“Uncle!” Lu Shuang cried out, quickly snatching her phone back. “You’re invading my privacy!”
“You didn’t lock your screen.”
“Well, you should know better than to look at things you shouldn’t!”
She had expected her uncle to scold her sternly for being disrespectful, but after a moment of silence, he actually apologized straightforwardly.
“Sorry.”
This caught Lu Shuang off guard. In truth, there was nothing particularly private on that page. She had made such a fuss out of guilt, trying to divert attention and cover up the fact that she had been playing with her phone.
Now, faced with such an apology, her bravado deflated.
A moment later, she heard her uncle ask in a slightly hesitant tone—
“Teacher Yu Zhi…” He paused. “Does she often ask you about me?”
“Huh?” Lu Shuang was a bit confused by the question. After thinking for a moment, she replied, “Not often, really? Just occasionally?” She glanced at her uncle’s unreadable expression, her confidence waning further. “Why? Am I… not allowed to answer?”
Could it be some kind of business secret?
Lu Yanxi, who seemed lost in thought, snapped back to attention.
“No,” he said after a moment of consideration. “You can tell her.”
Oh, if it’s okay to tell her, then why make such a big deal out of it? Lu Shuang was inwardly grumbling when she saw Lu Yanxi reach out and tap the desk. “You have three minutes to reply to Teacher Yu Zhi. Then I’m confiscating your phone. Focus on your studies.”
Tyrant!
Though unwilling, Lu Shuang quickly sent a message to Yu Zhi.
“Our school’s opening ceremony is at 8 a.m. on Saturday. I’m running the 800-meter race in the morning, Teacher Yu Zhi. You can come whenever you like.”
Yu Zhi thought for a moment. “I probably won’t be able to make it that early. Let’s meet up after your opening ceremony ends.”
“Okay!”
After confirming the time, Lu Shuang glanced at Lu Yanxi, who was still waiting, and reluctantly handed over her phone.
“What about the sports day the day after tomorrow?”
“You’ll get it back that morning.”
Heartless uncle!
Lu Yanxi returned to his study and casually placed the phone with its flashy decorations into a nearby drawer.
As soon as he sat down, he recalled the words—
“What about your uncle?”
“Isn’t he coming?”
Those few short words seemed to linger on his tongue, chewed over and over again.
Was she really that concerned about whether he would go?
Did she want him to go, or did she hope he wouldn’t?
If he went, she might feel nervous, but if he didn’t, would she… be disappointed?
Yu Zhi didn’t dwell on it too much. After taking her medicine, she went to bed early.
Though she was a night owl, her health came first.
But that damned eerie sound rang out again.
“Entering Chapter 22 of the ‘Chasing the Aloof Flower’ plotline.”
Yu Zhi: “…Can’t a person get any rest?” Come to think of it, it was strange. Had the frequency of entering these plotlines increased lately?
Coincidence? Or was there some pattern behind it?
There was no time to ponder further. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in a classroom. Another new setting to unlock?
The classroom was empty except for…
Yu Zhi glanced to the side. A boy with impeccable posture was focused on scribbling something on the paper in front of him. His expression was cold, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if she, a living person, didn’t exist at all.
Actually, Zhong Shiyu was mostly like this—sometimes this kind of aloofness could be quite alluring. But today… how should I put it? It seemed a bit different. Compared to his usual High Mountain Flower demeanor of noble coldness, Yu Zhi faintly felt that his coldness today carried a hint of… anger.
What happened? Did she make him angry?
But it seemed like she was always making him angry.
What was the previous chapter about again? That time in the infirmary, getting all touchy-feely, right? The later plotline was glossed over, of course they weren’t caught, and Yu Zhi managed to brush off Chen Yihan.
But it was definitely enough to make Zhong Shiyu furious, after all, the High Mountain Flower almost lost his reputation.
“Host, please proceed with the plotline as soon as possible.”
The System began to urge.
Yu Zhi sighed resignedly in her heart. Fine, eyes open and get to work—let her see where today’s “work” would start.
Yu Zhi moved closer and wrapped her arm around Zhong Shiyu’s.
“What’s wrong? Still angry?”
In the original work, Yu Zhi was especially clingy toward Zhong Shiyu—if she could be at negative distance, she’d never settle for zero distance; if she could be at zero distance, she’d never settle for positive distance.
As long as no one was around, she’d stick to him.
“What’s there to be angry about? Weren’t we both having a good time that day?”
Yes, even though Yu Zhi was the one being “serviced,” judging by Zhong Shiyu’s state that day, he was pretty close to the edge too. This guy, acting all prim and proper—he probably loved the thrill too, right?
Hearing this, Zhong Shiyu’s expression stiffened, and the atmosphere around him seemed to grow even colder. He pushed Yu Zhi’s hand away, not letting her hold onto him.
“Weren’t we supposed to study? Sit properly.”
Study? Study what?
As a Smut Novel, the protagonist certainly didn’t really intend for Zhong Shiyu to tutor her—it was just an excuse to unlock a new location for some touchy-feely action.
Yu Zhi tried to cling to him again but was pushed away once more, this time without mercy.
“Sit properly.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Yu Zhi glanced at the chapter summary—thankfully, it wasn’t that insane, and in a place like the classroom, the demands weren’t too extreme.
Mostly just kissing.
It’s just… well… some places weren’t so easy to kiss.
Yu Zhi’s gaze swept over Zhong Shiyu’s chest. The boy’s clean white shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, even his hair exuding an air of meticulousness.
She mentally planned whether it would be easier to unbutton his shirt for better access or just lift it up.
Zhong Shiyu pushed her away for the third time.
It was rare for Yu Zhi to face such firm rejection from him, so she finally took a good look at his expression—it seemed even colder. What was wrong with him today?
Last time, even after she teased him like that, he wasn’t this angry, right?
Yu Zhi tried to put her hand on him again, and sure enough, he dodged it. She was getting annoyed too: “Zhong Shiyu, if you keep this up…”
“Send the photos, is that it?” The boy’s cold voice cut off her threat. “Go ahead, send them. Whoever you want to send them to, if you don’t have their contact, I’ll give it to you.”
Yu Zhi stiffened. What was going on? Was he dead set on not letting her have her way today? Her tone softened as she leaned over, resting her head on the crook of his arm.
“I was just joking. I like you so much, how could I bear to show those photos to anyone else? Of course, I’ll keep them for myself, to look at every day.”
The protagonist used a coquettish voice to coax him.
Zhong Shiyu glanced sideways, his eyes meeting hers directly. His other hand, which had been about to push her away, paused mid-air. After a moment, he ultimately didn’t reach out.
But the right hand she was resting on was tightly gripping a pen, causing the muscles in his arm to tense up.
Yu Zhi naturally noticed this and inexplicably felt a hint of the boy gritting his teeth. She was still wondering what was going on when she finally heard him speak.
“You like me? You like me, but you spend a hundred thousand on someone else?” The sarcasm was unmistakable.
Yu Zhi: !!
Wait, wait, wait!
Where did this plotline take her?
She quickly checked and found that the System had indeed “patched” the plotline, making it almost identical to reality—she had transferred money to Chen Yihan, though the reason was written in differently.
And Zhong Shiyu just happened to see it.
Yu Zhi was speechless.
“When you use my plotline, don’t you consider the cause and effect? If this money wasn’t originally taken from Chen Yihan’s side, would I give him a hundred thousand??!!”
The System pretended to be dead.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on this. The “Buddha” beside her was still angry, and if he wouldn’t let her touch him, how could she proceed? The plotline wouldn’t move forward.
“It wasn’t a hundred thousand,” she quickly defended herself. “It was just ten thousand.”
“If he had accepted it, it would’ve been a hundred thousand, right?”
Yu Zhi: “…”
There was no way to respond to that.
She sat up anxiously. “It wasn’t for him, just a temporary loan. He’ll pay it back.”
Zhong Shiyu looked back at the book in his hand. “To be able to borrow a hundred thousand from you, your relationship must be really good.”
This…
Yu Zhi fell silent again.
Money obtained in the plotline could be brought back to reality, and similarly, money spent would be deducted from reality. So, she had always been quite stingy in the plotline.
When she was pursuing Zhong Shiyu, Yu Zhi had showered him with sweet words and put in some effort, but when it came to spending money, she was always tight-fisted.
The boy had been observing her reaction, and seeing her fall silent now, his expression grew even colder. “If you like him, just go chase him. Why bother with me? Aren’t you two childhood sweethearts?”
If this were a normal plotline, with this level of jealousy, Yu Zhi would have already gone weak in the knees and waist. But now, he was acting cold and distant…
“How could I like him?” Yu Zhi protested. “I absolutely cannot like him.”
“You don’t like him, but you’re willing to lend him a hundred thousand.”
The pressure from Zhong Shiyu’s pen tip almost pierced through the paper.
That kind of frustration seemed to seep from his very soul, a suppressed backlash that left him feeling suffocated.
Ding-dong—Zhong Shiyu’s phone notification sounded.
He glanced at Yu Zhi, who was holding her phone, and she motioned for him to check.
He opened it to see a phone transfer notification.
A direct transfer of ten thousand, no need for him to accept it.
Yu Zhi had decided to go all out—you can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. She might as well treat it as spending money on a 2D Character. After all, this money was deducted from the 2D Character’s side anyway.
“What others have, of course you have too,” she said, feeling much more confident after transferring the money. “Chen Yihan and I have some dealings, so I couldn’t refuse. But giving it to you is because I genuinely want to.”
Zhong Shiyu stared at the transfer notification for a long time without saying a word.
Yu Zhi cautiously extended her “claws,” tentatively reaching for the boy’s waist.
Zhong Shiyu stiffened slightly and shifted away a bit.
“Stop touching. Let’s focus on tutoring first.”
Even though he said that, Yu Zhi could already see the difference from before. It was clear he had returned to his previous attitude of “I don’t want to give it, but if you insist, I can’t help it.”
Such a hypocrite!
Yu Zhi decisively reached out and touched him: “I paid for this, why can’t I touch? I’m going to touch.”
As she spoke, her hand had already slipped through the gap in his clothes. The shirt was loose-fitting, giving Yu Zhi plenty of room to maneuver.
The boy looked thin, but beneath his clothes, his muscles were firm. Yu Zhi’s hand moved upward until it reached his chest, where it stopped.
Her hand circled around the area.
The spot she would kiss later—she might as well touch it a little more.
Yu Zhi looked up. Zhong Shiyu still wore the expression of a High Mountain Flower, his jawline tightly clenched, but his body was honest.
The originally soft and elastic muscles on his chest quickly tensed under Yu Zhi’s movements.
Yu Zhi’s fingers began to move toward the center, but this time, it wasn’t her fingertips—instead, her nails slid to the middle and pressed down with considerable force. Accompanied by a muffled groan, her hand was abruptly seized by Zhong Shiyu.
The boy held her hand firmly, refusing to let her move. His breathing had long since become erratic.
But he simply stared at Yu Zhi with his dark eyes, saying nothing.
“Zhong Shiyu,” Yu Zhi actually quite enjoyed teasing him, “your heart is beating so fast.”
Her hand happened to be pressed against the boy’s heart. Hearing her words, Zhong Shiyu immediately released her hand. But Yu Zhi could still feel his heartbeat quicken even more.
Hypocrite.
“Did I hurt you?” she laughed. “Let me soothe it.”
Her nails gave way to the gentle caress of her fingertips. The already uneven spot now stood erect enough for Yu Zhi to pinch between her fingers.
The sharp pain from earlier slowly faded, transforming into a tingling sensation. The girl’s soft hands seemed to carry an electric current. She knew her own body too well—or rather, she was more like the master of this body.
So much so that the body could even extract pleasure from the pain its master inflicted.
The boy’s hand slowly fell away, allowing those hands to fan the flames on his body and allowing himself to be stirred by her—
To the point of extreme comfort and extreme discomfort.
Until another sharp pain struck.
This time, Yu Zhi pinched his chest and pulled outward, with such force it seemed as though she wanted to pluck that flower.
Perhaps she had noticed his pleasure. This person, who spoke sweet nothings as if they cost nothing, was always finding ways to make him uncomfortable.
Zhong Shiyu didn’t stop her this time, nor did he try to suppress the pained groan.
Sure enough, when he looked down, he saw the girl’s eyes sparkling with delight at his pain.
Little pervert.
Yu Zhi didn’t think she was a pervert. How could having feelings for a 2D Character be called perverted? At most, it was just—a fetish.
After thoroughly exploring both sides of the boy’s chest muscles, she withdrew her hand. She could clearly feel the boy’s gaze following her, but as soon as she looked over, he coldly averted his eyes.
Yu Zhi stood up and straddled the boy’s lap.
The boy’s unsupported shirt had long since clung to his skin again, seemingly no different from before, except for the distinctly uneven wrinkles at his chest, which had become unusually prominent.
Yu Zhi leaned down and bit through the fabric.
“Mmm…” A sharp gasp sounded from above. Zhong Shiyu’s hand, which had been resting at his side, instinctively rose to grip her waist.
Yu Zhi suspected that the fabric in this world was specifically designed for intimate encounters.
She had only bitten down for a short while when the fabric had already become so damp that the dark red color of the material was visible, with flesh-toned skin faintly showing through beneath.
Zhong Shiyu had initially been on guard against the classroom door, worried that a classmate might suddenly enter. The sensitive area where her teeth gnawed and the fabric rubbed made it increasingly difficult for him to think clearly.
Maybe being seen wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
A flicker of unreadable emotion passed through the boy’s unfocused eyes.
At least this way, he wouldn’t have to suppress the irritation that welled up every time he heard his roommate casually refer to her as “little childhood sweetheart.”
When Yu Zhi looked up, she saw the boy tilting his head back slightly, his breathing unsteady. The movement of his Adam’s apple was clearly visible to her.
She was tempted.
“So pretty,” she tapped the spot already dampened by her saliva. “If you could have a baby and produce milk, wouldn’t it look just like this when it overflowed?”
As she spoke, she genuinely grew a little excited.
For a moment, Zhong Shiyu’s dazed expression turned blank, followed by a flustered and angry cry of her name: “Yu Zhi!”
He seemed insulted, but the hoarseness of his voice lent the tone a hint of lingering allure.
Yu Zhi smiled and straightened up. Not because the plotline required it, she gently bit his Adam’s apple.
The person who had just mustered the strength to call her name froze, his breath catching as his body seemed to go limp all at once, his panting growing heavier and heavier.
The arm wrapped around Yu Zhi didn’t tighten, but in a place she couldn’t see, his hand clenched so hard that veins bulged.
Yu Zhi lifted his shirt upward until his chest was exposed.
“Bite down.”
Zhong Shiyu looked at her for a moment, appearing somewhat reluctant, but still opened his mouth and bit down on the corner of the fabric.
Yu Zhi leaned down again.
This time, without the barrier of the fabric, the softness of her lips, the friction of her teeth, and the occasional swipe of her warm, wet tongue—every sensation became intensely clear. Along with the occasional pain from her mischievous tugging, it all seemed to propel Zhong Shiyu’s desire toward the clouds.
Until a sudden emptiness made him look over.
The girl was getting up. For a moment, his hand instinctively moved to stop her but quickly withdrew.
Yu Zhi sat back down beside him: “Teacher Zhong, weren’t you going to explain the problem? Go ahead.”
Her tone sounded anything but serious, clearly not genuinely intending to listen to the lesson.
But Zhong Shiyu glanced at her and still released the corner of the fabric from his mouth.
The shirt fell back down, wrinkled and stained with patches of dampness, making him look somewhat disheveled. Yet his face remained as composed and elegant as ever.
The boy picked up a pen. Sure enough, Yu Zhi’s hand began wandering again, moving back and forth across his waist.
Zhong Shiyu ignored the strange sensation and lowered his voice to explain the problem, his tone growing increasingly hoarse. Taking advantage of Yu Zhi’s focus on solving the problem, he closed his eyes to calm himself. But the girl’s hand grew bolder and bolder, even showing signs of moving further inward.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Zhong Shiyu gritted his teeth, intending to warn her. But when he turned his head, he saw Yu Zhi concentrating intently on the problem in the book.
She was genuinely… focused on solving the problem.
The boy was momentarily stunned, staring at the girl’s thoughtful profile for a long while.
She was so absorbed in solving the problem that her hand, which had been caressing him, now seemed clearly perfunctory upon closer inspection.
It felt more like she was fulfilling a task, her touch sporadic and distracted.
Yes, she had always been like this.
She appears to be pursuing me, yet sometimes attentive, sometimes distant.
At her most passionate, Yu Zhi would bring me breakfast every four days. Zhong Shiyu once happened to see her buying breakfast.
“How much for soy milk?”
“Large cup three yuan, small cup two yuan.”
Yu Zhi only thought for a second: “Then I’ll take the small cup.”
In the blink of an eye, when Zhong Shiyu arrived in the classroom, that “small cup of soy milk” was delivered into her hands.
It was enough to make one laugh in exasperation.
She had always been like this—taking what she wanted, touching as she pleased, never caring whether others might see.
Never… truly liking anyone…
Yu Zhi was indeed paying close attention in class.
A top student tutoring her! What a rare opportunity, and it wasn’t even using real-world time. If she went back to high school like this, she’d be letting down all this extra time if she didn’t become the provincial top scorer.
The System in this world, which usually turned a blind eye, weakly flashed a yellow warning for Character Out-of-Character.
Yu Zhi paid little attention, symbolically squeezing whatever she was holding to keep the warning at yellow.
Honestly, the top student’s problem-solving approach was really good. She suddenly felt a sense of clarity.
The soft gasp beside her was also pushed to the back of her mind.
The surroundings were quiet until she finished writing the solution.
“Zhong Shiyu, quickly check if I got it right!”
Turning around, she met Zhong Shiyu’s deep, pool-like eyes. His expression seemed as if he had been maintaining this posture and gaze, watching her for a long time.
That feeling of being seen through inexplicably returned.
But fortunately, Zhong Shiyu soon shifted his gaze back. He slowly let out a breath, unclear whether it was steady breathing or a helpless sigh.
Only then did Yu Zhi realize her hand was in an inappropriate place and quickly withdrew it.
The classroom really wasn’t a good place, making her feel as if she were defiling a good student.
“Hmm,” the person who had just reviewed Yu Zhi’s advanced math solution gave an affirmative response. “It’s correct.”
Yu Zhi’s eyes brightened considerably as she leaned forward.
“Right? Right?”
She really was amazing!
The System weakly flashed another yellow warning. Having finished the problem, Yu Zhi decided to humor it, as the plotline only had one final step left.
She leaned toward the boy, planning to end the plotline with one last kiss on the cheek, but Zhong Shiyu suddenly turned his head at that moment.
Yu Zhi’s lips, originally aimed at his cheek, landed on the boy’s lips instead.
Both were stunned.
But only for a moment. Yu Zhi quickly composed herself. After all, it wasn’t the first time they had kissed, and the plotline required a kiss on the face—it didn’t specify which part of the face.
The boy’s lips were surprisingly nice to kiss—soft and springy. However, out of consideration for him having just tutored her, Yu Zhi didn’t push it too far, only nibbling a few times before letting go.
As she leaned back, a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her entire body back.
Their lips, just parted, met again. This time, Yu Zhi was truly stunned. Was Zhong Shiyu… actively kissing her?
The boy’s gaze met hers, so close it was almost tangible.
Perhaps because they were too close, Yu Zhi saw clearly for the first time that those eyes were not as calm as she usually perceived. Deep within the pool, fervent desire churned. And…
And something else, but before Yu Zi could see clearly, the boy had already closed his eyes.
Though his eyes were closed, the movement of his lips didn’t stop at all, skillfully pressing inward.
That was all taught by Yu Zhi.
Zhong Shiyu remembered, the first thing she taught her was kissing.
She said—
“Open your mouth.”
“You can stick your tongue out.”
Perhaps because she had been drugged, Zhong Shiyu’s mind was truly muddled at that time. Otherwise… how could she have so obediently followed her instructions?
The lips could be slightly upturned, the mouth opened.
In the next moment, the tongue that ventured out was immediately sucked by the other. It was as if something inside her body had been ignited, an unfamiliar and overwhelming tide of passion breached the defenses of her reason.
So the watch that could send a distress signal at any moment—he never pressed it all night.
Yu Zhi had said more than once—
“Your lips are so nice to kiss, so perfect for kissing.”
But at some point, she stopped kissing him as much.
Once, twice…
It shouldn’t have been something worth dwelling on, so why…
An indescribable restlessness and emptiness lingered after every intimate moment.
Wanting…
Wanting what?
In this moment, the fullness that filled all the emptiness seemed to provide an answer.
Yu Zhi felt as if she was about to be devoured. Zhong Shiyu, perhaps too engrossed, had unknowingly risen from his seat, pressing her against the back of the chair, eager to drain every bit of air and every drop of moisture from her mouth.
“Mmm…”
Soft moans escaped both their throats.
Yu Zhi was gasping for breath, while Zhong Shiyu…
Zhong Shiyu was in ecstasy.
The kind of pleasure that made one’s scalp tingle, satisfying both body and mind.
When they finally parted again, Yu Zhi, panting, looked at Zhong Shiyu. The desire and loss of control on the boy’s face gradually faded, replaced once more by silence, though his eyes held a trace of confusion and daze.
A moment later, just as Yu Zhi had caught her breath, she felt something extra in her hand.
Opening it, she found that Zhong Shiyu had slipped a bank card into her palm.
“Anyone who spends other people’s money can’t be a good person,” he said. “This is my supplementary card. The password is the last six digits of your student ID.”
Wait, wait, wait!
Yu Zhi was stunned. A card?
Before she could even react, everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in her dormitory bed.
It felt like she was holding something in her hand. Lifting it to look—
Wasn’t that the bank card?
Author’s Note:
I’ve run out of drafts. I realized I’ve barely written anything in three days—I’m guilty. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stick to a fixed schedule anymore. I’ll update whenever I finish writing, aiming for daily updates. If I can’t update, I’ll take leave, and I’ll notify you of any changes. Tomorrow is a special promotion day, so the update will be moved to 11 PM.
Also, the data has been really poor. I’m worried that if I plan too long, I won’t be able to finish, so I’ve decided on three male guests.