Outside the cubicle door, a pair of expensive, limited-edition basketball shoes stopped.
Nari’s heart skipped a beat.
He recognized those shoes.
They belonged to Yoshi, the school belle who had caught the basketball like a divine soldier descending from the sky on the basketball court just now.
Why was he here?
How much did he hear?
What did he see?
A series of questions exploded in Nari’s mind.
He felt like a marmot trapped in a hole, with a hunter holding a shovel standing outside.
It’s over.
He didn’t check the almanac today; he’s probably going to suffer a social death right here.
However, Yoshi didn’t knock or make a sound.
Outside, Taiki and Kenji were still engaged in their sacred yet lewd discussion.
“Weizi, do you think when a goddess goes to the bathroom, it’s called ‘replenishing immortal energy’?
It must be different from us mortals.” “Nonsense!
Can an immortal’s business be called going to the bathroom?
That’s called ‘cleansing the mortal dust’!
We must stand guard at the door to prevent any riff-raff from disturbing her sacred presence!” “Right, right, everything you say is right!
What if someone peeks!” Inside the restroom, Yoshi’s face darkened.
He turned around and strode to the restroom entrance, his tall figure directly blocking all the light.
“This is the men’s restroom,” he said, his tone flat but carrying an undeniable pressure.
“What are you two doing blocking the door?” Taiki and Kenji were talking excitedly when they were suddenly enveloped by this figure and shivered in fright.
They looked up, and after seeing it was Yoshi, their bravado instantly deflated.
“Yo…
Yoshi!” Taiki stammered, “We…
we just passed by, yes, passed by!” Kenji pushed up his glasses, trying to remain calm: “We are conducting a research project on the utilization rate of public sanitation facilities.” Yoshi looked at them expressionlessly: “Is that so?
Then do you want to come in and personally study the utilization rate of the men’s restroom?” “No, no, no!
No need, Brother Lu!” The two were intimidated by the school belle’s powerful aura and scrambled away, running as if Godzilla was chasing them.
The whole world finally became quiet.
Yoshi did not leave immediately.
He walked back to the closed cubicle door, paused for two seconds, and then whispered to the door panel, in a volume only the two of them could hear: “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.” After speaking, he turned and walked out of the men’s restroom with steady steps, as if nothing had happened.
Inside the cubicle, Nari leaned against the door, completely exhausted.
He was saved.
This school belle…
he’s a pretty good guy!
A brother he can hang out with!
After confirming that no one was outside, Nari clumsily tidied himself up.
He spent a long time mentally preparing himself for that heavy pair of “souls” before finally pushing open the cubicle door.
He sneaked out of the men’s restroom like a thief, head down the whole way, just wanting to quickly find a hole to crawl into.
However, fate’s script never played out according to his wishes.
Just at the corner of the corridor, he ran head-on into a group of girls.
The one in the lead, with exquisite makeup and dressed in designer brands, was none other than the recognized school belle of the school, Asahi from the dance department.
Asahi was originally chatting and laughing with her followers when she saw “Natasha” walking towards her, and her smile froze on her face.
Her gaze, like two sharp surgical knives, scraped fiercely across Nari’s body.
When her gaze fell on Nari’s proud curves, she subconsciously puffed out her own chest.
No comparison, no harm.
She looked down at herself again, utterly ordinary.
A mix of jealousy and resentment instantly flooded her face.
“Oh, who do we have here?” A pink-haired follower next to Asahi immediately understood her boss’s expression and spoke in a sarcastic tone, “Isn’t this our school’s newly promoted ‘5A-rated scenic spot’?
What, just finished sightseeing out of the men’s restroom?” They had just seen Taiki and Kenji furtively guarding the men’s restroom door, and then saw Yoshi come out.
Now this “Natasha” also came out of there; the story within was enough for them to imagine an eighty-episode drama of wealthy family feuds.
Nari didn’t want trouble; he just wanted to leave.
He turned sideways, preparing to bypass them.
“Stop!” Asahi, however, stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
She scrutinized Nari from head to toe, her evaluative posture like someone picking a pig to be slaughtered at the market.
“What?
Feeling guilty?” Another short-haired girl next to Asahi also chimed in, “How much silicone did you pad in that chest?
Aren’t you tired walking around?
It must be fake!” “Exactly, relying on such implants to attract attention, impressive!” Nari’s brow furrowed.
He furiously complained internally: Big sister, do you think I want this?
This thing is heavier than carrying two cannonballs!
Do you want it if I give it to you?
He didn’t want to stoop to their level, so he just calmly said, “Excuse me, I have something to do.” His gentle yet aloof demeanor, in Asahi’s eyes, was outright provocation.
How dare someone who climbed up by faking things speak to her with such an attitude?
“Something to do?” Asahi sneered, her hand already raised, her fingertips almost touching Nari’s clothes.
“Today, I just want to see if this capital you’re so proud of is real or fake.” “What do you want to do?” Nari was helpless.
Asahi smiled.
“You, do you dare let me touch it?” As soon as this was said, all the students watching the show gasped.
Holy crap!
Is it that explosive?
The school belle is going to publicly tear apart “Natasha”?
My phone!
Where’s my phone!
Quickly record this!
This is the drama of the year!
Nari was helpless, he looked at Asahi, “Student, I am Teacher Nari, may I ask if you need something?” “Ah ah!
Nari…
Teacher Nari?” Asahi and her group’s mouths dropped open wide enough to fit a banana after hearing Nari’s words.
No, are you telling me that the Natasha in front of me is actually a boy?
And he’s a teacher?
The Natasha rumored on the campus network before was actually Director Nari?
Asahi and the others felt their worldview shatter.
If he’s a boy, then what are they, Zhang Fei who gets her period?
It’s over, she felt her school belle status was in jeopardy, and it was taken by a boy.
What a sin!
Looking at Asahi’s expressions, Nari sighed helplessly.
“So, do you still have anything else?” “No…
nothing, Teacher Nari.” Nari nodded.
Just then, a cry of alarm suddenly came from the crowd.
“Student!
What’s wrong with you!” A female bystander, who had been holding her phone and watching the drama, suddenly turned pale, her body went limp, and she collapsed without warning, falling directly towards Nari!