Chapter 25

Chapter 6: Young Woman, Beauty, Teacher

Wen Liang finally realized that the beauty with the hooked nose was Ning Xiaoning, one of the three famous beauties of Qingyi High School, and also Xu Yao’s best friend and confidante, as well as Gu Wenyuan’s old acquaintance. With so many identities, Wen Liang could only shake his head speechlessly, wondering what kind of situation this was!

"Xu Yao, with her temper, are you looking for a coach or a mother for me?"

Xu Yao shot him a glare, "Can you stop being so shameless?" Her eyes darted around, and she giggled, "Xiaoning rarely acts like this. It seems you really upset her that time..."

"Hey, your shameless behavior is just like mine back then!"

After a round of banter, Wen Liang gained a better understanding of Ning Xiaoning. This beauty was nearly 1.73 meters tall, with long, straight legs that were unforgettable. She had received professional basketball training, and someone like Wen Liang would be no match for her, even if five of him were to team up.

But the problem was, how could he ask her to be a coach after all this?

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and finally, Xu Yao came up with an idea: "Why don't I invite her out again tonight, and you can kowtow and apologize?"

Seeing Wen Liang about to lose his temper, she quickly clasped her hands together and bowed, "OK, OK, I'll handle it, I'll handle it."

The next day, as soon as he arrived at school, Ren Yi leaned in and whispered mysteriously, "Wen Liang, the match a week from now is already being bet on. The odds for Mu Shanshan against you are 1:3."

"Who the hell is so talented?" Wen Liang found it hard to believe. What kind of era was this, where high school students were betting on matches? Why had he never known about this before?

"Of course, it's Liu Zhihe. Who else could be the bookie? If it were anyone else, we'd be fools to give them money!" Ren Yi looked at Wen Liang as if he were from Mars.

"Who is Liu Zhihe? I only know about the stinky tofu maker Wang Zhihe..." Even though he would be looked down upon by Ren Yi, Wen Liang couldn't help but ask. A person who could be so influential right after the start of the school year was enough to pique his curiosity.

"Liu Zhihe is the class president of Class 5, who came from Minghua Junior High. He was already showing his dominance in the first year of junior high, became a local hero in the second year, and by the third year, he was known throughout Qingzhou..."

"Cough, cough..." Wen Liang was almost choked by his own bile. Do you think this is Qingzhou's Gu Shitong? He could only use his eyes to tell Ren Yi: If you keep talking nonsense, I'll show you what dominance looks like! But Minghua Junior High? Wasn't that the school Li Siqing went to, as introduced by Zuo Yuxi?

Ren Yi chuckled, "Actually, there's one reason: his father is the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, so gambling isn't illegal."

Wen Liang burst out laughing, pointing at Ren Yi, "You flatter and fawn, you're not a good person."

Ren Yi lifted his head and chest, looking very pleased with himself. Unlike others his age, he had a thick skin, so Wen Liang's words only made him happy, not angry.

In the morning, each teacher introduced themselves one by one. Wen Liang's memories of high school were gradually becoming clearer. He found that the teachers for Chinese, Math, Physics, Chemistry, Politics, History, and Geography had not changed, except for the English teacher, who was now Ye Yuting, the new class teacher, instead of the previous teacher, Bi Zhao.

What was this? A little butterfly flapped its wings, and only Bi Teacher was blown away?

Bi Teacher, I have wronged you! Wen Liang was in tears.

When the chemistry teacher came on stage, Wen Liang lifted his head. The only teacher who had ever been nice to him in his previous life was this beautiful teacher, Si Jingya, who was already a mother at thirty. In his previous life, Wen Liang had no presence, with average grades, looks, and height, and he never caused trouble. Only a few teachers had ever called his name during his three years of high school, and Si Jingya had once paid attention to him, encouraging him to study hard. However, when she saw no improvement, she gave up.

This all started during a chemistry experiment class, where they were observing the differences between red phosphorus and white phosphorus, and the spontaneous combustion of white phosphorus. Wen Liang accidentally knocked over the tray, and Si Jingya, who was passing by, had the white phosphorus fall onto her skirt and catch fire. Terrified, Wen Liang frantically tried to put out the fire with his hands, touching Si Jingya's entire lower body in the process. The fire was extinguished, but Wen Liang's hands were burned with large blisters. Instead of getting angry, Si Jingya was somewhat moved by Wen Liang's actions and began to take more care of him. Unfortunately, he was like a piece of clay that couldn't be shaped, and she gave up after a year.

Thinking back, Wen Liang looked at Si Jingya with a gentler gaze. At thirty, a woman was in the most beautiful season of her life, without the naivety of a young girl or the vulgarity of a middle-aged woman. Every movement was filled with grace and allure.

Si Jingya wore a silk printed blouse, with a high and firm chest that didn't look like it had been through childbirth, making one want to touch it. A thin, tight-fitting pair of jeans accentuated her buttocks, running down her straight legs to her ankles, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Wen Liang sighed and wrote four words on his homework: "You are a beauty!" Ren Yi leaned over to look, puzzled, "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, you wouldn't understand."

After the teachers left, Ye Yuting announced the selection of class officers. She innovatively invited students to run for office, give speeches, and then vote to select the class committee. This method, usually used in college, was novel in high school and immediately sparked everyone's enthusiasm. Although most people lacked the courage to speak on stage, they still cheered and encouraged each other.

Although high school was a relatively pure period in life, it was undeniable that some people's minds were already developing at this time, and they began to consciously do things. Wen Liang soon received two notes, one from Zhang Tianqi, running for class president, and another from Ma Gang, running for physical education officer. Perhaps their recent impressions of Wen Liang made them think he was a person of influence, so they passed him the notes to feel him out, to see if he was interested in running for office. If there was a conflict, they would negotiate; if not, they asked for his support. Wen Liang smiled and nodded at the two, and Zhang Tianqi and Ma Gang were overjoyed, immediately starting to campaign for votes.

It had to be said that after yesterday's events, the once invisible Wen Liang had gained a bit of influence in Class 3.

Ren Yi nudged Wen Liang, "What are you running for, brother? I'll support you all the way!"

"Running for what?" Wen Liang lowered his voice, "I'm ranked forty-eighth in the class. Running for office would just be asking for trouble." In this era, everyone knew that, except for the physical education officer, all other class officers required excellent grades, and anyone not in the top ten would be ridiculed on stage—let alone passing the teacher's scrutiny!

As expected, after a lively session, those who went on stage to run for office were all top students. Zhang Tianqi was steady and composed, Ma Gang was rugged and outgoing, Li Bao was humorous and entertaining, Chen Xiaozhen was gentle and soft-spoken, and Ji Suxu was graceful and stunning. But what surprised Wen Liang was Zhang Ziyun, the little witch who had been his desk partner for only ten minutes, who had a beautiful voice and sang beautifully.

After the voting, Wen Liang calculated that Zhang Tianqi was elected class president, Ma Gang was the physical education officer, Chen Xiaozhen was the youth league secretary, Li Bao was the hygiene officer, and Ji Suxu was the academic officer. These were exactly the same as the class officers chosen by the previous class teacher, Bi Zhaogang, in his previous life. So, it seemed that talent would always shine through. The only exception was Zhang Ziyun, who unexpectedly rose to become one of the six class officers, replacing the previous music officer, An Jing, in a matter of days. The speed was impressive!

"Jumping the queue... interesting!" Wen Liang glanced at An Jing, who was sulking in the middle of the fourth row, and smiled lecherously.

"What do you mean by jumping the queue?" Ren Yi was full of curiosity.

"Nothing, you wouldn't understand!"

Ren Yi looked frustrated.

Ye Yuting walked to the podium and invited the six class officers to stand in a row, smiling, "I am very surprised by your campaign speeches. I didn't expect our Class 3 to have so many outstanding students. Your performances not only impressed your classmates but also me. I hope you can help the teacher make Class 3 the warmest and most vibrant class in Qingyi High School. Thank you!"

Ye Yuting didn't mention managing the class or improving grades, which made the students like her even more, and they applauded enthusiastically, the applause lasting for a long time.

"Of course, I know that there are many other excellent students who, for various reasons, did not come on stage to run for office. The teacher does not force anyone. I only hope that everyone can support the work of the class officers and the teacher. Thank you."

After saying this, she led the six class officers in a bow. The freshmen, who had just come from junior high, had never seen such a scene before and were momentarily stunned. "Oh my, the teacher is bowing to us, is this a dream?"

Seeing the scene cool down, Wen Liang knew Ye Yuting must be a bit awkward. He forced himself to stand up, clapping and shouting, "Long live Teacher Ye, Teacher Ye is great!" Remembering his past experiences on forums, he felt a deep sense of nostalgia.

Ren Yi, being quick-witted, immediately stood up and joined in, "Long live Teacher Ye, Teacher Ye is great!" But he was still confused. Why "great"? After the two incidents earlier, he didn't have the face to ask Wen Liang why.

The boys, led by Wen Liang, shouted together, the echoes reverberating in the classroom, creating a grand scene.

For a long time afterward, whenever anyone mentioned Teacher Ye, the whole of Qingyi High School knew that "long live" must be followed by "great." Even the principal, Yu Mingde, joked at a meeting, "Long live Teacher Ye, great, which is even more impressive than just 'long live.' Ha ha."

Wen Liang, who stood up first, had sharp eyes and immediately noticed that Ye Yuting's chest was slightly exposed as she bent over, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and the hint of purple lace. The deep cleavage held his gaze.

By the time others stood up, Ye Yuting had already straightened up, and this beautiful scene could only be enjoyed by Wen Liang alone. "Solitary joy is better than shared joy," of course, but our worldview shouldn't be too narrow. We should look at things dialectically. Sometimes, solitary joy doesn't mean only one person, and shared joy doesn't mean it can't be enjoyed alone. Everything is left unsaid.

Ye Yuting's face was slightly flushed, and she looked at the troublemaker Wen Liang with a smile, thinking for a moment, and said, "Wen Liang, you seem calm and composed in the face of challenges. You should come out and do some work for everyone. Since the class officer positions are full, the teacher will create a special position for you—statistical investigator. Your main task will be to collect the opinions and suggestions of the students, whether about life, study, thoughts, or other aspects, and report them to me. I will discuss them with the class officers. How does that sound?"

Wen Liang was speechless. You mean I have to do everything but have no power? In the future, such a person would be called: "taking the blame, wearing a green hat, and watching others have fun"—that's harsh!

At this moment, Wen Liang couldn't refuse and had to nod in agreement. He would just do the bare minimum and be消极怠工. Perhaps seeing through Wen Liang's plan, Ye Yuting added, "Of course, it shouldn't affect your studies. How about this: you need to report at least three to five items per week. What do you think?"

"What if I can't?"

"If you can't, well," Ye Yuting's face turned serious, and her beautiful face took on a hint of menace, "the teacher is fair. If you don't complete the task, you'll have to clean the classroom for a month as a penalty."

"Great, great." The room buzzed with approval, and everyone was delighted.

This was retaliation, blatant retaliation. Wen Liang looked at Ye Yuting and noticed a hint of a smile in her eyes. Fine, I'll admit defeat.

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