Su Wanqing bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice:
"Lin Mo... what's your situation like in the game right now?
If... if I find you, are you safe over there?"
She was probing.
Probing Lin Mo's strength, probing the value of throwing her lot in with him.
Lin Mo looked at her and suddenly smiled.
This woman calculated every word and acted with a purpose in everything she did.
"I changed classes," he said indifferently.
Su Wanqing's hand suddenly tightened.
"Ch-changed classes?" Her voice trembled slightly. "It's only the second day of the game, and you've already changed classes?"
"Mn."
"What class?" she pressed eagerly, her fingertips clenching.
Lin Mo paused, then finally spat out two words indifferently: "Lord."
Su Wanqing froze on the spot.
The expression on her face instantly solidified, those pretty eyes widening bit by bit, her breathing suddenly turning hurried, her chest heaving slightly.
"Lord? ... Is that the Legendary Lord?!"
She muttered to herself, as if suddenly remembering something, her expression changing abruptly, her voice rising by several notches. "Yesterday's global announcement... the first person to change classes to a Legendary Lord..."
She slammed her head up, locking her gaze firmly onto Lin Mo, and blurted out: "It's you?!"
She failed to control her volume, causing several surrounding classmates to cast sideways glances.
Su Wanqing hurriedly lowered her voice, the shock in the depths of her eyes not diminishing in the slightest as she practically leaned right into Lin Mo's ear to press him:
"Lin Mo, the person in that global announcement... was it really you?!"
Lin Mo neither nodded nor shook his head.
Yet this precisely measured silence was itself the clearest answer.
Su Wanqing's hands trembled uncontrollably, and this time, it was no feigned, weak act, but genuine, unadulterated shock.
She looked at Lin Mo, her gaze complex to the extreme.
It intertwined hard-to-believe shock, unconcealable envy, the relief of a narrow escape, and an increasingly resolute determination.
She had grabbed the right thigh.
This was the sole thought in her mind at that moment.
The person who was the very first in the world to change classes to a Legendary Lord was sitting right here beside her, and she had already gotten involved with him...
This was simply a heaven-sent opportunity!
Su Wanqing took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress her surging emotions.
She slowly loosened her grip on Lin Mo's hand, but her body naturally leaned in closer, nearly pressing against his arm.
"Lin Mo..." Her voice turned exceptionally soft, carrying a hint of coquetting:
"When I find you, you have to protect me.
A weak woman like me... really wouldn't survive in a world like that."
As she spoke, she lightly rubbed her shoulder against Lin Mo's arm, her movements intimate and natural.
Lin Mo could clearly feel the softness pressed tightly against him, as well as the warmth of their touching skin.
"Let's see how you perform," he said indifferently.
Su Wanqing's eyes instantly lit up:
"I'll be very good! I'll do whatever you tell me to do!
My combat power might not be much, but I can handle internal affairs, manage logistics, and step out to handle social negotiations and diplomacy!
As an art student, my aesthetic sense is definitely on point, and I can help you keep an eye on your territory's construction and planning design later on!"
Lin Mo raised his gaze to look at her.
Su Wanqing's cheeks flushed slightly, making it unclear whether it was from excitement or bashfulness.
She suddenly raised her hand, her fingertips brushing lightly across the back of Lin Mo's hand in a slow movement that carried a hint of ambiguous seduction.
"Besides..." Her voice dropped extremely low, the tail end of it wrapped in a trace of a seemingly existent hint:
"I'll make you feel very comfortable. Yesterday... was just the beginning.
I have a very strong learning ability, and whatever you teach me, I can learn quickly."
This words had already been spoken quite bluntly.
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly sensing that the gazes cast by the surrounding boys had already soared from envy and jealousy to the point where they wished they could skin him alive and eat him raw.
Yet he did not care.
"Class is starting," he said.
Su Wanqing smiled brightly, withdrew her hand, and obediently straightened her posture.
However, she did not return to her own seat, choosing instead to sit right beside Lin Mo, opening her textbook with a matter-of-fact air.
The old professor stepped into the classroom to the sound of the bell, and the lecturing voice slowly began.
Su Wanqing listened with exceptional focus, lowering her head from time to time to take notes.
Only her knee kept pressing against Lin Mo's leg in an elusive manner, that lingering contact making the palm of one's heart itch.
Lin Mo leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on the edge of the desk in a posture that was both lazy and relaxed.
She turned her head to cast a swift glance at him, a mischievous smile flashing in the depths of her eyes.
Immediately afterward, she quietly slipped her hand beneath the desk, her fingertips lightly brushing against the back of his hand.
Lin Mo turned his hand over to grip hers.
Su Wanqing's face flushed beet red in an instant, though she did not pull away; instead, she gently tightened her fingers, interlocking them with his.
The two of them held hands like this beneath the desk, each looking more proper than the last on the surface as they stared with focused gazes at the blackboard, occasionally even following along to jot down a few notes.
This feeling... was thrilling!
Lin Mo had to admit that Su Wanqing understood all too well how to stir people's hearts.
This sort of covert communication in a public setting was far more enticing than raw, private temptation.
The moment the break bell rang, Su Wanqing finally released his hand, smiling with curved eyes: "I'm going to the washroom, then. Wait for me."
She finished speaking and stood up to leave, her pace brisk.
The moment she walked away, Zhou Ming darted over from the back row, wearing a look of shock
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