Chapter 301: Seeing Hills, Seeing Peaks Chapter 301: Seeing Hills, Seeing Peaks Lu Yun hummed, "Not bad. Your delicate little hands have already matched the skill of a crooked-boned roasted chicken. Keep up the good work, kid—next one to master the ear-pulling technique will be you!" Lu Xiaoying giggled, "Don't worry, I'll never pull your ears again." "That's about right," Lu Yun thought, pleased that Lu Xiaoying had finally realized her own worth and started to care for her husband. He looked up at the sky, as if completely indifferent. "Meng San said so herself—no more head-bashing, only aim for your backside. Hehe, look what this is?" Lu Yun bent down and saw Lu Xiaoying holding a tool resembling a broom handle. He was puzzled, "What is this? What are you going to do with it?" Lu Xiaoying beamed, "This is Meng San's secret weapon—specifically designed to give you a good backside treatment. This is the content of Chapter 301 of 'Rural Beauty in Bloom.'" Wow! Liu Aunt’s role as a backer has already been enough to trouble Lu Ying—was she just looking at him and thinking he wasn’t suffering enough, that he must grow up to be a husband-controlled man? With three thousand concubines, three thousand! If he truly becomes a husband-controlled man, not only would he have to be beaten with brooms, but even if each one of them gently pinched his fingers, he’d be left utterly worn out. Goodness gracious! When setting up the harem, he must surely hire dozens of close female bodyguards to stay by his side—otherwise, if the harem ever rebelled, he’d only be left sitting there, helpless, waiting to be slaughtered. His death wouldn’t be the worst part—he simply couldn’t bear to let go of the old parents he’d bought for himself in Lu Feng, nor could he bear to let down the kind upbringing he’d received from his third uncle and aunt. Lu Yun stared at the broom handle in Lu Xiaoying’s hand, his mind racing, thinking whether or not to appoint Xinlan as his personal bodyguard commander—anyone who dared to show disrespect would have to be given a solid palm-press to the back. "What are you standing there doing? As long as you don't bother me, how could I possibly hit you? Be good now, promise me you'll stop bothering me from now on! I'm going back to my classroom—please hurry and go too!" Lu Xiaoying waggled the handle of her broom in Lu Yun's face, beamed a smile, and skipped off toward her classroom. Unconsciously, Lu Yun rubbed his bottom, murmuring to himself, "Bothering you has always been my greatest pleasure. But there's one thing—I absolutely can't let you hit my bottom. Otherwise, every day I'd be肿 with a sore bottom, and how could I carry out my grand palace ambitions?" Shaking her head, Lu Yun stepped toward the classroom. As he neared, a voice called out behind him, "Lu Yun..." Lu Yun paused, turned around, and saw Wang Shiyu, the new transfer student—such a lovely girl! Could she make it into my harem? Lu Yun was still on a wireless call when Wang Shiyu had already arrived at his side, her voice carrying a tone of apology. "Lu Yun, thank you so much for helping me move my desks. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have ended up in conflict with the homeroom teacher. I'm sorry for that." Lu Yun was taken aback, not expecting the girl to still remember this. He waved it off with a broad, carefree gesture. "It's nothing. Even if I hadn't helped you, the homeroom teacher would have found plenty of reasons to bother me." Wang Shiyu was puzzled. "Why so?" She had a good impression of Lu Yun, even though he had later physically confronted the homeroom teacher—after all, how could a teacher routinely reach for her student's hands and actually hit them? Lu Yun gave a bad, crooked smile, lowered her head, and let her gaze sweep up from her feet to rest on Wang Shiyu’s swollen, puffed-up cheeks—like two fluffy cotton balls—that were clearly visible and hard to miss. With a sly grin, she said, "Because I'm the worst student in Grade One, no, the worst student in the entire school—always at odds with teachers, known as the school's troublemaker. This content is from Chapter 301 of 'Rural Beauty.' Wang Shiyu felt slightly uncomfortable under Lu Yun’s warm, intense gaze, yet surprisingly didn’t blush. Oh, this young lady must have seen her fair share of the world—she didn’t flinch at such an unkind stare. Interesting. "But when I watch other teachers lecture, you're always paying close attention, only occasionally chatting with the girl sitting beside you. I haven’t seen you act as fiercely toward your homeroom teacher as you do with others." Wang Shiyu, after all, was a girl, and under Lu Yun's steady, watchful gaze fixed on her chest, she subtly shifted her posture, hoping to divert his attention through casual conversation. As the saying goes: "When viewed from the side, mountains become peaks; from afar or near, at different heights, they appear differently. One fails to see the true face of Lu Shan because one is within the mountain itself!" Yet, Wang Shiyu's movement did not successfully shift Lu Yun's focus—it instead reminded him of Su Shi's poem. At that very moment, the image in Lu Yun's eyes perfectly embodied the essence of Su Shi's verse. Lu Yun silently admired Su Shi's insight and, with a touch of self-pride, felt a deep sense of satisfaction at having discovered such a fitting description for the visual impact of Wang Shiyu's graceful figure. With genuine delight, he spontaneously recited the poem aloud. Wang Shiyu found it strange that Lu Yun didn’t answer her directly, but instead randomly recited a poem. Glancing at him, she noticed his gaze was constantly fixed on her prominent chest, and after a moment’s thought, she understood why he had chosen to recite that poem at this very moment. With her body slightly tilted, her bust must be proudly pushing against her blouse. Unable to bear the thought any longer, a gentle blush crept onto her cheeks. She thought this young man was quite rude, yet she didn’t feel angry at all—quite the contrary. Back in her previous school, she would have already kicked him senseless with one leg. Lu Yun quickly rubbed his nose, then flicked a piece of nasal mucus off with his fingertip. He had expected someone truly difficult to get along with—someone who would struggle to break a smile—yet here he was, just as easily blushing. And he hadn’t even resorted to any particularly unseemly advances yet. “I may be playful and mischievous, but I’m not someone who creates trouble out of nowhere. The other teachers haven’t done anything to provoke me, so why should I go out of my way to make a fuss?” Wang Shiyu's cheeks flushed with a rosy glow as she succeeded. Lu Yun slowly drew back her gaze, speaking earnestly. "No matter what, I can't escape responsibility for the conflict you've had with your homeroom teacher. How about I treat you to some snacks? I'll head back to class now." ... Rural Beauty 301, Main Text 301—Viewed from the front it's a range of mountains; viewed from the side it's a peak. Updated!