Chapter 1217 must have been misheard. The timing of Wang Xiaoting's appearance was just right—right after Lu Yun returned the book he had been using to cover his crotch back to Wang Xiaoting, the awkwardly named "Wobbly-Thigh Roast Chicken" entered the classroom at precisely the same moment. As soon as the Wobbly-Thigh Roast Chicken stepped in, Shi Yu quickly grabbed her textbook, flipped through a few pages carelessly, and then looked up at Wang Xiaoting, asking, "Xiaoting, the teacher has arrived—let's pretend we're discussing the content together." Wang Xiaoting was momentarily startled, but as a naturally intelligent girl, she instantly grasped Shi Yu's intention. With a delicate, slender finger, she tapped a few spots on Shi Yu's textbook, making onlookers think they were engaged in a real conversation. In reality, both girls were trembling with excitement and nerves. The Wobbly-Thigh Roast Chicken had always been a difficult and unruly presence in Grade 7, well-known among students for his persistent challenges—until now, when he had finally been defeated by Lu Yun. Before this, few students had dared to stand up to him directly. In the eyes of the "crooked-necked chicken" (Wang Xiaoting and Shi Yu were both seen as well-behaved and easygoing), they naturally wouldn't trouble them much—though when it came time to step onto the stage, their gaze kept instinctively drifting toward Lu Yun. There was clearly an unresolved issue between this guy and Lu Yun. "Alright, Xiaoting, go back now," Shi Yu quietly said to Xiaoting, glancing subtly at the "crooked-necked chicken." Xiaoting understood immediately, made no further停留, and turned to leave. As she passed the "crooked-necked chicken," she feigned surprise, hurrying back to her seat. "That old crooked-necked one is staring at me like he's about to kill me—goodness, what a sight!" Lu Yun met the "crooked-necked chicken's" gaze without flinching, muttering under his breath. "Now, just don't start making a fuss—unless he comes after you, just stay calm and be quiet." Wang Xiaoting had disrupted Shi Yu's plans. Xiao ni, now furious, couldn't let things settle so easily—she insisted on finding out whether Lu Yun had actually reacted at all. Lu Yun, reluctantly, settled down, though he wasn't pleased with the crooked chicken. Facing the forceful, beautiful Shi Yu, his best course of action right now was simply to sit quietly and keep his own matters going. Brother, brother, how come you're so uncooperative now? It's time to calm down already! With a side glance, Lu Yun kept observing Shi Yu. The young lady wasn't paying close attention to the lecture—she kept glancing at Lu Yun, her fingers fidgeting restlessly, as if ready to launch a sudden attack at any moment. The first half of the class passed in a hazy blur. Finally, Shi Yu could bear the curiosity in her heart no longer. As Lu Yun drifted off to sleep, she suddenly reached down and snatched the notebook from the desk. Before Lu Yun could react, she moved like a monkey stealing peaches—cracking a few sounds—reaching beneath his desk and swiftly grasping his personal belongings. Yet, to Shi Yu's disappointment, after this entire half-hour of excitement, Lu Yun's personal items had settled down completely, showing no signs of disturbance at all. Though the physical activity had ceased, Lu Yun's mind remained active. Perhaps missing Lin Shu, he found himself, in his drowsy state, entangled in a vivid scene with Lin Shu on a particularly luxurious bed. The ethereal, jade-like figure of Lin Shu made Lu Yun feel warmly flushed, his heart ablaze with emotion. Just as Lu Yun and Lin Shu were about to begin their main discussion, Shiyu suddenly launched a surprise attack, her small hand seizing Lu Yun’s member with surprising strength. Instantly, that previously motionless member surged upward, fully filling her grasp. At this moment, Lu Yun had still not fully awakened from his half-drowsy state—he had only assumed that Lin Shu was gently guiding his member toward her mouth. Shiyu, however, was startled, feeling the now-full member in her hand like a hot potato—she couldn’t hold on to it firmly, nor could she let go, simply staring at the drowsy Lu Yun, unsure whether he had noticed her subtle movements. Worried, she feared her actions might be perceived as an awkward or embarrassing signal. Yet, observing Lu Yun’s expression, though clearly enjoying the moment, he still showed no sign of waking up. Was he dreaming? And if so, was he dreaming of something quite embarrassing? Although Su Yi wasn't sure whether Lu Yun was dreaming, ever since she'd been with Lu Yun and had been teased by him repeatedly, she'd often have romantic dreams at night. Each time, Lu Yun would go to great lengths to stimulate her, and she would eagerly respond to his advances. Upon waking, her sheets would be damp and her body would feel soft and tingling, making her reluctant to get up—she'd simply want to relive the delightful sensations of the dream—on more than one occasion nearly missing her classes. With a firm grip of her five fingers, Shi Yu immediately tightened her hold on Lu Yun’s member. Lu Yun, who was deeply immersed in a dream, entangled with Lin Shu and savoring the exquisite grace of her body, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his member, jolted awake. He saw Shi Yu glaring at him with resentment, while his member had already been securely grasped in her hands. Oh well, he finally couldn’t escape Shi Yu’s grasp after all! In his heart, he sighed in despair, yet quickly composed himself. Though he was engaged in the dream with Lin Shu, his member had already ceased activity when he fell asleep—so he had no fear of Shi Yu mentioning his recent encounter with Wang Xiaoting. "Shi Yu, what are you doing? Is it hurting?" Lu Yun lowered his voice, complaining, grateful he hadn’t shouted out loud—otherwise, Wei Zhe Shu would surely have taken advantage of the situation. Shi Yu huffed softly, asking, "Who is Lin Shu?" “…Wait a minute—did I just call Lin Shu by her name?” Lu Yun felt embarrassed and tried to justify herself. “Come on, the name came out of your mouth. How could I have misheard that? Honestly, who exactly is Lin Shu?” Po Yi finally saw a hint of panic on Lu Yun’s face—how could she have so easily been brushed off with just one sentence?