After morning exercises, the first class was English. The teacher wrote a passage on the electronic board at the podium. Instantly, it appeared on the 4x1.5-meter whiteboard behind—a large display disguised as ordinary.
Modern education had gone fully digital. Ms. Qin Jiangshu, the English teacher, had a masculine name but was a stunning 23-year-old beauty. Her ash-blonde hair and fluent English gave her mature charm. Dressed in office-lady style, she was the epitome of a teacher.
Heh heh…
Wang Dongping, Yan Lingxuan’s comrade, chuckled unnaturally. Yan Lingxuan shot him a sideways glance. As always in Ms. Qin’s class, Wang wore a lecherous grin, eyes glued to her. Understandable—her allure was unmatched. Most boys stared; Yan’s other two comrades drooled shamelessly.
Today, Ms. Qin in a camisole and black stockings was extra alluring. Yan Lingxuan stole glances under her skirt. Fair skin, an hourglass figure, glasses adding intellect—no wonder she was No.2 High’s belle.
By the way, she was single and likely a virgin. Truly, Ms. Qin was the best!
Heh heh…
Lost in fantasy, Yan Lingxuan chuckled unnaturally too.
“Disgusting pervert!”
Su Fangwen, four desks ahead, muttered in disgust at his expression.
Ring ring ring…
The bell rang, but Ms. Qin kept teaching.
Knock knock.
The classroom door was tapped lightly.
“Come in.”
Everyone, including Ms. Qin, turned to the door.
Hiss—the sliding door glided left. Homeroom teacher Zhang Yuhua, 56, stern in white-framed glasses, entered. She nodded to Ms. Qin. “Sorry.” Behind her followed two girls in casual wear.
Zhang Yuhua stood on the podium with them, surveying fifty-plus students. “Unexpected, but we have two transfers today. Welcome them.”
Su Fangwen gasped—it was Bai Lingyue and Katherine from yesterday! She glanced back at Yan Lingxuan, who looked equally shocked.
“Hello, I’m Yan Lingyue,” Bai Lingyue said warmly.
“I’m Katherine. Nice to meet you,” Katherine added.
Their smiles captivated everyone, especially boys. A glimpse of perfection—truly the world’s most beautiful beings! Two of them!
“Black long straight hair!”
“Korean or Japanese?”
“Jewish?”
“Returnees?”
“Beauties!”
“Boyfriends?”
“Where do you live?”
“Measurements?”
“Hobbies?”
“Free-time activities?”
“Favorite guy type?”
“Favorite food?”
“Favorite color?”
“Barefoot or stockings in skirts?” Wang Dongping asked.
“Blue-and-white striped underwear?” Jiang Lehao chimed.
“Black lace suits you,” Ma Zhixiu declared.
All three turned to Yan Lingxuan. Their stares said, “Your turn.” After seconds of silence, their expressions turned scornful. “Traitor! Burn at the stake!”
“Fine. Who’s scared?” Yan Lingxuan shouted toward the podium. “Yan Lingyue, be my little sister?!”
His loud voice drew every eye to him. His comrades looked like he was doomed.
“Mm, okay.”
A clear voice replied. Everyone heard it.
Katherine, not to be outdone, pressed two fingers to her crimson lips. “Then I’ll be Lingxuan’s lover.” She blew him a sexy kiss.
“…”
“Damn! What’s this?!”
“What tricks did you pull? Know them?!”
“Traitor! Burn him!”
Facing his comrades’ outrage and jealous stares, Yan Lingxuan flipped his bangs. Tilting his head 30 degrees, he said, “Who can blame me? I’m just too handsome.”
(Girls’ thought: Not bad-looking, but his posing is disgusting.)
Thud thud…
Zhang Yuhua slammed the podium, silencing the chaos. The knocks echoed.
Everyone snapped to attention at her stern face.
“Enough pranks. Don’t trouble the transfers. You’ll sit—”
“Teacher, can we choose seats?” Bai Lingyue asked innocently, head tilted.
Zhang Yuhua frowned but nodded. Empty seats were plentiful.
“Thank you.”
Bai Lingyue walked down. Katherine followed like a curious child, eyes wide.
They’d disguised themselves—Bai Lingyue’s silver hair now black, Katherine’s golden locks brown. Bai Lingyue, ethnically Chinese, radiated classical elegance. Katherine, with chest-length curls and milky skin, looked like a Dubai princess—but her ample bosom stole the show. That cleavage dwarfed every other girl’s at No.2 High.
All eyes followed them. Ms. Qin was forgotten. Even girls wanted them nearby, but Zhang Yuhua’s glare kept everyone silent, breaths held.
The classroom had thirty-two double-seats—plenty of room.
Watching the goddesses approach, Wang Dongping fantasized: *If only they’d sit with me…*
His dream seemed real—they stopped right before him.
Heart pounding, Wang forced a gentlemanly smile. He swallowed, cleared his throat softly. “How can I help? Want to sit here? I’ll clear space immediately…” (*Meaning: Kick Yan out anytime?*)
“Sorry, could you give up this seat?” Bai Lingyue asked politely.
“I want to sit with Lingxuan too,” Katherine added.
“…”
Wang stood speechless.
