She gave a cold, unexpected glare, and Wang Shiyu shot Land Yun a withering look, huffing, "A toad dreaming of eating swan meat." With that, she strode straight into the classroom. Land Yun pursed his lips, muttering, "A toad? Hey, this toad here really intends to eat your swan—let you experience what it's like to be ridden by a toad." When Land Yun entered the classroom, Wang Xiaoting had already recovered quite well, likely thanks to the efforts of Fei Yan. Approaching the group of girls, Land Yun paused briefly and casually asked, "Wang Xiaoting, are you feeling better now?" The moment he spoke, Wang Shiyu let out a string of sympathetic murmurs. Wang Xiaoting nodded with a blush; aside from being slightly pale, she now seemed to be in good health. Lu Yun glanced at Wang Shiyu and gave her a sultry look, telling her quietly that when the two of them faced off in the small grove later that evening, she'd find out what happens when you speak out of turn. With so many people present, and these girls in the classroom all being ones he admired, it wasn't easy for Lu Yun to spend time alone with Xiao Zhi. After returning to his seat, he suddenly remembered the pictures tucked inside his desk, and his eyes lit up with a plan. Sitting there idly, unable to catch a good nap during the midday heat, Lu Yun grew drowsy. When the class bell finally rang, Wang Shiyu had also returned to her seat. Lu Yun glanced at the spirited young woman beside him and was puzzled—she clearly had an interest in him, yet why did she always seem to go against him on every matter? Seeing Lu Yun quietly watching her, Wang Shiyu murmured in displeasure, "What are you staring at? You're a heartless, wandering dandelion—every time you see someone, you start flirting with them!" Lu Yun was stunned, fixing her with a steady gaze, "Wait a minute—I thought we could at least be responsible when we're talking. When exactly have I been randomly flirting with anyone?" Wang Shiyu huffed, "Then what about Wang Xiaoting?" Lu Yun wiped a cold sweat—how could this girl have so many hidden thoughts? Didn't he just quietly glance at Wang Xiaoting's legs? Of course, there was also that triangular-shaped area… "Hmm, your desk seems to have changed!" Wang Shiyu finally noticed something was off, her eyes sharp and focused on Lu Yun's desk. After a moment of thoughtful contemplation, she whispered, "This desk looks so familiar. Let me think… Ah! Isn't this Wang Xiaoting's desk? How come… I know now—you two have secretly pledged your love, and the token of your romance is simply the exchange of desks!" Lu Yun wiped his brow in astonishment. Wang Shiyu wasn't just excellent at her leg techniques—she was also remarkably short-circuited in her thinking. Simply swapping desks could make her think of such intricate solutions. It was truly admirable. She was, after all, a city girl transferred from a county high school. Nevertheless, despite her frustration, Lu Yun managed to pick up a strong, decisive opportunity from Wang Shiyu's words—one that was precisely his specialty. He gave her a thoughtful, enigmatic smile. Wang Shiyu felt her chest tighten instinctively, unconsciously shielding her chest with both arms. As an overly proud and sensitive girl, she had been repeatedly humiliated by Lu Yun. Whenever she saw him radiating a look of genuine threat, she would automatically instinctively protect her delicate, proud demeanor. Lü Yun didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, and Wang Shiyu couldn’t help but be puzzled, stepping forward and asking, “What are you looking at me for?” Lü Yun chuckled softly, glanced at the teacher standing at the podium, and murmured, “Nothing really. I’m just focused on the lecture.” “Nonsense! What are you staring at me for?” Wang Shiyu frowned, scolding. In truth, Wang Shiyu herself didn’t know why—whenever Lü Yun was present during class, even when his gaze was clearly on the teacher, she always felt as though Lü Yun was looking at Liang Hongyu. And when it came to Zhao Feiyan, who sat right beside her, she was certain it was simply her own unwillingness to admit her growing jealousy. Lü Yun had no idea about Wang Shiyu’s inner thoughts. He smiled calmly, adopting a stubborn expression and said, “How could I know you were looking at me if you weren’t paying attention? Also, why are you holding your chest like that? Is it too large, or is it sagging?” "With one sentence, Wang Shiyu's anger flared up instantly. Whether it was class time, whether the teacher was delivering a lecture, whether the whole class would mock her—she simply gasped and leapt from her seat, pointing at Lu Yun and shouting, 'You rogue! Go out and fight me single-handedly, and I'll crush you!' The sudden outburst didn't cause the classroom's usual commotion to erupt into chaos; instead, an unusual silence fell over the room. Dizzy with the intensity of her voice, dozens of students—including the teacher mid-lecture—seemed frozen in place, as if held by the force of her thunderous outburst. The classroom was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. Lu Yun hadn't expected that a simple joke would so unexpectedly ignite the fiery, pepper-spicy passion of Wang Shiyu, causing her to erupt in a fury unlike anything he'd seen before. He stood there, momentarily stunned. Until a moment later, it was unclear who had first called out in the classroom—this single sound triggered a ripple effect, instantly turning the room into a bustling commotion. Every student turned to look at Wang Shiyu and Lu Yun, and even the usually composed teacher, renowned for her steady demeanor throughout the school, was momentarily stunned, gazing in astonishment at Lu Yun and Wang Shiyu alongside the entire class. Wang Shiyu immediately became the center of attention for both students and teachers—though this focus was somewhat enigmatic. Finally, the teacher on the podium regained her composure, pushed her black-framed glasses slightly on her nose, and with a look of mild irritation, stepped down from the lectern. As she urged the students to be quiet, she approached Wang Shiyu and asked curiously, "Wang Shiyu, what's going on?" Wang Shiyu was himself stunned. As the class burst into laughter, she had already silently regretted her impetuosity. Yet Lu Yun’s words were too harsh—her anger, which she hadn’t expected, suddenly flared up like a fuse igniting a bomb, and before she could bear it any longer, she resolved to drag Lu Yun out and give him a good scolding. When the teacher asked her a question, Wang Shiyu froze, unable to speak, while Lu Yun remained completely composed, sitting upright with his textbook open, intently reading. She glared at Lu Yun, teeth clenched—how could she have lost her composure in class, how could she have stumbled so badly, if it weren’t for the very things he had said to her? At that moment, the teacher with the black glasses asked again, “Wang Shiyu, what exactly happened?” "Teacher, I—" Wang Shiyu couldn't find the words. She simply didn't know how to put it into words. Even though the situation was incredibly intense, like a scorching Sichuan pepper, she still had to consider the setting. This particular incident had only been triggered by Lu Yun's irritation. If it were any other day, she would never have acted so uncharacteristically in class. "Teacher," Lu Yun turned to her, smiling gently and warmly, with a calm, composed demeanor. "Wang Shiyu probably just took the wrong medicine—she's feeling a bit dazed during class. Maybe it's best if she goes back to her dorm for a while, so as not to disrupt the rest of the lesson." Although the teacher was honest and composed, it was clear that Wang Shiyu's current behavior was directly related to Lu Yun. Yet, looking at Wang Shiyu's expression, it seemed as though she had no intention of mentioning it at all. Acting with good grace and aiming to avoid disrupting other students' lessons, the teacher nodded and said to Wang Shiyu, "Wang Shiyu, you..." Before the teacher could finish speaking, Wang Shiyu suddenly sat down on her chair and lowered her head. "Teacher, I'm fine. Please continue with your lesson—I won't bother you anymore," she said. The teacher truly had a patient and calm demeanor. After glancing at Wang Shiyu, she sighed gently, gave a subtle glance of warning to Lu Yun, and then walked back to the lectern to resume teaching. Seeing that the situation had been resolved, Lu Yun smiled warmly and whispered to Wang Shiyu, "Shiyu, what's up?" Wang Shiyu huffed, "Don't you fear Hongyu and Feiyan? Or perhaps that new girl you've recently started dating, Wang Xiaoting, will take you down?" "Upon hearing this, Lu Yun was momentarily stunned. If it were Xiao Yu and Fei Yan, things would make sense—yet Xiao Wei Ting, from beginning to end, had never spoken more than a few words to anyone. How could she have organized herself so well? Lu Yun chuckled, saying, 'Don't worry. Xiao Yu and Fei Yan aren't people with narrow minds. As for Xiao Wei Ting, you're truly mistaken. We genuinely have nothing special between us.' Wang Shiyu frowned, deeply unconvinced. If the two of them had nothing going on, how could they have spontaneously switched seats or rush out of the classroom to find someone? When she first saw Lu Yun outside the classroom, she had clearly observed his anxious expression. This alone confirmed to Wang Shiyu that Lu Yun's concern for Xiao Wei Ting went far beyond that of a mere classmate. 'I'll just take it as given,' Wang Shiyu thought, feeling deeply saddened—how often had she ever compromised so completely with a boy before?" Lu Yun rubbed his head and said, "Shi Yu, no matter who you're with, I'm your future husband, your current boyfriend." The anger Wang Shi Yu had just suppressed instantly flared up again with Lu Yun's words, though not as dramatically as before—this time, she didn't have to draw the attention of the entire class and faculty. Despite her conscious effort to hold back her fury, the two beams of fire in her eyes remained intensely bright, as if they were melting Lu Yun, steadily and steadily fixing him with a gaze. "Say it one more time—you're my husband—and I'll kick you out of the classroom right now." Lu Yun sneered, "Isn't it just that we swapped desks? That's what's made you so upset? Just now, I only mentioned that I used to hold onto those two soft-spoken, proud ones—never once did you get so worked up before. So, is it really because you've fallen in love with me?" Wang Shi Yu, touched by his words, blushed deeply. ... Read ad-free, fully text-based novels, first published exclusively on 138看书网 - www.13800100.com. Your best choice!