The two of them sat in frustration for a long time before finally remembering, and looked at each other in disbelief, feeling an urge to burst out laughing. William Clark pulled the desperately trying-not-to-laugh Helen Harris into his arms. Maybe because she was too busy holding back her laughter this time, she didn’t struggle much.

It turned out that the person spouting those cheesy love lines was the nearly fifty-year-old director of student affairs, who was also William Clark’s Chinese teacher. He was short and sleazy-looking, no matter how you looked at him he didn’t seem like a good person, making people wonder how he could have become a director. On top of that, he was extremely lecherous, always taking advantage of female students. As for the mysterious “Yanyan Sweetheart,” it was probably Emma Bolton. Just thinking about it made William Clark want to vomit—super dinosaur + pervert guy??? This combination was simply unbeatable!

“Zhang Xiaoxian, Alfred Tennyson, and Tagore’s ‘Stray Birds’—this ‘sex bug’ (Charles Stone) really isn’t ordinary. Looks like I really should pay more attention in Chinese class from now on.” William Clark muttered to himself. This guy’s Chinese skills were no joke; when he spoke, he was definitely no worse than William Clark himself—shameless and full of flowery nonsense!

“Charles Ingram, stop it, someone might hear! I’ll be embarrassed～～～” Emma Bolton whined in a soft, syrupy voice.

“Don’t worry, there’s no one here. Let me give you a kiss, just one!” Charles Stone said impatiently.

Then William Clark and Helen Harris heard a series of exaggerated kissing sounds and the rustling of clothes. Helen Harris never expected her colleague would do something so bold in the office, her mouth hung wide open, making William Clark secretly laugh. For the pure Helen Harris, this was definitely quite a shock. Once her psychological defenses were lowered, he might be able to take advantage of the opportunity. He really had to thank these two teachers for their free “adult education.”

A person’s downfall always needs some triggers, and those triggers must be activated to take effect. It’s like a child from a single-parent family taking drugs—the trigger is family discord; a rapist committing a crime—the trigger might be reading some pornographic magazine or watching a video beforehand; and in “Carefree Travels: Quest for the World,” Megan Duke falls in love with the romantic young master Linda Lane because the Carefree Emperor Emily Thompson had already opened a crack in her heart, giving the eldest son of the Qiushui Sword Sect a chance to slip in.

The two who had just finished their tryst quickly went back to class. Hearing the door close, Helen Harris let out a sigh of relief and tried to stand up, only to find her waist tightly held by William Clark. Just as she was about to get angry, William Clark suddenly let go and helped her straighten her messy clothes. She clearly saw deep affection and love in those profound eyes. In that instant of gentleness, William Clark gave Helen Harris a dizzying illusion, as if she were a little woman cherished by her lover, snuggling in his arms. For the first time, she realized that the student whose face still bore traces of childishness already had a mature air about him. The clean and handsome boy was no longer just a straightforward child, because a child would never have that slightly roguish, seductive smile at the corner of his lips—a smile with a mysterious allure, making him hover between a warm, vibrant youth and a world-weary adult.

While Helen Harris was lost in thought, William Clark secretly kissed her rosy, tempting lips, ambiguously stealing Helen Harris’s precious first kiss. Before the dazed Helen Harris could react, William Clark slipped out of the office, leaving behind the beautiful teacher with a trace of grievance and confusion on her face.

The only witness was the still-beautiful flower on the desk.

Chapter 7: The R4 Young Masters of the Noble Academy

Walking out of the office, William Clark felt like a triumphant general, wishing he could build a triumphal arch like Caesar to show off his victory. It really seemed like a good day—being able to get the first kiss of the school’s top beauty teacher, Helen Harris. William Clark was sure it was her first kiss, because Helen Harris was famous for her pride and self-respect, and in this rumor-filled school, she had never had any negative gossip. He had already taken the crucial first step—a good start is half the battle. William Clark had never truly conquered a mature woman before; Helen Harris meant something different to him. She wasn’t just a trophy, but more a way to express his feelings. For once, he chose the process over the result.

He went to the park behind the school. He really had no interest in attending class. For him, life should be enjoyed to the fullest, just like Jorge Guéno. As for what would happen in the future, that was a problem for the future. Worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes—worrying about the future today was meaningless for someone like William Clark, a rich kid who never knew hardship.

Seize the day and enjoy it to the fullest—never let the golden goblet face the moon in vain! This was William Clark’s life creed!

Since it was class time, the school’s private park was especially quiet. The autumn sunlight was particularly gentle, lacking the scorching heat of summer or the affectation of spring. All that remained was the warmth that time had left behind—subtle and soothing, like Mozart’s “Symphony No. 41 in C Major,” who, along with Gluck, Wagner, and Verdi, was called one of the “four giants in the history of European opera.” It carried a faint touch of melancholy.