You Ran felt that the course was not very constructive. After all, nowadays, as long as you close the door in your dormitory and watch an hour of porn, what is there that you don't know about sex? Why bother to come to class for two hours every week?
Just as I was about to go back to sleep, the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. There was only one possibility for this—the teacher had arrived.
You Ran raised her tired, misty eyes and squinted at the podium.
Looking at it this way, those two eyeballs almost bulged out.
That teacher was none other than Qu Yun!
Although You Ran believed that her grudges with him were settled, she still felt somewhat unhappy whenever she saw this man.
Therefore, You Ran subconsciously shrank her body, trying to avoid being discovered by Qu Yun.
Qu Yunyi introduced himself briefly and then began the lesson.
You Ran tucked half her body under the table, intending to stay in that position and sleep through the class, but the whispers around her made it impossible for her to fall asleep.
Those rustling sounds were nothing more than praise for Qu Yun's wretched appearance.
You Ran opened one eye and glanced at Qu Yun on the podium.
To be honest, it looks good on the outside, but what's inside is less than impressive.
Halfway through his speech, Qu Yun took out a roll call list, saying he would call on people to answer questions.
You Ran could see it clearly: Qu Yun's eyes merely glanced at the book in a pretentious manner, and then...
“Li Youran.” Qu Yun looked up at the direction Youran was sitting, his dark and calm eyes fixed on her.
You Ran was very puzzled as to why Qu Yun, that damned man, always knew exactly where she was.
There was no other way; in the classroom, the teacher was the most powerful, so You Ran had no choice but to stand up with a stiff upper lip.
But this was not what Qu Yun wanted: "Please have this student stand on the podium."
In You Ran's view, the podium at this moment was no different from a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, because there was Qu Yun, this silent beast, there.
But—You Ran had no other choice.
Step by step, she leisurely approached the beast.
The beast smiled, revealing its gleaming white teeth, an elegant light flowing across them: "Finally, please turn around and face the podium."
A cold sweat began to trickle down her forehead, feeling cool and refreshing. Trembling with fear, she did as instructed.
Then, the beast began to explain using her as a human model: "Men's and women's buttocks are different. Generally speaking, women's buttocks are full and rounded, with the angle between the two posterior superior iliac spines being 90 degrees; men's buttocks are smaller, square in shape, with prominent edges... The fullness of the buttocks was one of the important conditions for beauty in ancient times. A woman's buttocks were not only a matter of sex appeal, but more importantly, they were related to fertility. As the saying goes, big buttocks mean good fertility... And our classmate Li Youran is definitely the first choice for daughter-in-law in the hearts of all mothers-in-law who want to hold their grandchildren as soon as possible..."
Qu Yun continued her explanation, while the students below chuckled, and You Ran's every nerve was filled with embarrassment.
It was only then that she realized that her score with Qu Yun was far from over.
It was only at that moment that You Ran realized she had offended someone she shouldn't have.
This was the second lesson Qu Yun taught her—that one shouldn't easily form grudges.
[Lesson 3] Revenge is endless.
You Ran believed that it was reasonable to pay interest on loans taken out at high interest rates, and therefore she understood Qu Yun's revenge.
After all, being slapped in public is a double blow to both the body and the soul.
Given this, it's within You Ran's acceptable range for Qu Yun to retaliate against her again.
Unfortunately, the retaliation didn't happen just once.
In every elective class thereafter, You Ran would inevitably be dragged out and made into a personal model, nakedly teased by Qu Yun in front of the huge lecture hall filled with students from all grades and departments, suffering both spiritual and physical torment.
From then on, You Ran became a celebrity in the whole school, and whenever she walked on the campus, she would always cause whispers.
The whispers went something like this: "Big butt...flat chest...how pathetic."
You Ran believed that although no single part of her body was outstanding, the combination of parts was still considered standard. However, due to Qu Yun's ulterior motives, her figure became a complete victim.
Under such intense pressure from Qu Yun, You Ran began to act strangely.
My roommate often finds her facing the wall in the middle of the night, with a strange green light in her eyes, as if she were possessed, slashing at the face in Qu Yun's photo with a knife. As she slashes, she will suddenly stand up, staring blankly at the knife, ready to rush to Qu Yun and fight him to the death.
My roommate was terrified and had to hide the knife every night before going to bed.
Unexpectedly, You Ran, who was sleepwalking, couldn't find the knife and instead grabbed a broom, ran into the corridor, and bumped right into a classmate who had been woken up by the urge to pee, causing a series of shrill screams.
The next day, rumors began circulating in the girls' dormitory that Harry Potter had appeared in the corridor riding a broomstick the night before, stirring up the hearts of countless young girls. The most popular thing that week was to bring small stools to the corridor in the middle of the night, eat sunflower seeds, and wait for Harry, who had mistakenly entered a socialist country.
Not only the girl who lived with You Ran was implicated, but also Ye Xiaomi, who was by her side.
Ye Xiaomi was merely praising Qu Yun's good looks as a matter of fact when You Ran, who had gone mad and was completely insane, pushed her into the flower bushes, causing her to fall and shed tears.
From then on, for the sake of their own safety and property, no one dared to mention the name Qu Yun or the word "glasses" in front of You Ran.
After the Earth had been spinning around and around along its axis for many years, You Ran finally regained some of her senses, just in time for the annual sports meet.
The college has announced that anyone who participates in this sports meet, regardless of whether they place in a medal, will receive bonus points when applying for scholarships.
Because of this policy, everyone was very enthusiastic and rushed to sign up.
You Ran was a good girl who liked money, and she followed the crowd, but she wasn't fast enough. When she arrived, there were only the legendary, inhumane 800-meter women's race spots left.
Seeing You Ran's furrowed brows, the sports committee member comforted her, "It's okay, we're not asking you to win any prizes, just take a walk."
You Ran thought it made sense, so she handed in her registration form.
This sports meet coincided with the 50th anniversary of the school's founding, so it was held with extra solemnity.
Walking around the field until your head is spinning, then the principal's thirty-minute speech, one after another, followed by a speech from some director, another with a thud, then another from the Party Secretary, another with a bump...
You Ran, who had been pulled up early in the morning, was already drowsy. Her eyelids were like those of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian in front of Leifeng Pagoda, desperately trying to close.
Just then, You Ran suddenly felt a familiar, slightly chilly aura coming from her right side, soaking most of her body.
You Ran was startled and subconsciously looked up.
She saw a bright, white light.
Qu...Yun.
You Ran's whole body began to tense up, and her breathing automatically adjusted to once every 30 seconds.
On the stage, an unknown VIP was passionately recounting the school's glorious history, while below, a chaotic inner universe was churning within You Ran.
Attack, defend, or flee?
You Ran kept moving the cursor in her options bar.
Finally, Qu Yun made the first move: "I heard you participated in the women's 800 meters?"
The voice was neither fast nor slow, just like the tone of "The weather is so nice today".
It took You Ran a long time to realize that he was talking to her.
After a leisurely ten-second pause, she replied calmly and confidently, "Yes, so what?"
A soft laugh reached You Ran's right ear. She didn't steal a glance at Qu Yun, but the small vortex at the corner of his mouth still appeared before her eyes.
Then, Qu Yun left without making a sound.
In fact, this was their first real conversation.
Throughout the entire exchange, both men kept their eyes on the leader on the stage, and no one around them noticed that a silent battle had already taken place between them.
The air was thick with smoke, yet there was no sound.
Whether it was to test them or not, the temperature suddenly rose during the days of the sports meet, and even sitting in the shade was unbearably hot.
Occasionally, a breeze would blow, like a thick gauze covering one's skin, making every pore soak with sweat, heavy and uncomfortable.
Leisurely holding an ice cream in her left hand and a small fan in her right, she was still sweltering in the heat.
It wasn't just the heat; You Ran was also very irritable.
Because sitting on the step below her is Qu Yun, the mysterious creature that remains unscathed even when all life on Earth has perished.
The class teacher, You Ran, has been busy pursuing her doctorate and has therefore entrusted the class to counselor Qu Yun for care.
Irritable, You Ran felt irritated just by looking at a strand of Qu Yun's hair.
You Ran doesn't like to dwell on things, so she deliberately turned her attention to the sports field, trying to shift her focus.
On the scalding hot field, where boiling water had been poured, a men's and women's shot put competition was underway. A burly girl, with a slight effort, threw the shot put into the sky, where it transformed into a dazzling black star.
Taking a leisurely bite of ice cream—I admire that.
Meanwhile, a slender, Japanese-Korean-style boy shakily lifted the lead ball, which felt like a thousand-pound weight to him, and with all his might, prepared to throw it. But when it was halfway up in the air, there was a "crack" sound, and his thin, bean sprout-like wrist dislocated.
He leisurely waved his fan heavily—sympathy.
At that moment, the female warrior who had won the competition immediately threw herself onto the washboard chest of the Japanese and Korean version of the boy, crying and shouting, "My lord, you can't abandon my lines!"
A sob escaped her lips – indeed, to each their own.
Just when I managed to shift my thoughts a little, the irritability automatically came back to haunt me.
Qu Yun turned around and called You Ran's name: "We're almost out of mineral water, could you please go and buy a case for me?"
"Why...it's me?" You Ran's tone was full of wariness.
“Because… you’re the only one who’s relatively free.” Qu Yun smiled slightly, and then his glasses made a “ding” sound, followed by a flash of white light.
He remained silent and offered no rebuttal.
Because the school heartthrob was about to compete in the men's 100-meter race, all the female students ran to the side of the track to reserve their spots.
Because the school beauty was about to compete in the women's 100-meter breaststroke, all the male students crowded to the edge of the pool, drooling as they watched.
Looking around, it seems that only You Ran has a bit of free time.
A bead of sweat, the size of a soybean, dripped down You Ran's chin and onto the ground.
How could she possibly lift a case of bottled water?
You Ran has always believed that if someone pushes you down a well, you should pull them down with you.
So she closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and said, "I'm just a weak woman with limited abilities. Please, counselor, help me move this."
Qu Yun opened her mouth and uttered two words: "No."
"Why?" You Ran squinted her eyes.
“Because,” Qu Yun slowly retreated to the shade of the tree, smoothing the stray hairs on her forehead with her ring finger, and said in a very natural tone, “I’m afraid of getting a tan.”