Zhao Liya quickly swept her eyes across the classroom. When she saw Zhang Hupan, she could not help but pause. It was not because she recognized Zhang Hupan. Rather, his behavior was simply too abnormal, leaving Zhao Liya feeling somewhat frustrated. Women were contradictory creatures. When a man looked them over with lecherous eyes, they found him annoying and obscene. But once a man stopped paying attention to them, they felt disappointed, even somewhat insulted. Zhao Liya was feeling a bit like that now. When she noticed that every boy in the class was focused on her, she unexpectedly discovered that one boy, dressed in an extremely old-fashioned manner and clearly from some remote place, did not even spare her a proper glance. Women were strange. The more Zhang Hupan ignored her, afraid of inviting trouble, the more she edged toward him. Sure enough, Zhang Hupan, pretending to read, suddenly caught a refreshing fragrance.
"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" a clear, pleasant voice rang out beside him.
Zhang Hupan helplessly raised his head and shook it at Zhao Liya. Taking advantage of raising his head, Zhang Hupan noticed that there was no sign of recognition in Zhao Liya's eyes and finally let go of the worry weighing on his heart. However, even Zhang Hupan, who had cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage, could not see through the complicated look in Zhao Liya's eyes. Whatever. As long as she doesn't recognize me, that's all that matters, Zhang Hupan secretly told himself.
The entire classroom erupted in a commotion woven from surprise, regret, and jealousy. Zhang Hupan, the person involved, had not yet begun to feel the happiness of having a beauty sitting beside him when he first felt the murderous, bone-chilling gazes shooting at him from every direction.
As a Nascent Soul Stage expert who had cultivated for a hundred years, Zhang Hupan's self-control was clearly far above that of the other boys. Although he had confirmed that there was no danger of being recognized, and although having Zhao Liya sit beside him made his blood circulate faster, Zhang Hupan still sat there like a refined gentleman, looking straight ahead without moving his eyes—assuming his old-fashioned outfit could make anyone think of him as a refined gentleman.
This situation continued until class began. All the students in the classroom, including Zhao Liya herself, could not help but admire Zhang Hupan's composure. Of course, everyone, Zhao Liya included, also began to question the amount of male hormones in Zhang Hupan's body. However, when the Scottish beauty appeared, the lecherous look Zhang Hupan revealed completely dispelled everyone's doubts. It also thoroughly damaged Zhao Liya's confidence, to the point that she spent the rest of the English class pondering the old-fashioned boy beside her.
It was not that Zhang Hupan did not want to strike up a conversation with the beauty beside him. It was just that the shadows of the past still lingered in his heart. More importantly, Zhang Hupan had never greeted an unfamiliar girl before, so where would he have the courage to chat up the beauty beside him? Of course, if his encounter with a girl beneath Wudang Mountain counted as greeting an unfamiliar girl, then that would be setting the bar far too high for him.
As for the lecherous look he wore while staring at the Scottish beauty, there were many reasons for it. One was, of course, the Scottish beauty herself. Xindi wore a pink spaghetti-strap dress, with a charming face and limpid, soul-stealing eyes. Any man would take a few extra glances at such a seductive, alluring, and sexy woman. On the other hand, our classmate Zhang Hupan simply could not understand what the beautiful teacher was saying, so he had no choice but to focus his attention on her enticing figure. Naturally, the fact that Zhang Hupan had grown up in a remote mountain wilderness and had never seen a Scottish beauty so revealing, seductive, and charming was another important reason.
Of course, after Song Feng's earnest instruction, Zhang Hupan now understood matters between men and women. He no longer panicked when his blood circulation sped up upon seeing a girl for the first time. Instead, he thoroughly enjoyed the pleasurable sensation this unusual feeling brought him. After a full night of exchanging experiences with his roommates, who seemed to have been reincarnated from lecherous ghosts, Zhang Hupan had already begun to feel deeply ashamed of himself for having preserved his virginity for a hundred years.
Happy times always passed especially quickly. Just as Zhang Hupan was comfortably enjoying his wonderful life, with a beauty seated beside him and another beauty waving before his eyes, the bell signaling the end of class rang. All the boys sighed in reluctant frustration. Only after reluctantly seeing off the beautiful teacher and the lovely Zhao Liya did they slowly rise from their seats. The moment Zhang Hupan heard the bell, however, he did not even spare Zhao Liya a glance before leaving the classroom second, right behind the beautiful teacher. Zhao Liya was so angry that she cursed him inwardly for being blind.
This was not Zhang Hupan's fault. He had not understood half a word during the entire morning's classes and had merely spent hours admiring the teacher's graceful figure. Could anyone blame him for being anxious? The moment class ended, he impatiently rushed to the library to study the basics of English. How could he possibly have remembered Zhao Liya?
There were no classes in the afternoon, so Zhang Hupan studied in the library until it closed that evening. Eating was superfluous to Zhang Hupan anyway, unless it was some delicious delicacy. Naturally, that was impossible to find in the school cafeteria. At most, they might generously add a nutritious green caterpillar to your vegetables.
When Zhang Hupan returned to the dormitory, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. Everyone was staring at him with fervent, admiring eyes.
"What's wrong with you guys? Have flowers grown on my face?" Zhang Hupan asked, puzzled.
"Fourth Brother, I take back everything I said yesterday!" Chen Youmi declared with utmost sincerity.
"Don't, don't. What do you mean?" Zhang Hupan was even more confused.
"Fourth Brother, you're being too damn disloyal! You're still pretending even now. You're a master at picking up girls, a true master!" Hu Zhiming, who was on the upper bunk, cut in when he saw that Zhang Hupan was not taking the hint.
Zhang Hupan was left dumbfounded. How had spending half a day in the library turned him into a master at picking up girls—and a true master at that?
Seeing that Zhang Hupan still refused to confess, Chen Youmi could not help saying, "After the five of us spent the entire afternoon analyzing the matter, we finally understood why Zhao Liya chose to sit beside someone as unfashionable as you. We also finally realized that you're actually a master who keeps a low profile."
"How so?" Zhang Hupan could not help growing curious when he heard that and asked.
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