The Ultimate Campus Belle

Su Ke felt his heartbeat reaching its limit. His breathing had long since become ragged, his chest heaving violently as his legs moved forward mechanically. Although he kept his head down, he knew the girl was less than ten meters away; he could catch up to her if he just picked up his pace a little.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, stinging his eyes as they seeped in. The sharp, burning sensation forced him to reach up and rub them, using the moment as a cover to steal a glance forward.

First, he saw a pair of long, alabaster legs, and looking higher, a pair of denim shorts. The shorts were perfectly sized, hugging her rounded buttocks tightly; as she walked, they swayed like two bouncing balls. She wore a sky-blue cotton T-shirt, and Su Ke could even faintly make out the strap of her white bra.

What do I do? What on earth am I supposed to do? Just that one look had Su Ke feeling so nervous he was dizzy. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then another.

"Screw it!" Su Ke quickened his pace, breaking into a light jog. His arms swung naturally like pendulums, his palms slick with sweat. She was getting closer: six meters, three meters, one meter.

"Smack!" A crisp sound rang out.

Just before he brushed past the girl, Su Ke swung his right hand, his palm striking her left buttock. It was soft yet incredibly resilient. Before his hand bounced off, Su Ke clearly felt the curve of the flesh, like an inverted bowl.

"Eek!" The girl let out a startled cry and immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. She realized who the culprit was at once and shouted, "You, stop right there!"

The moment his palm touched her, Su Ke's mind had gone blank, as if he'd been electrocuted. His body's momentum carried him forward a few steps, but when her voice rang out, he stopped as if turned to stone. He desperately wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey.

"You just touched my butt!" The girl's voice trembled with anger, and her breathing grew heavy and ragged.

Su Ke kept his head bowed low; he didn't have the courage to look up. He didn't know how to face this. His legs felt like jelly, and he feared he might collapse at any moment, but he knew he had to defend himself, or he'd never be able to clear his name—especially since he really had touched her.

"I, I didn't!" Su Ke managed to squeeze the words through his teeth, his voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"What's your name? What grade are you in? Look up and let me see who you are!" The girl fired off three demands in rapid succession, then fell silent.

Su Ke slowly raised his head. He felt his face burning and knew it must look like a monkey's backside, but he didn't dare disobey. Sweat poured down his face. He already regretted his actions; if the dean found out, he'd definitely be suspended and his parents would be called in.

He was acting like a total pervert!

"I, I really didn't touch you!" Su Ke felt like crying; he must have been possessed by a demon just now.

"Then who touched me just now?" The girl's voice suddenly turned sharp, making Su Ke shudder.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" Su Ke shook his head vigorously.

"Fine, if it wasn't you, then forget it!" The girl turned to walk away, and Su Ke finally let out a breath of relief.

"Is my butt resilient, then?" the girl asked casually as she turned her head.

"Yes!" Su Ke blurted out, but he realized his mistake the moment the words left his lips. He saw the girl's expression shift violently, and she lunged at him, claws bared.

Su Ke's face turned deathly pale. I'm finished, he thought.

Just then, a bell rang.

The school bell, usually so annoying, sounded like a heavenly melody. The girl hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran off, shooting Su Ke a fierce glare as she went.

"Report!" Su Ke, drenched in sweat, stood at the classroom door. Seeing the math teacher's eyebrows arch as he stared at him, he quickly lowered his head.

After a minute or two, Su Ke could feel the entire class staring at him, making his skin crawl as if covered in ants. Only then did he hear the math teacher's impatient voice: "Come in!"

Keeping his head down, he hurried to his seat, pulled out his textbook, and stared at the blackboard. Seeing that Su Ke was behaving, the math teacher didn't say anything more and continued the lesson.

Just as Su Ke sat up straight, focusing intently on the blackboard, a strange space suddenly appeared in his mind. In front of him was something like an electronic screen, and accompanied by a cold, mechanical synthesized voice, a line of text appeared.

"Task: Touch Li Feifei's butt (Completed). Reward: 100 RMB."

"Flower Picking System successfully activated. Bonus reward: High School Mathematics Mastery (Beginner)."

"Please claim!"

Su Ke had known about this strange electronic screen for a while. The text on it had been prompting him to complete this butt-touching task every day. From his initial anxiety to finally biting the bullet and trying it today, the text had finally changed.

Select: Claim!

A flash of white light flickered in the strange space, and Su Ke felt a jolt. His whole body felt refreshed, like drinking an ice-cold cola on a scorching day, followed by a loud, involuntary burp.

The next moment, a piece of paper appeared in his right hand, which he had been keeping inside his desk drawer. He pulled it out and saw it was a crisp, red note featuring one of the most important men of his life: the beloved Chairman Mao.

He secretly checked the hundred-yuan bill for security features, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"It's real, it's real! This Flower Picking System is real!" Su Ke fought to suppress the urge to shout, but the surprise in his heart made him chuckle aloud.

"Su Ke!" The math teacher suddenly noticed Su Ke grinning like an idiot. His face darkened, and he threw the chalk in his hand directly at Su Ke's desk with a level of accuracy that could only come from years of practice.

"Su Ke, how do you solve this problem?" The math teacher's eyes were wide; if glares were flying daggers, Su Ke would have been a hedgehog by now.

"Huh?" Su Ke stood up immediately. Looking at the jumble of numbers on the blackboard, his mind went blank again. Math had never been his strong suit; he could barely scrape a passing grade on his exams. Now, under the teacher's glare, he was completely at a loss.

"Late for class, not paying attention—did you come to school to study or to fatten yourself up? You're wasting your own time and failing your parents' expectations! If this is how you're going to be, you might as well not come in at all!" The math teacher seemed genuinely furious, his voice rising with every word. Seeing Su Ke's innocent expression only fueled his anger, and he pointed at the classroom door: "Get out, right now!"