Chapter 8: Yang Xuefei

In the principal’s office, Principal Deng quickly completed Yan Yu’s enrollment paperwork.

“Young Master Yan, here is your school uniform and the key to your locker. As for the rest of your textbooks and supplies, I’ll have a teacher bring them to you later.”

“Thank you, Principal Deng.”

Principal Deng squinted his eyes and said, “Ah, there’s no need to be so formal in private. Just call me Little Deng.”

Yan Yu couldn’t help but laugh. “Principal Deng, I still know the importance of respecting teachers. If I were to be so casual, the mothers would think their sons were poorly raised.”

Hearing Yan Yu mention the mothers, Principal Deng didn’t dare insist further. “As expected of Young Master Yan. In that case, I’ll shamelessly accept the title of principal.”

“Hmm… Which class am I in?” Yan Yu asked.

“Class 2, Senior Year.”

“Then I’ll head to class now. Goodbye, Principal Deng.” Yan Yu gathered his uniform and prepared to leave the office.

“Young Master Yan, would you like me to escort you?”

“No need!”

Stepping out of the principal’s office, Yan Yu felt a bit embarrassed. Wasn’t Principal Deng being a little too enthusiastic?

He knew, of course, that it was because of his third mother. In truth, he had wanted to ask Principal Deng about Zhao Qingqing, but he understood perfectly well that Principal Deng might not give him a straight answer.

There was, however, someone else who could help. Yan Yu’s lips curled into a smile as he decided to find Captain Zhang Dagen, the security chief who’d stopped him at the school gate, after class today.

Rongcheng First High was a prestigious school, fully equipped with locker rooms and storage facilities. After changing into his new uniform in the locker room, Yan Yu looked much fresher and more presentable.

Gone was the patched-up army coat; the country bumpkin had transformed into a dashing young man.

Gazing at his reflection in the mirror, Yan Yu laughed heartily. “Handsome—devastatingly so!”

Buoyed by his own charm, he made his way to the door of Class 2 just as the bell rang for class. The students were already in their seats, and Yan Yu stood alone in the corridor.

Barely ten seconds after the bell, the crisp sound of high heels echoed down the hallway. Yan Yu glanced up and was immediately stunned by the teacher’s poise.

The approaching female teacher looked barely older than twenty, her complexion flawless, hair neatly tied back to reveal a smooth forehead, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose. She wore a black business suit with stockings—a vision of professional allure.

Yan Yu couldn’t help but recall the time he and his master had secretly watched a certain foreign adult film together.

The kind with a single type of character, a fleeting plot, and all action from start to finish!

Ahem. Lust is void; the void is lust.

“You must be Yan Yu?” the teacher asked, giving him a quick once-over.

“That’s right—Yan as in the King of Hell,” Yan Yu replied promptly.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m your homeroom teacher, Su Han. Come in with me.”

With such a homeroom teacher, Yan Yu felt sure his school life would be nothing short of delightful. He followed Su Han into the classroom, even fussing with his bangs to make a good impression on his new classmates.

“Everyone, please welcome our new transfer student, Yan Yu,” Su Han announced.

A smattering of applause greeted him as Yan Yu glanced down, only to be dumbfounded.

He was the only one in the entire classroom wearing the school uniform!

What was with the fat guy in the first row who was still sleeping? And the so-called “dinosaur” by the window—could she stop preening in the mirror? The hulking brute in the last row—who allowed him to lift dumbbells during class?

On his way here, Yan Yu had seen the other classes diligently engaged in their morning studies, so why was his own class in utter disarray?

Fortunately, he wasn’t here for the academics.

Su Han nodded with satisfaction. “Such enthusiastic applause! Clearly, everyone already likes our new classmate.”

Yan Yu muttered in exasperation, “Enthusiastic? Are you blind or am I deaf…?”

Scanning the room, Yan Yu spotted Li Kang, Xu Jin, Yang Xuefei, and the others among the students.

“All right, you’ll be seated next to Yang Xuefei. The first period is about to begin, so get settled,” Su Han instructed.

Following her gesture, Yan Yu saw that the only vacant seat left was beside Yang Xuefei, whom he’d met just yesterday.

Without hesitation, Yan Yu slung his bag over his shoulder and strode to her side, plopping down and winking at her. “Hello, Feifei.”

“Hello,” Yang Xuefei replied simply, evidently unmoved.

Yan Yu sensed murderous glares from behind. Turning to look, he found half the boys in the class staring daggers at him, as if wishing to skin him alive.

“How strange,” Yan Yu murmured. “Why’s everyone looking at me? Just because I’m better looking than them?”

Yang Xuefei, who had been reading, couldn’t help but snicker. Shaking her head, she said, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Su Han, the English teacher, left after settling Yan Yu in, since the first period was mathematics. The math teacher hadn’t arrived yet, and two students approached Yan Yu at his desk.

“Kid, who do you think you are, transferring into Rongcheng First High?” demanded the hulking brute in just a thin tracksuit, who had been lifting dumbbells moments earlier.

“Me? I’m from Mount Emei,” Yan Yu answered truthfully.

The fat boy from the front row, who’d been napping and drooling, also came over. “Ha! Mount Emei? So you really are a mountain bumpkin, huh? Do we look like people you can fool?”

Yan Yu studied the pair before him and silently nodded.

“You…” The brute glared at him, while the fat boy added, “Do you know why that seat is empty? Yang Xuefei is the class beauty—nobody else is worthy of sitting beside her!”

So that was it! Yan Yu slapped his thigh. The boys resented him because he was sitting next to their goddess.

“But there’s no other seat left. What, do you want me to sit on the class beauty’s lap?” Yan Yu replied, feigning innocence.

“Cocky, aren’t you? Looking for a beating?” The fat boy rolled up his sleeves, clearly ready for a fight.

Yan Yu wasn’t the least bit afraid. With a physique like that—more fat than muscle—he could send ten of them flying with a single kick!

“You’re disturbing my reading,” Yang Xuefei interjected at that moment.

The fat boy instantly deflated, hunching his shoulders. “Feifei, you read first. We’ll deal with him later.”

Yang Xuefei ignored them entirely. Just then, the math teacher walked in, and the two troublemakers slunk back to their seats.

Yan Yu turned to gaze at Yang Xuefei’s beautiful profile and suddenly asked, “Do you have irregular periods?”