Little Beauty Puppy

Under the teaching building stood a parasol tree. Its palm-shaped leaves had been blown golden-red by the autumn wind, carpeting the ground in desolation.

Ahead, white lines marked out one parking space after another, neat and orderly like an enlarged version of hopscotch from childhood. Yet now they were packed with flashy little cars. The reason they seemed flashy was that most of them were small sports cars worth several hundred thousand yuan, such as BMW Minis and Audi TTs. It seemed the students here all came from unusually wealthy families.

But considering the Lamborghini, Porsche, Ferrari, business-class Mercedes-Benzes, Bentley Bentaygas, and other cars worth several million yuan parked at the academy entrance, it was not difficult to imagine why.

"Could that girl be going astray?"

An Yang frowned, found an empty space, squeezed his way in, and then walked toward the teaching building.

Whether from a lack of maintenance or simply its age, the teaching building possessed a heavy, ancient cultural atmosphere. Parts of the building's outer surface had already peeled away. A casual swipe would leave a layer of yellowish-gray dust streaked with black rain grime. Moss had grown in some places, as though a pale green coat had been painted over them, while several ivy vines clung to the walls.

It was clearly class time. Many classrooms in the building were occupied, and looking in through the back doors revealed girls everywhere, each one more charming and beautiful than the last. Their looks were generally even better than those of the girls in Yizhou University's foreign-language department, which had the most female students, and its Chinese department, known for producing the most graceful students. But it was easy to understand why. After all, this was how they made their living.

Being beautiful was one thing, and having