Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 494 - 489: I stab you a hundred times

Chapter 494: Chapter 489: I stab you a hundred times

It wasn’t until 3:10 p.m. that Lin Zifeng finally returned to Yunhai University.

Alas, despite being so handsome, he lamented that no beauties had tried to seduce him, wasting such a good-looking face of his.

The university itself was always on the forefront of fashion, any trendy or popular item from the outside could be easily found on campus. Four years of dull life had merely served to pass the spare time of these student parties.

Standing at the entrance of Yunhai, he called Huahua several times in a row, but she seemed to be busy with something during this time, not picking up at all, which almost drove him to smash the cellphone his granny had bought for him.

Feeling he had no other option, Lin Zifeng couldn’t just stand stupidly at the entrance waiting.

In order to quickly figure out the secret of the bracelet, Lin Zifeng mustered the courage and headed toward the direction of the Archaeology Department. After all, even if that beauty counselor showed up again, she wouldn’t kill him—it’d be at most another scolding.

But just as he entered the gate of the Archaeology Department, a graceful figure appeared before Lin Zifeng’s eyes, and he immediately whipped his head around and turned on his heels.

In the blink of an eye, he was running back, all the while grumbling under his breath, "Why am I so unlucky, bumping into her as soon as I enter the classroom? Could it be that all the teachers at Yunhai University have vanished into thin air?"

"Lin Zifeng."

A clear and delicate voice suddenly came from behind him.

Lin Zifeng’s legs quivered, and he stood rooted to the spot, daring not to move, but his face turned green like a frog’s.

"Turn around," Yan Qingcheng’s indifferent voice held a hint of seductiveness.

"Hehe, what a coincidence to meet you here, counselor," he said, fully aware that he had been caught red-handed by Yan Qingcheng. He didn’t run away but instead put on an innocent grin, his eyes roaming over Yan Qingcheng’s full figure as if he was there not to study some damn archaeology but to "study" a woman’s body.

"Go ahead and make up a story. Where have you disappeared to these past few days? If you can come up with an excuse that convinces me, I will let today’s issue slide. But as for the courses you’re failing, you do understand the consequences of not graduating, right?"

Yan Qingcheng, with a book as thick as a thumb, was slowly making her way toward him.

Today, Yan Qingcheng didn’t dress as fashionably as she did on previous days, but perhaps due to not having had her noon nap.

Her sleepy eyes, half-open, watched him with interest.

Her silky hair cascaded down in front of her ample chest like a waterfall, and even with her eyes half-closed, she looked incredibly tempting, her delicate and flawless egg-shaped face glowing and moist. With each smile, the charming dimples on her cheeks bloomed like little flowers.

Her lips were naturally red, her brows naturally elegant, truly resembling the goddess that those students idolized!

Mature, poised, with great figure and sexiness, she was nearly the epitome of perfection in their eyes, a divine-level beauty with a devil-may-care attitude.

However, Lin Zifeng didn’t think much about her.

Although Yan Qingcheng was indeed beautiful, compared to his family’s old lady, she still fell a tad short.

The aura that Nangong Bing possessed was hard to find in all Zhonghai City, and what’s more important, the natural sense of superiority and the heart-moving charm she exuded with every frown and smile was something not easily found without decades of experience. After all, having been in the business world for so many years, what Nangong Bing had seen was far beyond comparison with any ordinary woman...

"Counselor, if I said my hand has been injured these past few days, would you believe me?" Lin Zifeng blinked earnestly.

"What do you think?" Yan Qingcheng lifted the books in her arms slightly, and suddenly, under the oppression of the books, those two fiery and surging treasures heaved up and down restlessly, the most fatal thing was she was wearing a V-neck pink blouse that revealed her chest, with a black bottom that was infinitely tempting, like vacuum black stockings that clawed at the heart, and beneath the skirt, that barely concealed place that endlessly drove men’s imaginations was simply too mysterious.

Lin Zifeng swallowed hard, feeling his throat burning hot.

However, quickly he managed to shift his gaze away with difficulty.

"I also think you wouldn’t believe it," Lin Zifeng seriously said.

"So you are intentionally trying to skip the teacher’s class?" Yan Qingcheng’s slender and charming eyes sparkled beneath the light makeup on her eyelids.

"Uh, Counselor, those words you’re saying, I’m really not fond of hearing them. With you being so beautiful and also such a responsible teacher, if I don’t take your class, whose class should I take?" He said, his face breaking into a smile as he began to flatter Yan Qingcheng.

The result, however, was that his attempt at flattery backfired, provoking a fit of gentle rage from Yan Qingcheng.

Especially since the first half of what he said sounded quite pleasing to the ear, but the latter part, "if I don’t take your class, whose class should I take", almost made Yan Qingcheng explode on the spot. What the hell kind of student was this! How could his speech be so lecherous?

"Don’t say anything more. Take the school regulations and copy them a hundred times for me, I will check them tomorrow," Yan Qingcheng’s eyes moved, as she seemed to be abusing her power as counselor on purpose.

"What! A hundred times? You want me to copy it a hundred times! A hundred times!" Lin Zifeng was frightened on the spot.

I’d rather screw you a hundred times than do this, and you want me to copy it a hundred times, am I an idiot! He screamed inside his head, but dared not say it out loud.

"What, do you not find copying it a hundred times challenging enough? Then make it two hundred times," Yan Qingcheng said with a straight face, her dry laughter devoid of emotion.

"Damn it! You want me to copy it two hundred times? That will kill me, Teacher!" Lin Zifeng’s eyes widened almost exclaiming out loud.

"There’s no room for negotiation. You can copy it or not, but if you don’t hand it in on time tomorrow, you can forget about attending any of my classes in the future. You’ll just stand outside the classroom," Yan Qingcheng delighted in her heart, secretly thinking, let’s see if you dare skip my class again. After all, I’m the new beauty counselor, and if you won’t even give me this much face, then let me show you what I’m capable of, let’s see if you dare fail my courses again.

"Heh heh, I’m guessing you’re just joking with me, Counselor. I can’t even do it a hundred times, you really want me to do it two hundred times, it’s enough to kill a person."

"Who’s making you do it two hundred times? Can you please speak more civilly? You’ve attended university, haven’t you? Why are you so crude?"

Yan Qingcheng’s face changed slightly as she furrowed her brows and fiercely chided him.

Only heaven knows if she was settling personal scores or not.

Civil? You’re telling me to be civil? Damn it, asking me to screw you a hundred times isn’t enough, now two hundred times, how can I be civil?

"Did you hear me?" Yan Qingcheng demanded sharply.

"I heard, but whether it can be done or not is another story," Lin Zifeng muttered quietly.