Chapter 155 The class monitor is acting strange today.

Zuo Shi swallowed hard. "Chen Yu, what about our future? Can you see it?"

Without realizing it...

Under the influence of Chen Yu's certain tone...

Everyone began to believe Chen Yu once again,

That he truly could predict the future.

After all, if he hadn't actually seen it, who would say with such certainty that the extreme cold would end?

Such an outrageous claim was unprecedented.

Even now, people were still frantically hoarding down jackets!

Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Don't worry, we're doing very well."

Lu Xiaoyu's eyes also lit up. "Really?"

Chen Yu nodded. "Yeah."

He added another sentence, "Better than the vast majority of people."

"I knew it! How could things go wrong when following Brother Yu!"

Wang Mengmeng hummed confidently.

Yang Kexin laughed. "You change your tune too fast. You were just frowning a moment ago."

Wang Mengmeng replied righteously, "I believe in Brother Yu's words~"

Li Mengyao also patted her chest. "That's a relief..."

Just then—

Zhang Wanyue came downstairs.

She still favored the 'missing bottom' look, showing off a pair of long legs.

However, she had changed her top into an oversized white short-sleeved shirt.

But she seemed a bit different than before.

Her hair was loose, the ends slightly curled, her lips looked moist, and she smelled fragrant.

Wang Mengmeng said with a grin, "Class Monitor! You've finally come down to eat!"

Zhang Wanyue coughed. "It's nothing, I... I'm not hungry yet..."

She walked to the dining table and leaned over to get some water.

The hem of her T-shirt lifted slightly, and under the dim yellow light, those legs were dazzlingly white.

Wang Mengmeng rubbed her chin and narrowed her eyes. "How did the Class Monitor's legs get even thinner? You're not secretly dieting, are you?"

Li Mengyao said helplessly, "What does that have to do with you?"

Wang Mengmeng spoke up irritably, "Mengyao, you're really dense..."

Li Mengyao frowned. "You..."

Before she could even ask, Wang Mengmeng spoke first, "Class Monitor, did you take a shower?"

"Yeah."

Wang Mengmeng leaned in a bit closer, her nose twitching.

"Did you change your body wash?"

Zhang Wanyue dodged back a little.

"No."

Wang Mengmeng didn't believe her.

"Liar, you don't usually smell like this."

Zhang Wanyue took a sip from her water cup. "That's a body lotion Dr. Qiao gave me. It's supposed to help with sleep."

Wang Mengmeng blinked, wanting to ask more, but Zhang Wanyue had already finished getting water and went upstairs after a quick greeting.

She had to turn back and nudge Li Mengyao next to her with her elbow.

"Mengyao."

Li Mengyao glanced at her.

"What?"

"Don't you think the Class Monitor is acting weird today?"

"Weird how?"

"I can't put my finger on it... it's just... she seems to have become prettier?"

"She was already pretty to begin with. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Sigh, forget it, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Wang Mengmeng felt more and more that her best friend wasn't on her side, siding with outsiders instead.

She pouted and took a secret look at her own fleshy legs.

Compared to the Class Monitor's legs...

She then looked at Yang Kexin nearby.

The legs of a dance student were truly long; even while sitting, the proportions were clearly extraordinary, as if she had a long-leg filter turned on.

Wang Mengmeng touched her own legs. She used to think they were fine, that having some meat was best. What was the point of being thin as a bamboo pole?

But then she looked at Chen Yu.

For so many days, Brother Yu had really only let her give him massages, working her to death, but he hadn't touched her once.

Could it be that Brother Yu really likes bamboo poles?

...

...

Late at night, on the second floor of Villa Number One.

A small desk lamp was lit in Wang Mengmeng's room.

She was lying on the bed, one leg raised, kicking it in the air while muttering to herself.

"Three circles left... three circles right... then thirty more kicks..."

When that leg got tired, she switched to the other.

"This move thins the thighs... this one thins the calves..."

She muttered while exercising, "Class Monitor's legs... Kexin's legs... I must surpass them!"

Knock, knock.

A knock on the door.

Wang Mengmeng was startled.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

Zhang Wanyue's voice.

Wang Mengmeng scrambled off the bed, smoothed her messy hair, and ran barefoot to open the door.

The door opened, and Zhang Wanyue stood there.

Wang Mengmeng froze. "Uh... Class Monitor? You're here so late..."

Zhang Wanyue smiled slightly. "Not asleep yet?"

Wang Mengmeng coughed. "Ah, not yet..."

Zhang Wanyue pointed inside the bedroom. "Can we talk inside?"

Wang Mengmeng quickly stepped aside.

"Come in, Class Monitor!"

Zhang Wanyue walked in.

The desk lamp was on in the room, casting a dim yellow light.

Zhang Wanyue suddenly asked curiously, "Hmm? Why are you covered in sweat? Were you exercising?"

Wang Mengmeng gave a dry laugh, her eyes darting around. "Ah, right, right, just some activity before bed..."

Zhang Wanyue looked at Wang Mengmeng's legs; they were a bit red, especially the outer thighs, as if they had been rubbed by something.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "You're trying to thin your legs, aren't you?"

Wang Mengmeng's expression stiffened. "Ah? How did you know!"

Zhang Wanyue shook her head. "It's good. You have such a great figure, you should really tone down the competition! So Chen Yu doesn't always call you for massages~"

Wang Mengmeng was stunned.

She looked down at herself.

"Me? A great figure?"

Zhang Wanyue nodded. "Yeah, which guy wouldn't like someone like you?"

Wang Mengmeng scratched her head and coughed a bit awkwardly. "That... Class Monitor, did you come here for something?"

Now it was Zhang Wanyue's turn to be embarrassed.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

The tips of her ears slowly turned red.

Wang Mengmeng blinked, staring at her.

"Class Monitor?"

Zhang Wanyue looked away toward the corner. "I was thinking, why don't you take a day off from today's massage? What do you say, Mengmeng?"

"Huh?"

Wang Mengmeng spoke seriously, "But Class Monitor, you haven't finished your apprenticeship yet! Is your technique proficient? Have you mastered the pressure? Most importantly... I haven't enjoyed it enough yet! How about you massage me for another day..."

Zhang Wanyue: "..."

Today was the last day in the Living Area; tomorrow they would return to the Vehicle...

At that time, if she wanted to give a massage, wouldn't she have to crawl into the Safety Compartment in front of everyone?

Just thinking about that scene made Zhang Wanyue feel ashamed.

Wang Mengmeng saw that Zhang Wanyue wasn't speaking.

Her mind raced.

Something was wrong.

The Class Monitor was acting strange today.

It had started during dinner.

And now, in the middle of the night, she had come running to take over her job.

She stared at Zhang Wanyue for two seconds.

"Oh——"

She dragged out the sound.

"I get it, Class Monitor. You should have just said so. We're close, aren't we?"

Zhang Wanyue glared at her.

Wang Mengmeng waved her hand. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll let you have it. I could use a rare break too."

Zhang Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

She turned to leave.

Wang Mengmeng called out from behind.

"Hey, Class Monitor!"

Zhang Wanyue looked back.

Wang Mengmeng gave her a wink.

"A great teacher produces a brilliant student. Don't embarrass your master, Class Monitor. Good luck~"

"..."

Zhang Wanyue's face turned even redder as she pushed the door open and left.