It's a Pervert Without Any Abusive Meaning

At noon, as the last student in each row handed in their exam papers to the proctor, the monthly test officially came to an end.

When the exam was over, Lin Yu didn’t have the habit of checking answers with others.

The first to rush out of the classroom, Lin Yu was in high spirits as he headed straight for the school cafeteria.

The world is big, but eating comes first!

Time to chow down!

...

Leaving the cafeteria window, Lin Yu carried a huge plate piled high with delicious food, casually picking a seat before starting to show off.

Just as he was enjoying his meal, a pleasant aroma wafted over. Lin Yu puffed out his cheeks and looked up to see Gu Yue smiling sweetly, her face glowing with undeniable happiness and pride.

After quickly chewing a couple of times and swallowing his mouthful, Lin Yu curiously asked:

“Why so happy?”

“Did you win the lottery?”

Gu Yue shook her head with a smile.

“No.”

She placed her tray down opposite Lin Yu and sat down, bubbling with excitement as she said:

“Lin Ge.”

“I think I did really well on this month’s test!”

“Except for a few questions I didn’t know how to do, I managed to solve the rest!”

As Gu Yue spoke, she lifted her chin slightly, her expression full of pride—almost as if she wanted to write ‘praise me’ across her face.

Lin Yu stared at her blankly, blinking a few times, completely confused by what she meant.

Of course you can solve the ones you know how to do! What’s so special about that?

Seeing Lin Yu’s puzzled look, Gu Yue realized her words might have been unclear and explained:

“I mean, except for a few really tough problems and some topics I haven’t reviewed yet, I could solve every question I had learned.”

“And it was all pretty easy.”

“Do you get what I mean?”

“I get it.”

This time, Lin Yu finally understood what Gu Yue was saying. He nodded and replied:

“So you’re saying you bombed the test, right?”

Hearing Lin Yu say that with such certainty, Gu Yue’s eyes widened and her pink lips parted, looking adorably shocked.

“No.”

“Lin Ge.”

“I said I did well on this test.”

“The questions were easy to solve.”

“Why would you think I did badly?”

Gu Yue asked, genuinely confused.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Lin Yu shrugged and analyzed:

“If you think the questions were easy, then there are only two possibilities.”

“Either you’re a genius who managed to master all the material you’ve studied in less than two months.”

“Or you got every question wrong.”

“Like if the test asked you to build a phone, but you handed in a rock shaped like a phone and said, ‘This is way too easy.’”

“Which one do you think you are?”

Lin Yu propped his forearm on the cafeteria table, smiling at Gu Yue with a look that said, “You tell me.”

“Uh...”

Hearing Lin Yu put it that way, Gu Yue’s confident smile vanished instantly, replaced by an awkward grin.

She lightly scratched her cheek with her index finger, hesitating as she spoke:

“I should…”

“Maybe…”

“Seems like…”

“It’s not the second one, right?”

“...”

Lin Yu said nothing and just kept staring at Gu Yue.

Under Lin Yu’s intense gaze, Gu Yue’s not-so-thick skin quickly gave way.

But instead of denying it, she let out a little chuckle, wearing a pleading, innocent expression that seemed to say, “I’m already this cute, just let me slide through, okay?”

Lin Yu rolled his eyes at her but didn’t continue his ambiguous stare.

“So, Long Ge, how do you feel about this exam?” Gu Yue asked curiously.

“Think your ranking will go up?”

“Don’t know,” Lin Yu mumbled, chewing on his food with a muffled voice.

“Probably about the same as last time…”

…

Because it was just a regular monthly test, and the papers were graded by the school’s own teachers, the results came back quickly.

During the last self-study period, the report cards printed with scores and class and school rankings were handed out. As part of the homework, they had to be taken home for parents to sign.

Lin Yu looked at his ranking on the report card and nodded with some satisfaction.

He was, of course, the undisputed top of the class.

But that meant very little—after all, in this super underperforming class, just passing all subjects basically guaranteed first place.

What made Lin Yu feel better was his school-wide ranking.

Two hundred and forty-third in the entire school.

Quite an improvement from last time.

But not by much.

Just a few dozen spots.

He figured his true ability was roughly around this rank.

Hovering near the two-hundred mark, and if he wanted to break into the top two hundred, he’d have to put in some serious effort.

But was this score enough to get into a tier-one university?

A bit iffy.

Lin Yu scratched his head, a little annoyed.

Damn it.

In his past life, his grades hovered right around the tier-one admission line.

And in this life, his grades were still stuck around that same line.

So what’s the point of this whole transmigration?

Damn.

I don’t want to try anymore.

I want to be taken care of by a rich woman…

Thinking of this, Lin Yu suddenly felt a bit speechless.

Actually, there was one rich woman like that.

Right at the school gate.

Young, attractive, and wealthy.

Just a pity she was kind of crazy.

But honestly, she wasn’t all that bad.

Lin Yu silently complained, putting himself in her shoes.

After all, she wanted to be the one getting hit, not doing the hitting.

Otherwise, she’d have a few people throw her into a pitch-black dungeon.

Whips, stiletto heels, steel wool balls—one after another.

She really couldn’t handle a few rounds of that!

When it came to Qing Mo, Lin Yu understood her well.

He had absolutely no worries about her kidnapping him or using his weaknesses to force him to obey.

To put it bluntly,

she just liked feeling looked down on, like a lowly person in front of him.

If she forcibly did something to him and lost that feeling of being beneath him, she might actually be unhappy.

She might even cherish that feeling more than he did.

She definitely wouldn’t make a move against him.

Tsk tsk.

Every time he thought about this, Lin Yu couldn’t help but shake his head.

No wonder she could be the female lead in a hentai manga.

She was truly not your average kind of twisted…

…

Downtown.

In a riverside penthouse worth tens of millions, a man dressed in casual clothes sat with his brow deeply furrowed, clearly troubled by worries that money couldn’t solve.

From time to time, his anxious gaze flicked to the phone screen on the table.

It seemed he was waiting for some important news.

Finally.

After a long wait, the phone chimed with a message notification.

The man snatched up the phone and eagerly opened the message to read it.

???

Staring at the text that announced his complete dismissal from all his duties, he felt as if the sky had collapsed on him.

Forcing himself to calm down, he thought briefly and quickly realized who must be behind this.

Only she could have done this. Only she.

Had the matter been exposed?

His face turned pale with panic, and instinctively he reached to call the woman to explain.

He refused to let the duck he had stuffed into a pressure cooker fly away just like that, unwilling to see years of effort go to waste.

But before he could dial, a sudden, urgent knocking sounded at the door.

Zhou He frowned tightly, unsure who would dare to knock on his door so rudely.

His eyes instinctively flicked back to the phone screen, and seeing the incoming number, a bad feeling crept into his heart.

The knocking outside was loud and impatient, leaving him no choice but to answer the door.

He walked over and opened it, only to see several familiar men in suits standing there. His expression instantly shifted to one of extreme tension.

“What do you want?” he demanded loudly.

He put on a mask of anger but couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes.

The burly men in suits were unfazed by his act. The leader among them spoke calmly:

“Mr. Zhou, the lady sent us this time to teach you a lesson.”

“You should know exactly why.”

“We hope you’ll understand.”

Hearing this, Zhou He’s face first turned terrified, then furious. He roared:

“Let’s see who the fuc—”

Before he could finish, his voice was abruptly cut off like a kite with a broken string.

The suited men pulled back the leg he tried to kick and, together, surged into the room.

“Click.”

The door shut behind them, and silence fell once more.