92: Chapter 92 Black Silk Palace Master Su Jianqing

Seeing that the two had finished shifting their positions, Zhang Qi's eyes immediately lit up.

After Chen Shanzhi moved away, the number three seat was vacant!

This was the golden throne sandwiched between Jiang Feiyu and Chen Shanzhi!

Zhang Qi trotted over happily, shook out his robe, and prepared to sit in that number three seat.

"Swish!"

Before his backside could even touch the stool.

Jiang Feiyu suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Qi by the back of his collar.

She forcibly hoisted this hundred-plus-pound grown man up as if he were a little chick!

"Go away, go away!"

Jiang Feiyu tossed Zhang Qi aside as if he were trash, saying with disgust:

"I want to sit with Chen Shanzhi and have a good chat."

"This kid has suddenly changed his temperament after not seeing him for a month; I have to interrogate him properly!"

"Ouch, damn it!"

Zhang Qi stumbled, and his backside landed solidly on the aisle floor.

It hurt so much that he grimaced and rubbed his butt.

By the time he scrambled up while grumbling, he discovered that the seats had already been claimed.

Tang Xiaowu sat in the number one seat, Chen Shanzhi in the second, and Jiang Feiyu in the number three seat.

That drunkard Murong Yun had already seized the number four seat with quick eyes and fast hands the moment Zhang Qi was tossed out.

Now, only the number five seat, closest to the aisle, remained lonely and vacant.

Zhang Qi brushed the dust off his backside and sat down in the number five seat with a dejected look.

As soon as he sat down, Murong Yun next to him let out a hiccup smelling of alcohol.

He very generously handed over the precious pot of wine in his hand and asked with hazy eyes:

"Brother... looking at your expression, are you in a bad mood? Want a sip?"

Zhang Qi was so angry that he pushed the wine pot away, shaking his head like a rattle-drum.

"No, I won't drink! Why are you drinking so early in the morning!"

He gritted his teeth and hissed in a low voice: "Since when am I in a bad mood? I'm doing just fine!"

Murong Yun shrugged, took back the wine pot, chugged a large mouthful, and ignored him.

The group had just sat down and were bickering with each other.

Just then.

"Creeeak—"

The lecture hall door was slowly pushed open from the outside.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of jade pendants clinking, an extremely beautiful figure walked onto the podium at the front of the lecture hall with unhurried steps.

The lecture hall, which had been noisy with whispering students.

Seemed to be hit by an immobilization spell in an instant.

All the whispering ceased abruptly.

The entire lecture hall became so quiet that only the sound of gasping could be heard.

Chen Shanzhi had been chatting idly with Jiang Feiyu.

Hearing the commotion, he also curiously raised his head and looked toward the podium.

He only took one glance.

And Chen Shanzhi's gaze became glued to her.

The woman who walked onto the podium had hair like a waterfall, casually held up by a single wooden hairpin, exuding a lazy, intellectual beauty.

She wore an exquisitely crafted light purple cross-collar short shirt, with a moon-white form-fitting undergarment inside.

The neckline of the short shirt was cut just right, neither appearing frivolous nor failing to reveal a hint of skin that sparked the imagination.

A wide black silk sash was tied around her waist, perfectly outlining her slender, willow-like waist.

But this was not the most lethal part.

The most fatal thing was the aura the woman exuded from head to toe.

Her eyebrows were delicate, her skin as white as snow, and every corner of her eyes and brows carried a gentleness and composure settled by time.

It was a ripe, mature sexiness, like a peach ready to drip with juice.

Every smile and frown carried a mature feminine charm that would drive any young lad crazy.

However, this was not what surprised Chen Shanzhi the most.

What surprised him most was when the woman walked onto the podium with light steps.

And then turned to face the students, the moment her skirt slightly lifted.

Chen Shanzhi's eyes widened, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

"Gulp."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, very clearly.

He hadn't seen wrong.

He absolutely hadn't seen wrong!

Beneath that slightly lifted skirt, on the woman's straight, slender, jade-like legs.

There was actually a layer of ink-colored Heavenly Silkworm thin silk, extremely form-fitting, faintly revealing the flesh tone of her legs beneath!

That material, that luster, that curve tightly wrapping around her calves and extending all the way to the tops of her thighs...

Isn't this f*cking just an otherworldly version of black silk stockings!

Chen Shanzhi screamed internally.

As expected of a galgame world!

This kind of mature woman's outfit that perfectly hits the aesthetic points of perverts is simply a dimensional strike, ruthlessly piercing his fetish!

Just as Chen Shanzhi was staring intently at the beautiful legs on the podium.

A rustling sound of clothing friction suddenly came from beside him.

Chen Shanzhi turned his head to look.

He saw Jiang Feiyu, who had just been acting like a big sister, sitting with her legs crossed and munching on a bun.

Now looked like a mouse seeing a cat!

She quickly shoved the half-eaten bun in her hand into the drawer.

She wiped her oily fingers haphazardly on her clothes, then folded her hands neatly on the desk.

Her back was straight as a board.

Her eyes were clear and stupid, and her face wore an incredibly obedient, even somewhat fawning smile, as she stared straight at the podium.

She looked exactly like a model student.

Seeing this, Chen Shanzhi couldn't help but laugh to himself.

As a hardcore player who had completed all achievements, he naturally knew.

This ripe, top-tier beauty on the podium wearing "black silk".

Was none other than the Four Seas Academy Revered Master, Palace Master Su Jianqing!

A top-tier expert ranked eleventh on the immortal stele heaven rank!

At the same time, she was also the Revered Master of this female hooligan beside him, Jiang Feiyu.

In the original game plot, these last six months of literature classes would be taught by Palace Master Su Jianqing herself.

And this was also a super-benefit period left for the player in the game's settings.

As long as one controlled the original protagonist Tang Liu during this stage and performed frantically in literature class to max out this Revered Master's favorability.

By the Middle Stage of the game.

Palace Master Su Jianqing would be the thickest, most stable thigh the player could hug!

With this great expert protecting the Dao, she could help the protagonist defeat many difficult bosses in the Middle Stage.

And, more importantly...

Chen Shanzhi's gaze once again swept unnoticeably over the long legs wrapped in heavenly silkworm silk on the podium.

Palace Master Su Jianqing has stockings!

Super beautiful legs in the physical sense!

Such a fragrant, soft, and powerful thigh.

Any normal player would want to rush up and hug it tightly, wouldn't they?

In any case, he, Chen Shanzhi, is a vulgar person.

He not only wants to hug it, he also wants to...

Chen Shanzhi couldn't help but show a hehe smile.

However, the other students in the lecture hall at this moment didn't have Chen Shanzhi's ability to predict the future.

The Four Seas Academy Revered Master had always been elusive, like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail.

Except for occasionally showing her face with a veil at the opening ceremony, she rarely appeared before the students.

These ordinary students couldn't recognize who this woman, exuding fatal temptation, was.

But whoever it was.

As long as it wasn't that old geezer from before who only knew how to spout "zhi hu zhe ye" and made everyone sleepy whenever he read!

The male students in the entire lecture hall were already completely boiling over at this moment.

The eyes of the boys in the front row were almost glowing green.

The teacher changed?

And it's such a top-tier mature beauty?

If anyone dares to skip a single literature class from now on, it would be a total waste of a treasure!

On the podium, Palace Master Su Jianqing gently placed the book in her hand onto the lectern.

Those eyes, so gentle they seemed like they could drip with water.

With a hint of a smile, she slowly swept over the students below.

Finally, her gaze lingered for half a second on the obedient-looking Jiang Feiyu.

Then, extremely subtly, it swept over the person next to her who was unscrupulously sizing her up... the Marquis of Zhenguo's heir.

"Interesting." Palace Master Su Jianqing's lips curled into an imperceptible smile.