Chapter Seventy-Five: "Object" (Summoning the Monthly Ticket!!!)

Today’s second update!

Chapter Seventy-Five: A Rare Beauty

After this incident passed, the aftermath left the authorities on edge for quite some time. It was said that the protection over the Xu family lasted for a full month.

Chen Xiao returned to school, and the procedures with the police had all been settled thanks to Young Master Xu—though Chen Xiao still received a phone call from Officer Xu.

Officer Xu, in a sincere and personal capacity, asked Chen Xiao a few questions, assuring him that none of the conversation would ever appear in any official records or files.

“I just want to know if the people who tried to harm the Xu family have been dealt with by you all, that’s all… because an old friend of mine happens to be in charge of this case.”

For this Officer Xu, Chen Xiao hesitated a moment but revealed part of the truth. After that, the two of them never contacted each other again.

After skipping classes for days, Chen Xiao finally returned to Kidd Academy—but by this point, there was less than half a month left before the semester ended.

As a prestigious academy, Kidd’s students had little to worry about in terms of final exams or academic pressure. With summer vacation approaching, the atmosphere throughout the school was relaxed. Even Young Master Xu was starting to plan whether to drag Chen Xiao along to Europe for a trip, perhaps to catch a football match.

By the way, Young Master Xu was a football fanatic. His dream was that, once he was rich enough, he’d buy one of the Milan giants—though, even with his family’s wealth and influence, that goal was still a distant one.

Recently, Chen Xiao had been devoting his energy to learning martial arts from Old Tian—not because he suddenly wanted to improve his strength, but because, like many boys his age, he’d grown up watching wuxia dramas and harbored a martial hero’s dream. Now, with a real-life martial arts master at his side, how could he not at least give it a try?

However, after watching Old Tian display a few techniques, Chen Xiao gave up any hope.

When Old Tian wielded a saber, the blade danced like a flurry of snowflakes. Chen Xiao once threw a basin of water at him, and the flashes of the blade intercepted every drop, leaving Old Tian himself completely dry.

With a spear, Old Tian could pierce a stone slab twenty centimeters thick with a single thrust. A flick of the spear’s butt and the slab would shatter with a resounding crash.

With a sword, Old Tian’s swordplay was dazzling. Chen Xiao once tried tossing a handful of leaves from above, only to see Old Tian standing in the courtyard, sword qi swirling. With a few swift movements, every single leaf was skewered on the tip of his sword.

Chen Xiao longed to train, but Old Tian’s words dashed any illusions: “You want to learn? Sure, train for a hundred years. Then you can do these things too.”

A hundred years? Chen Xiao could only shake his head and sigh.

“Don’t think it’s that easy… All that talk in wuxia stories about opening the Ren and Du meridians, or forging one’s bones and sinews, or becoming a martial arts prodigy with peerless skills after a bit of casual practice—it’s all nonsense. There are those born with more or less talent, but in the end, it all comes down to diligence!”

Still, Chen Xiao kept up his practice with the “short strike” techniques.

After returning to school, he found a chance to spar with Xiao Qing. Now that his supernatural strength had faded, Chen Xiao’s physical strength was only at a C-level—about the human limit, able to lift up to twice his own body weight at most.

In the end, he lasted only two minutes against Xiao Qing before being felled by a kick—according to her, that was already pretty good. The “short strike” training had helped; otherwise, at his old standard, lasting even a few exchanges would have been remarkable.

Chen Xiao also asked Xiao Qing about her summer plans. She thought for a moment, then replied coolly, “Looking for someone.”

Ah, he almost forgot. Xiao Qing seemed to be searching for her fiancé.

Chen Xiao silently sent a prayer for the man in question, hoping he wasn’t the lecherous type, since with Xiao Qing’s beauty, no normal man would willingly give her up. But she’d said herself—she’d convince him to break off the engagement with her fists…

Young Master Xu informed Chen Xiao that Xiao Qing had quietly hired several private investigators in the city—but as for the details, he didn’t know, and Xiao Qing certainly wouldn’t share such private matters with him.

Still, Chen Xiao could sense that Xiao Qing’s attitude toward him had grown much softer, and she smiled more often these days.

“If you want… I can teach you kung fu over the summer,” Xiao Qing said gently one day, offering her hand to Chen Xiao after knocking him down in a spar.

“Um…” Chen Xiao hesitated, unsure if he should accept. Instinctively, no man would refuse the chance to spend more time with such a beautiful girl. But he had too many secrets, and besides…

A flicker of disappointment flashed in Xiao Qing’s eyes. “If you’re busy, forget it.” Her tone was light, but that trace of disappointment made Chen Xiao feel a bit guilty.

“Xiao Wu!”

Young Master Xu burst into the gym, kicking open the door. He greeted Xiao Qing with exaggerated respect, calling her “Master,” then grabbed Chen Xiao by the hand, exclaiming, “Come on! Come with me, quick!”

“Huh?” Chen Xiao was dragged outside, where he saw Cabbage-girl wearing an awkward expression.

Ever since the fireworks incident, Chen Xiao had noticed that every time he met or interacted with Cabbage-girl, she seemed a bit off—subdued and reluctant to talk.

As for Young Master Xu, he invited Cabbage out for meals every few days. Though she always refused, his persistence was astonishing, undeterred by repeated rejection. Gradually, Cabbage-girl’s attitude toward him seemed to soften; occasionally, she’d even respond with a smile.

In fact, their relationship had improved a lot since that kidnapping ordeal. After all, sharing such danger inevitably brings people closer.

“Where are we going?” Chen Xiao asked, pulling on his jacket as he ran.

“To class!” Young Master Xu laughed heartily. “You’ve been skipping so much lately, you don’t even know there are a few new faces around!”

By “new faces,” Young Master Xu meant a newly arrived French teacher.

Of course, for a girl to attract Young Master Xu’s attention, she must be a true beauty.

Kidd Academy, as a noble school, offered French classes—that wasn’t unusual. What was odd, though, was the timing of the new teacher’s arrival. The semester was almost over, so bringing in a new teacher was out of the ordinary.

But this new French teacher was indeed a stunning beauty—twenty-eight years old, radiant as a flower, mature yet lovely, with an astonishingly voluptuous figure. Even Young Master Xu, who fancied himself a connoisseur of women, rated her body an “S”—the highest possible score!

In this age of easy access to information, many boys had been influenced by certain films from island nations; it was only natural that fantasies about “beautiful teachers” or “uniform temptation” abounded.

As Young Master Xu explained on the way, the first time he saw the new teacher, he nearly drooled.

“You haven’t seen her… in her professional outfit…” Young Master Xu’s expression was lecherous, grinning. “Whenever she holds class, the room is packed. Ninety percent of the boys in the department have applied for her elective, and she’s only taught three classes so far. The front row seats are already selling for a thousand dollars each!”

A thousand dollars—Chen Xiao rolled his eyes. That was more expensive than tickets to a superstar’s concert!

It was obvious that his dear friend was a major player in this front-row seat racket.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you. I snagged two front-row seats today!”

Chen Xiao hadn’t enrolled in French, but he went along with Young Master Xu to the classroom.

When he finally saw the new teacher, Chen Xiao couldn’t help but sigh.

No wonder the classroom was packed to the brim! No wonder this beauty had all the privileged sons of Kidd Academy’s elite burning with hormones…

This new French teacher was, without a doubt, a rare beauty.

She stood one hundred seventy centimeters tall, with curves in all the right places—a true hourglass figure. When she turned to the side, the S-shape of her body was breathtakingly seductive.

Her hair fell in gentle waves, her face was dazzling, lips full and red, nose straight, and her eyes—the very definition of bedroom eyes. Her neck was slender and ivory-white. She wore a white blouse with two buttons left undone, showing off a generous, rounded bust. Anyone taller than her, standing nearby, could glimpse the alluring curve of her chest and even the edge of her bra…

Of course, the most eye-catching detail for the boys was the faint suggestion of deep cleavage.

Her fitted skirt fell just above the knee, perfectly displaying her shapely calves. She was clearly a woman who knew how to play to her strengths—stockings and beautiful legs, just the right touch of allure, never vulgar but perfectly enticing.

Her waist was deadly—a narrow span you could encircle with your hands. As she walked, the click of her high heels accompanied the gentle sway of her hips—completely natural, not at all contrived. Below that slender waist was a full, peach-shaped bottom, the curves beneath her snug skirt enough to make any man stare.

To top it off, she wore a pair of rimless glasses that lent her an air of elegance amidst all that seduction—though the electricity in her eyes beneath those glasses was even more irresistible.

In one hand, she held a pointer; in the other, a French textbook. As she stood at the podium, even Chen Xiao found himself sneaking a few more glances.

Beside him, Young Master Xu was already mumbling under his breath.

“Dominatrix? Queen? Uniform? She’s got all three in one!” he murmured, eyes fixed on the teacher.

The beautiful teacher smiled gracefully, her expression open and confident. “There are even more students here today than yesterday. As a teacher, seeing such a full house makes me very happy. Since we have so many new faces, I suppose I should introduce myself once more.”

She rested both hands on the lectern, her posture naturally leaning forward, and smiled sweetly. “Monica—that’s my name. My father is Chinese, my mother is French. I’m twenty-seven years old.” She seemed to tilt her head thoughtfully, her enchanting gaze sweeping the room. “Any other questions?”

“Monica! Can I invite you to dinner?” a bold male student shouted out—these sons of the rich were far more brazen than boys at ordinary schools. Apparently, by her second day, several had parked flashy cars outside the school hoping to ask her out.

“Dinner? I don’t mind, but you’ll have to wait your turn,” Monica replied with a wink.

“Monica, do you accept teacher-student romances?” another, even bolder, lad called out.

Monica smiled faintly, shrugged, and spread her hands—a gesture that drew a collective gasp, as the thin blouse stretched tight across her chest, the buttons straining to the limit. One could not help but hope—no, expect—that one day a button might just pop off.

“Well…” Monica paused deliberately, then smiled. “I’m Chinese too, you know, and I’ve also read ‘The Return of the Condor Heroes’. I’m quite fond of the love story between Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl.”

At this, a cheer burst out among the boys in the classroom.

Ah… a room full of howling wolves.

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