"Wah... wah...!!!! Ha!!"

He Jianmei Ling woke up. Haha! This method really works—the TV drama didn’t lie!

How did I wake her?

Cut to a different angle.

From a third-person, God’s-eye view: my left hand pinched He Jianmei Ling’s nose; my right covered her mouth.

How to explain this? The trick exploits our need to breathe. It triggers survival instinct—forcing the body to override the brain. Oxygen deprivation jolts the will awake.

I’d tested it successfully on He Jianmei Ling. This is the ultimate wake-up trump card—only for emergencies!

Why? Look at her now, fully conscious. Her beautiful eyes wide open, glaring daggers. Fire blazed in them—as if she could kill me with a look.

That’s the side effect. It leaves a deep impression, casting shadows in the heart. Oxygen deprivation feels awful.

They say suffocation is one of the most painful deaths. Misuse this method, and it could kill. Kids, don’t try this!

Sure, I could list countless death methods—their appearances, pain levels—but now’s not the time. He Jianmei Ling’s awake. The method worked, but I’m facing the fallout.

She snapped out of it. I watched her movements. The daze faded from her eyes. She opened her cherry-red lips:

"Yikes! What happened? Why so awful? I’m dying!!!"

Gasping desperately! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

Then she turned and stared at me.

Sparks flew!

I’d yanked my hands back the instant she woke. My hands "fulfilled" her dream—more like nightmare—but I do good deeds anonymously. Still, she must have sensed something.

My brain raced. Time to use my wit! Organize words. Ready to bluff—no, explain!

It felt like bullet time. Time slowed. I felt every second. My mind kicked into overdrive. Yes—people fight hardest when cornered!

A glance lasting millennia! A thought eternal! Is this a superpower?

Nah, overthinking. Just a loser’s last struggle.

"Teacher, first—apologies! Sorry! But I had reasons to wake you like this. Did you know you were drunk? Did you dump all responsibility on a student? Remember forcing me to drink? I’m underage! Do you know how hard it was bringing you and the girls here? I gave my all—you just slept! I needed you awake urgently. No choice! Now I need a clear head to guide us. Can you still be angry?"

Perfect! Take the initiative. Hit her with big principles, big wisdom—leave her speechless. Turn passive to active. From serf to master! I’m brilliant! Hahahaha!

It worked. Furious He Jianmei Ling, eyes wide, shifted to defense. Her aggressive aura weakened. Nice! My follow-up doubled the damage—critical hit!

"Um... well... it’s nothing. Don’t be mad! You’re a great man—don’t scold a little girl. Be magnanimous. Forget this."

She remembered her role: homeroom teacher, taking underage students drinking, getting them drunk, making a student clean up. Embarrassment hit. Guilt replaced her fire.

Her face flushed with shame. Rosy blushes bloomed. The anger in her eyes melted into guilt.

My words sobered her—partly from shock, partly shame. Drunkenness lingered but hid beneath the surface.

She avoided the topic. Quickly changed subject:

"Ah, Xia Chuan Yuan—why wake me?"

She wasn’t angry anymore. Her own mess demanded attention.

I knew she was deflecting. But she gave me an out—I took it. My goal was distraction anyway. Perfect effect—why complain?

"Teacher, I drove your car near my place. Don’t know the girls’ or your addresses. They’re dead asleep. You’re the backbone—a true people’s teacher, nurturing young minds. As elder and leader, you must have solutions. Guide me!"

My flattery worked wonders. Hangover or love for praise—her nose nearly lifted off.

So easy to please. A few sweet words, and she’s thrilled. If all girls were like this, I wouldn’t be single.

"Thanks for trusting me, Xia Chuan Yuan. My duty. Since you want orders—just take everyone to your house! Let’s go!"

"Teacher, bad idea! What’ll they think tomorrow? Their reputations! I’m a boy—they’re girls. We shouldn’t be close. Give another order!"

"Change orders... Hmm... Your suggestion, Xia Chuan Yuan?"

"Take them to your place. You’re a woman—no gossip if girls leave your house. Now you’re up, I’ll get your address. Best plan. Then text parents from their phones or yours. Right?"

"Hmm, thoughtful. Good idea. Drive to my place. House key’s with the car keys. Address is..."

She blurted all her details—almost gave coordinates. I cut her off. I can see for myself, right?

Plan B won. A few compliments made two people happy. One clueless—sold and counting the seller’s money.

Flattery—bluffing—is the greatest weapon!