Chapter 016: The Angry Iron Old Lady The Iron Old Lady wasn’t really old at all—she was in her forties, about the same age as Lu Yun’s third aunt. In her younger days, she’d reportedly practiced martial arts, specializing in the iron palm technique. Whenever a difficult student from school came to her, no matter how stubborn or unruly, she always managed to handle them with ease—hence her well-earned nickname: "The Iron Old Lady." As soon as she entered the classroom, the previously bustling room instantly fell silent. Lu Yun, who had been hunched over his seat all along, suddenly found himself sitting upright and attentive. "Everyone just review your homework from yesterday," said the Iron Old Lady with spirit blazing in her eyes. "Please don’t cause disturbances or make noise that disrupts others’ studying. If anyone isn’t interested in reviewing, they may simply fall asleep on their desks." With her head slightly bowed, her piercing gaze sliced through the thick lenses of her spectacles, reaching every student. Within moments, all the students settled down and began to review their lessons—none dared to drift off to sleep. Lu Yun was no exception. He held his history textbook closely, engrossed in reading it, though deep inside he found himself reflecting on what had happened recently—the sudden cascade of events that had unfolded both yesterday and this morning. First came the unexpected confession from the lovely girl, Lu Xiao Ying—someone he’d grown up with since childhood. Though not exactly like childhood sweethearts, they were close enough to be considered such. Had it not been for the fact that Lu Yun was a boy adopted into the family, and that his father, Lu Feng, had passed away early on, perhaps they might have ended up together eventually. But now—Lu Yun wasn’t even halfway there. How could he possibly match up with someone so bright as Xiao Ying? Not out of any lack of confidence, but because her father, the village headman, absolutely wouldn’t agree to marrying his daughter to Lu Yun. If only he could marry Xiao Ying, that would be enough—more than enough—for him to feel truly satisfied. As he recalled the way Xiao Ying had blushed when he gently pressed on her chest—her two soft, white "bunnies"—a warm tingling sensation now surged in his heart. Though Lu Yun hadn’t actually managed to eat her—like the abrupt stoppage of a mid-course meal—he had felt deeply frustrated for some time afterward. But what followed was a more subtle and deliberate pursuit from the widow Liu—the one who had shown such persistent interest, clearly aiming to win him over entirely. As someone raised in this village, Lu Yun knew well the standards of men’s prowess—what kind of physicality, what kind of reputation counted here. He wasn’t about to be reduced to a mere "young man on display." The five yuan she had tucked into a plastic bag? That seemed rather insufficient—almost embarrassing. If she really intended to treat him as just another "pretty young man," then fine—he could simply choose not to work with her again. Though Liu’s demeanor was elegant and refined, like something truly exceptional in the village, Lu Yun hadn’t yet reached that point of considering himself a mere "little boy on display" at such a young age. Right now, though, what most excited him was the one called Li Yun—this clever little fox who had never before seemed to care for anyone, not even the teachers or upperclass students, who had all tried and failed to win her over. And now she was actively pursuing *him*? He didn’t have much power or status—he only felt proud of his K47 skill. Could it be that Li Yun sensed something special in him—something beyond ordinary—and wanted to experience the full flavor of what he had to offer? Determined, Lu Yun thought: "If she’s already taken the initiative, then I won’t back down!" At this moment, he felt completely fearless—not even considering the possibility that this might be a carefully laid trap. If it were, then maybe his entire future at school would be on shaky ground. Yet, reflecting further—he realized something else: He simply didn’t possess much to offer others in return—his very foundation for being pursued was still fragile. A beautiful girl had come straight to him—she’d either have to act or simply walk away. No matter what, it would be a commitment that might just pay off—or go for nothing. Lu Yun’s eyes remained fixed on his textbook, his gaze unblinking as he compared Li Yun and Liu in his mind. The two women were similar in age—Liu's son and Li Yun’s seemed about the same—but Liu had a more pronounced curve to her behind, likely due to having her children outgrown her. Would Li Yun be just like Liu—with her name recognized and her presence commanding attention? How would she feel when he finally made physical contact with her—would it be satisfying or merely awkward? While Lu Yun was still deep in these thoughts, imagining himself lying over her, passionately moving beneath her, a sharp slap landed squarely on his head. Instinctively, he raised his hand to ward off the blow and prepared to rise up and confront her. Hmm… What? His arm felt soft—almost yielding—as though something firm had been pressed against it. He realized his hand was now resting gently over the chest of the person who had struck him—and immediately sensed an exceptionally warm, pliant sensation beneath his fingers—the unmistakable presence of a young man’s chest! Before he could fully process this, another slap came swiftly—followed by a sharp shout: "Lu Yun! Get out!" Oh my goodness—it was the Iron Old Lady herself! At that cry, Lu Yun fully woke up—from being startled to speechless. As he tried to rise, his legs trembled violently beneath him. He quickly pulled his hand back and, bowing low with embarrassment, murmured: "Teacher, I’m truly sorry—I didn’t mean to do it." "Out!" the Iron Old Lady snapped, frowning deeply and glaring at him as though she might just knock him senseless with another blow. “Oh,” Lu Yun replied, gritting his teeth. He glanced at the now flushed, stern-faced Iron Old Lady before slowly turning and making his way out of the classroom, his face twisted in a mix of shame and confusion. The Iron Old Lady was indeed furious—no student in school had ever dared to challenge her before. And yet, here came this young boy—the very last person expected to touch her chest—and managed it. Fortunately, most students were still respectful and afraid of her. Only Lu Yun’s classmate, Liang Hongyu, who had been quietly tucked into her book, was seen with a slightly reddened face, otherwise no one else had witnessed the incident. After checking around, seeing that all students now stared at him with puzzled expressions, she finally felt reassured. With a firm gaze, she said: "What’s everyone looking at? Go back to your studies!" As she turned away, she paused deliberately and said to Liang Hongyu: "Hongyu—study well, don’t speak too much. I’ve always liked you." Liang Hongyu nodded, her face still flushed: "I know, Teacher." The Iron Old Lady gave a satisfied nod before walking out of the room with confident strides, already planning how to address Lu Yun for his indiscretion. "Lu Yun—come with me to my office," she said firmly as she approached him. "Teacher, I truly didn’t mean it!" When Lu Yun stepped outside, he had nearly wanted to flee—but realizing that avoiding the first incident wouldn’t save him from the second, he finally settled for listening patiently to her judgment. "Just keep moving," the Iron Old Lady commanded, turning her head and walking forward without looking back—completely unconcerned whether or not Lu Yun would suddenly slip away at any moment. Lu Yun trailed behind, his face drawn with anxiety: *How could this have happened?* He had no way to explain it now—even if he had a hundred mouths, he couldn’t clear it up. He spat toward the left hand that had touched her—his heart whispered in disbelief: "You dead-ends! You’ve really ruined me this time!" As he followed the Iron Old Lady, his eyes locked on her swaying hips—the fullness of motion now revealed beneath her clothes. He wiped his hands clean and thought to himself: *The Iron Old Lady seems even more graceful than Aunt Lu—her hips move so smoothly. If she were just a few years younger, she’d surely be one of the most sought-after women in this village!* Chapter 016: The Angry Iron Old Lady — Complete!