17: I can't hold it anymore, ah~~~

Shen Bei had just arrived at the classroom and sat down.

Jian Tong mysteriously pulled open her backpack: "Come, let me show you something good."

Shen Bei's mind was instantly swept by a storm of thoughts.

Is she giving me a 'benefit' because I escorted her home yesterday?

Thinking this, Shen Bei felt he had to put on an act.

He put on a righteous facade: "What kind of person do you take me for! How could I possibly desire something like original scent—"

"Hm?"

Jian Tong immediately realized Shen Bei was getting more and more outlandish.

There was a hint of something dirty.

Jian Tong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze trembled, and a hint of depth appeared at the corners of her brows: "What are you thinking?"

Shen Bei glanced into the bag; there was no fabric at all.

He quickly changed the subject: "No, nothing..."

"Really nothing?"

"Really not!"

"Hmph!"

Jian Tong's furrowed brows and flickering eyes still held some suspicion about Shen Bei's dirty thoughts, but she didn't pursue it further.

Then.

Jian Tong fully opened her backpack: "Look!"

Shen Bei leaned in to look.

He immediately exclaimed: "My goodness, where did you get these?"

Inside the backpack were several books on Cultivation Technique!

"Basic Cultivation Method"

"Eight Forms of Stance Training"

"Cold Weapon Appreciation"

...

These were the essential books for a Martial Artist's Breakthrough!

Shen Bei looked at Jian Tong with a strange expression.

Jian Tong, tilting her head to smooth the strands of hair by her ear, smiled at him, showing her teeth: "They're all my dad's collection; I secretly took them out."

"What exactly does my father-in-law do?" Shen Bei blurted out.

Jian Tong's frown deepened: "Who is your father-in-law? Can you stop calling him that?"

"Alright, alright, then I'll use a different address." Shen Bei thought for a moment, then asked: "So, what does our dad do?"

"You—"

"Hurry up and answer the question."

Jian Tong, tilting her pretty, rosy face, rolled her eyes and said: "Of course he's a Martial Artist. If he hadn't been injured during a mission in the underground cave, he would still be a teacher at Lingnan City Martial Arts University now."

Shen Bei was slightly stunned.

He actually had such an identity?

No wonder... no wonder he could get a second-hand detection device.

When Jian Tong was testing her attribute values, Jian Shan gave a series of comments and chatter.

And what he said was well-reasoned.

So, the old father-in-law used to be a teacher at the Martial Arts University!

That also explained the source of those Cultivation Techniques.

Shen Bei rubbed his hands: "Jian Tong, you're definitely not showing off, right?"

"I actually am showing off..." Jian Tong answered very sincerely: "Mainly to make you treat my dad with more respect. Although my dad has old injuries, if you anger him, it's still no problem for him to slap you to death."

Shen Bei's mouth twitched.

It felt like a girl bringing a boy home.

The boy couldn't hold back and wanted to bully the girl, but then the girl opened her closet, and it was full of police uniforms, making the boy immediately well-behaved.

Good heavens.

So Jian Tong was demonstrating her strength here, huh?

But it had to be said, Shen Bei really hadn't seen Jian Shan as a Martial Artist.

Generally speaking, if a Martial Artist doesn't unleash their Qi and aura, they look no different from ordinary people on the street.

Just like Professor Gu Xinrou, who would have thought she could smash a rock with her chest?

Indeed, one cannot judge a book by its cover, nor measure the sea with a dipper.

At this moment, Shen Bei recalled a joke from a novel.

The female protagonist's Cultivation was so strong that the membrane below was also exceptionally tough, and the male protagonist couldn't break through it...

Shen Bei really wanted to ask Jian Tong if the membrane in this world was rock-hard.

But he was afraid of being slapped, so he held back.

At this moment, Shen Bei looked at Jian Tong.

Today she was wearing a high-waisted short skirt, simple yet fashionable. She sat in her seat, her legs elegantly crossed.

The hem of the skirt fell exactly a hand's width above her knees, subtly revealing a section of her slender thighs, like finely carved porcelain, fair and lustrous.

Her calves were not the kind of muscular lines obtained through deliberate exercise, but rather possessed a natural slenderness and length. They looked as if they had been perfectly polished.

Her exquisite face possessed an elegance that no vulgar words could describe, her tall and graceful figure, her light and lingering fragrance—everything about her was so beautiful, so indescribably beautiful.

Shen Bei was momentarily captivated, then cleared his throat: "Can we discuss something? Can I borrow these books for a few days?"

"What do you want to do?"

Jian Tong became wary and warned: "I know your four-dimensional attributes are nearing the threshold, but breaking through to a Martial Artist is no joke. Without an Advanced Martial Artist protecting you, people can die!"

"I'm just pre-studying for Martial Arts University courses; you're really overthinking it." Shen Bei's lies flowed effortlessly, without needing any preparation.

Jian Tong looked at Shen Bei suspiciously: "Really?"

"Would I joke with my own life?"

"Alright, I can lend them to you for a few days, but don't mess around."

Shen Bei paid no attention, directly stuffing the books into his backpack, slinging it on his back, and walking away.

"Hey, hey!"

Jian Tong's face twisted with resentment: "You're just leaving?"

It felt like the immediate impression of a scoundrel pulling up his pants and leaving.

Shen Bei turned back and blinked: "Why wouldn't I leave? Going to school is such a waste of time."

Jian Tong almost spat blood, weakly holding her forehead: "Are you so short on money that you have to work?"

"Come, come, sit down. I'll pay you to stay by my side and study with me, alright?"

Shen Bei shook his head firmly.

What a joke.

Yesterday's escort mission only increased favorability, not a single attribute.

This clearly indicated that tasks involving walking or just sitting around would not grant any attribute points.

At the very least, he had to put in some effort.

"Romantic entanglements affect my performance."

Shen Bei said and left.

Jian Tong pointed at herself in astonishment. Romantic entanglements?

Oh, you, Shen Bei, who was calling me 'father-in-law' just a moment ago!

"Heartless jerk, bah!"

Jian Tong's oval face was etched with longing and resentment.

...

Shen Bei left the classroom.

He saw Professor Gu Xinrou in the distance, carrying textbooks and walking towards the classroom.

Today she was wearing white canvas shoes, revealing a section of her fair, slender calves above her ankles, her youthful skin appearing even smoother and more delicate in the setting sun.

Her steps were light and firm, each stride revealing her determination and resilience.

Her eyes sparkled with a deep blue light, like a bottomless lake, but now filled with unshed tears.

Those watery eyes, as if holding countless stars, with tears gently falling at the corners reflecting endless sorrow, clear and bright like pearls.

Her skirt fluttered gently in the wind, the white dress billowing, vaguely revealing her tall figure.

Shen Bei just looked once, then again, and again, and again...

Shen Bei was once again captivated by Professor Gu Xinrou's beauty.

When he came to his senses, Professor Gu Xinrou had already walked in front of Shen Bei.

Shen Bei thought, 'Oh no!'

He couldn't escape!

Indeed.

Professor Gu Xinrou reached out and twisted Shen Bei's ear: "What, still trying to skip class?"

"No, no, I want to go to the restroom."

"Class is about to start; go after class."

"I really can't hold it anymore, it's coming out, ah~~~"

Professor Gu Xinrou's mouth twitched, and she waved her hand: "Hurry up and come back."

Shen Bei darted away.

"Hey!" Professor Gu Xinrou looked at the direction Shen Bei was running; it wasn't towards the restroom at all.

It was towards the main entrance!

Professor Gu Xinrou's beautiful eyes widened, her fair face twisted with anger: "Shen Bei, I'll get you eventually, you scoundrel!"