Teacher Zhou Wears Silk Stockings? Huo Yuhao is Touched!

(Wang Dong'er beautiful image)

At this moment, a crisp notification sound from the system rang out in Huo Yuhao's mind:

[Ding! A-rank mission complete!]

[Reward: 100 Heroic Value has been credited!]

Huo Yuhao knelt beside the podium, saliva from his dry heaving still hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly disheveled.

Yet, his heart was cheering wildly:

One hundred Heroic Value! It was in his hands!

It was worth it, so worth it!

Forget about a kiss; even if he had been asked to carry Teacher Zhou around the plaza three times, he would have done it!

Meanwhile, a system panel popped up in front of Lin Ye, who was sitting in the back row:

[Huo Yuhao has completed the mission, gained feedback points: 111]

[Current system points: 320]

Previously at 239 points, minus the 30 consumed to issue the A-rank mission, plus 111, a net increase of 81.

[Critical reward obtained!]

[Draw chances: 2!]

Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

A critical reward! Two chances to draw!

The classroom had descended into total chaos.

Some students were screaming, some were whispering, and others had already rushed out of the classroom, shouting that they were going to report this to the Academic Affairs Office.

"Evil Soul Master! Teacher Zhou is an Evil Soul Master!"

"Anyone wearing a human-skin mask is no good!"

"Hurry and call Director Du!"

Zhou Yi covered her face in a panic, her young face filled with terror and embarrassment.

She never imagined that the elderly persona she had painstakingly maintained for years would be kissed away by a brat on such an absurd morning.

She turned and ran, but as her high heels hit the smooth floor, her foot slipped—

"Thud—"

She fell heavily to the ground.

Her pant leg rolled up, revealing a calf wrapped in black silk stockings.

Those stockings featured delicate lace patterns, clearly worn to reward Fan Yu the night before.

A few sharp-eyed students saw it and let out another round of exclamations.

"Look! Teacher Zhou is wearing high-sheen stockings!"

"What Evil Soul Master? This is clearly a vixen!"

"No, no, this must be her true form revealed after the human-skin mask was torn off, right?"

Zhou Yi scrambled up from the floor, not bothering to brush off the dust, and ran out while covering her face.

Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed.

It wasn't from shame; it was from rage.

Huo Yuhao! You just wait!

The incident blew up.

Many students ran straight to the Academic Affairs Office, embellishing the story as they reported that Zhou Yi was "wearing a human-skin mask" and was "suspected of being an Evil Soul Master."

When Director Du Weilun received the report, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He rushed to the classroom personally, learned the ins and outs of the situation, and then suppressed the matter under the guise of a "teaching accident."

After all, Zhou Yi had powerful backing.

Her husband, Fan Yu, was a pillar of the Soul Guidance Department, an eighth-rank Soul Engineer, and a top candidate for the next Dean of the Soul Guidance Department.

Who would dare touch Fan Yu's wife?

Besides, wearing a human-skin mask wasn't exactly illegal or against the rules.

If someone wanted to be beautiful and didn't want to show their true face in front of students, what was the problem?

Du Weilun settled the matter in a few words, then spoke with several student representatives, using both soft and hard tactics to finally calm the storm.

Afterward, Zhou Yi continued to serve as the homeroom teacher for Class One.

However, she never wore that elderly mask again.

Every day in class, she appeared with her true face.

The students' gazes toward her had changed; from fear to curiosity, and from awe to... well, still a bit of awe.

But this awe was different from before.

Previously, they feared she would throw them out the window.

Now, they feared she would show up to class wearing high-sheen stockings.

As for her dignity... it had, more or less, diminished somewhat.

Huo Yuhao did not escape this ordeal either.

Although Zhou Yi did not expel him, the punishment still had to be served.

Donning an iron vest, he had to run two hundred laps around the plaza, not a single one less.

The heavy iron vest pressed down on his shoulders, and every step he took left a shallow footprint in the ground.

Huo Yuhao dragged his exhausted body forward, step by step, sweat streaming down his cheeks as his school uniform became completely soaked.

Just then, a flurry of rapid footsteps sounded from behind him.

"Huo Yuhao, I'll keep you company!"

A rough, feminine voice rang out. Ren Zhu caught up from behind, covering the distance in a few strides until she was right beside him.

Huo Yuhao was stunned. He turned his head to look, meeting that coarse, large face.

"Classmate Ren Zhu?"

Ren Zhu said nothing more, simply running with her head down, keeping pace with him.

Huo Yuhao's eyes suddenly grew warm, and an indescribable bitterness welled up inside him.

He blinked, barely holding it back.

In his own words, his "eyes wanted to pee."

"Classmate Ren Zhu, after how I treated you, you actually..." Huo Yuhao's voice choked up.

He was truly moved.

Since the day he enrolled, he had been recognized by the entire school as a freak.

Which of the tasks he performed hadn't been completed under the gaze of others looking at him like a madman?

No one had ever been willing to play with him.

No one had ever taken the initiative to approach him.

Yet now, this Ren Zhu, whom he had slapped across the face, had actually come to run laps with him?

Huo Yuhao's nose stung, and he nearly burst into tears on the spot.

Ren Zhu—or rather, the sliver of Tang San's divine consciousness controlling her body—felt a flash of ruthlessness in her eyes.

Huo Yuhao, since you are the Child of Destiny, then I must keep a firm grip on you!

What is a single slap?

This bit of humiliation is something This God King can still endure!

As long as I keep you under my control, the fate of the Douluo Continent will still be decided by me, Tang San!

Tang San sneered inwardly, yet his face squeezed into a simple, honest smile, his large yellow teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Huo Yuhao was moved to a mess. He sniffled hard and said solemnly:

"Ren Zhu, although you are ugly, you are very kind. Don't worry, I am willing to be your friend!"

Ren Zhu's smile froze, "..."

After school that evening, Lin Ye went to the city gate again to sell milk tea.

This business made money far too quickly; he only needed to inject a sliver of soul power into the Milk Tea Maker, and a cup of fragrant milk tea would be ready.

Earning one Gold Soul Coin per cup was nothing short of exorbitant profit.

Lin Ye had crunched the numbers; at this rate, it wouldn't be long before he could buy a courtyard in Shrek City outright.

Amidst the crowd, a small head squeezed through.

Two green braided pigtails were particularly eye-catching in the throng, and her petite figure darted left and right until she finally managed to squeeze in front of the stall.

"Xiao Xiao? Would you like a cup?" Lin Ye asked with a smile while busy at work.

Xiao Xiao stood before the stall with her hands behind her back, fidgeting, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Lin Ye, I heard you were setting up a stall here, so I came to take a look..."

Lin Ye had already prepared a cup, inserted a straw, and held it out. "Here you go."

Xiao Xiao waved her hands hurriedly. "No, no... I didn't come to mooch a drink, I just wanted to see..."

Lin Ye shoved it into her hands and said nonchalantly, "Just take it. Since we're friends, I won't charge you."

Xiao Xiao took the milk tea, her face turning even redder. Friends? He said we were friends...