slyly. "Go on, you're the one who's got the meatballs there!" "Li Hongyu, if you don't pay attention in class, what are you saying down there?" Li Hongyu, hearing Lu Yun compare her graceful double peaks to two meatballs, immediately lost her temper. Her voice naturally rose a little, just as the Wobbly Burnt Chicken happened to catch it. With a sharp snap of her textbook onto the table, she strode toward Li Hongyu, her eyes fixed firmly on Lu Yun—demonstrating the unmistakable air of someone who finally caught her out! Li Hongyu jolted, watching the Wobbly Burnt Chicken approach with an unimpressed expression. She instinctively reached for her chair to apologize, only to be firmly held back by Lu Yun, who said, "No worries—this old man is after me. Just stay seated." ... Rural Beauty 282, Chapter 282: The Bearded Burnt Chicken Updated!