No matter what, the class preparation bell has already rung. I know that Old George comrade definitely won’t listen to my nonsense. The result of being late can only be described as tragic—Old George comrade’s greatest skill is “chanting scriptures.” The state forbids “corporal punishment” of students, but it never said anything about “verbal punishment.” The nagging of Tang Monk in “A Chinese Odyssey” is already legendary, but Old George is even better by a notch. …I think this should be quickly drafted and passed by tomorrow!

I walked into the classroom, trembling with fear. Old George’s expression was already unfriendly. Although there were still ten minutes before class started, all the students were already in the zone… each one still holding a book, sleepwalking.

Emily Carter and Grace Bennett suddenly gave me a smile. If it were before, I definitely would have been so excited I couldn’t sleep, dreaming of hitting two birds with one stone and losing my virginity in the process. But their strange behavior only confirmed my suspicions.

“Bro Lei, what’s up, you just got here? Have you finished ‘Fierce Dragon’? If you have, let me read it!” My deskmate was already getting impatient, whispering to me. If you think his grades are bad, you’re dead wrong. I’ve never admired anyone growing up, but when it comes to studying, I really respect this guy. He spends way more time than me reading novels and playing games—at least I know to listen in class, but he doesn’t even bother, yet still gets first place every time. Luckily, fate is fair—he’s not as handsome as me, and he actually “respects” me!

My deskmate William Clark, just about 1.6 meters tall, is a bit shorter than my standard 1.8 meters. He wears thick glasses, but I swear it’s not from studying too much. His trademark is a big head and few words. The teachers are all fooled by his looks and grades, but in reality, he’s the real troublemaker!

“Shh, keep it down! Don’t you want to live? If George catches you, you’ll be fine, but I’ll be skinned alive!” Even Old George can’t help but play favorites. After all, Walter is a super honor student, a teacher’s pet, a future star of the school, and a hot candidate for this year’s top scorer in the college entrance exam.

“Boss, I know you’re the best, come on, hand it over!” Seeing William Clark’s eager face, I quietly slipped him the book I finished at noon from under the desk. For our convenience, I’d already removed the divider in the middle.

Maybe because my yang energy was strong, I was feeling bolder and actually got interested in observing the two beauties in front of me!

The first class was Chinese. Our Chinese teacher was a woman not yet fifty, a real “obasan.” She was the nicest person—never forced us to listen to her lessons. She’d lecture up front, and we’d do our own thing in the back: copying homework, reading novels, whispering, or sneaking peeks at pretty girls.

Jeez, why are they sweating too? Isn’t that normal?

Maybe it was just too hot. Emily Carter’s face was a little flushed. Through her fair, jade-like neck, I could see her profile. Tiny beads of sweat hung from her delicate, upturned nose, and her budding chest looked full and round under her slim, tight shirt. She really was a perfect woman.

Oh, my god, just a little more and I could see something amazing through the gap in her shirt. Sigh, don’t look at what you shouldn’t—Amitabha.

Actually, it wasn’t just me. Lots of guys were sneaking glances at her. On a hot day like this, looking at such a beauty was definitely a pleasure. Her looks were one thing, but Emily Carter’s icy, noble aura made it impossible for us to have any disrespectful thoughts. Sometimes I wondered—if she weren’t Chinese, I’d suspect she was a princess from some other country! …Of course, definitely not the daughter of an African chief.

But it was strange—when we discussed it privately, others admired me, saying that when they saw Emily Carter, they didn’t know why, but couldn’t say a word, always feeling some noble aura pressing down on them!

Jeez, it can’t be that serious, right? But it’s true, the teachers rarely look this way, and never call on them in class. Even if the two beauties’ grades are pretty dismal, they never get criticized. Outsiders think it’s because they’re pretty, but after today’s accidental discovery, I think there’s more to it!

Let me play Sherlock Holmes for a bit and expose the true nature of these two fox spirits. I’d rather believe that’s what they really are—after all, ghosts are said to suck away yang energy, which isn’t good for your health!

As for fox spirits, they’re symbols of beauty, kindness, gentleness, thoughtfulness, and deep affection! That’s what all the stories in “Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio” say.

Damn it, Grace Bennett, that stinky woman, actually dared to step on me!!!

Just as I was about to get back at her, a little note somehow landed on my desk, with eight delicate characters and two punctuation marks: “Don’t stare around, watch your eyes!”

Jeez, my first reaction was to step back on her. This is too much—nice guys get stepped on, huh? Just because you’re pretty? Besides, I wasn’t even looking at her. Wait, how did she know I was looking at Emily Carter!

I gasped—this really was a bit supernatural. But I’m not afraid. Suddenly, I felt that if they wanted to do something to me, I’d have no way to resist. Since that’s the case, what am I afraid of!