Will I be pregnant? As the entire class of boys gaped in astonishment and girls eyed her with admiring glances, Ling Xiaoman exchanged a few polite words with the wobbly chicken—her nickname for the perpetually slumped teacher—and then gracefully departed. Huff! Only when she was completely out of sight did the "wobbly chicken" finally muster the courage to return to the lectern, her gaze still lingering on the spot where Ling Xiaoman had gone. Seeing that every student had now stretched their necks toward the door, she scowled and declared, “A group of utterly uncouth students!” Hush! The moment she finished speaking, a wave of murmurs rose from the class—so strong in fact that several students whispered under their breath: "You’re supposed to be well-mannered, but you’ve gone full chicken—your eyes are practically rolling on the floor!" With forty-something students openly gasping and chuckling, even the most dignified of them could hardly stand against such a display. No matter how hard the wobbly chicken tried, she couldn’t possibly shoo all of them out of the classroom. Her face—once sharp as a shoe-paring tool—now flushed crimson like a pig’s spine. She thundered, “Class! Attention! We were just discussing Wang Erxiao and his cowherding!” Hah! Hah! The murmur turned into hearty laughter. Students of both genders doubled over with laughter, now completely ignoring the authority of their teacher. Realizing she’d slipped up mid-speech, the wobbly chicken felt her mind spin in confusion. She thought today’s embarrassment was huge—how could it have come about? Wasn’t it precisely because of Lu Yun that such a scene had unfolded? Unconsciously, she had pinned all the blame on him. Had he not been so intensely focused on Ling Xiaoman, this entire episode wouldn’t have happened at all. With her face flushed and her cheeks flaming, she slammed her textbook down with a sharp sound and bellowed, “Stop laughing! What’s so funny? Each of you copy your lesson ten times—every single one—and memorize it by heart. I’ll check each student individually tomorrow. Anyone who hasn’t completed their copies or can’t recite will be on the receiving end!” You may as well take out a personal complaint against your mother! Your head’s clearly tilted in all directions—you’re not even trying to stand straight, let alone keep up with me! Several of the boys—including Lu Yun—felt deeply insulted by her behavior. The girls, however, dutifully pulled out notebooks and pens and began copying their lessons diligently. Lu Yun was leaning against his desk, reciting the passage in a steady flow, but deep within his mind, he saw Ling Xiaoman’s graceful silhouette again and again—her poised elegance, the kind of presence that couldn’t be described simply with words. Zhou Quan hadn’t deceived him at all. Though not one of the most beautiful teachers in school, Ling Xiaoman radiated an air of refinement that no other female teacher could match. Now Lu Yun’s eyes sparkled—like a leopard fixated on its prey—and he silently plotted how to win her favor and take further steps. Although his initial encounter with her had been awkward, he sensed from her tone and gaze that she held him in high regard. More importantly, Ling Xiaoman lacked the aloofness common among city teachers—those who often looked down upon rural students as mere “country folk.” “Lu Yun,” the wobbly chicken tilted her head at him, her voice laced with irritation, since he and Zhou Quan were close friends. "Where is Zhou Quan? Why isn’t he here?" Lu Yun stood up respectfully and replied, “Teacher, Zhou Quan is unwell—he went home early this morning. He asked me to take two days of leave on his behalf.” “Why didn’t he go himself to my office to request the leave? And what illness caused him such urgency? Wasn’t it something serious—like being thrown into a fight and injured?” The wobbly chicken watched Lu Yun with a sharp, sarcastic smile. “That’s… that’s something I’m not sure about,” Lu Yun murmured, lowering his head as he mentally cursed the wobbly chicken from the very roots of her family to the 18th generation. “He only told me he felt terrible and needed to go home to rest.” The wobbly chicken raised one hand and with a flourish, a piece of chalk arced through the air—landing squarely on Lu Yun’s forehead like a well-placed arrow. She scoffed, “Unaware? You’re supposed to be such a close friend! How could you possibly not know about this? If you don’t know now, then stand there until you do!” Lu Yun wasn’t one to bend easily. After receiving that unexpected chalk hit, he was already simmering with fury. Now seeing the wobbly chicken refuse to let him sit down—how could he be expected to stand through a full class period? This wasn’t just standing—he felt his legs might give way under the pressure! With a deep internal sigh, Lu Yun opened his textbook and began reading aloud, his voice rising so loud that it nearly shook the ceiling beams. Now, all other students were forced to stare at him—unable to concentrate. “Lu Yun, what in the world are you doing now?” the wobbly chicken exclaimed, her face flustered. Lu Yun’s actions clearly challenged her authority as a teacher. But before she could further scold him, a timid female voice rang out at the classroom door: “Report…” The wobbly chicken turned to see it was Liang Hongyu—Lu Yun’s classmate and consistently admired by all teachers—now standing there with a tear-streaked face. Her anger melted instantly into calm, though she still pretended to scold him, saying, “Liang Hongyu! Where have you been? As the class monitor, how could you miss this lesson? What did you do?” Since childhood, Liang Hongyu had always been one of the teachers’ favorite students—never once having faced such a question. Her eyes glistened with emotion as she stammered, “I… I… I just couldn’t seem to find the words.” “Teacher,” Lu Yun interjected, his frustration mounting, “I accidentally fell this morning. The monitor came to town to buy medicine for me.” The wobbly chicken had already planned her tactics—not truly intending to embarrass Liang Hongyu. She asked, “Is that correct?” After a moment’s hesitation, Liang Hongyu nodded in agreement. “Then you may return to your seat,” the teacher said. “Just remember—next time, if you’re absent, don’t just wander off!” Liang Hongyu thanked her and hurried back to her seat, glancing at Lu Yun with gratitude as she passed by. Unaware of the full situation, she assumed Lu Yun was answering a question from the teacher. With Liang Hongyu’s brief interruption, the wobbly chicken decided to drop the matter entirely—she simply let Lu Yun stand there without further comment. Unbeknownst to him, Liang Hongyu returned to her seat and noticed Lu Yun still standing motionless. She whispered, “Lu Yun, why aren’t you sitting?” Lu Yun sighed with a smile. “I’ve offended the teacher now—she’s making me stand.” “Is it because of me?” “No,” he murmured. “It has nothing to do with you. I think she’s been unhappy with me for some time.” Liang Hongyu listened quietly, her expression now still as a statue. After a moment, she reached into her notebook and wrote several words—then placed them gently on Lu Yun’s desk. Lu Yun looked down in astonishment. Her handwriting was delicate and elegant. The note read: "Lu Yun—please blow that thing into my mouth. Will I be pregnant?" Incredible! ... Rural Beauty 037, Chapter 037 — Updated Complete!