Actually, I Have a Dual Personality

Chen Zhi resignedly massaged that firm, well-proportioned calf, while silently cursing this wicked woman's entire family tree for eighteen generations in his head.

Oh, Chen Zhi, Chen Zhi.

Where is your backbone?

Where is your pride?

Feels so damn good, though.

His brain was locked in a fierce ideological struggle, but his body honestly increased the pressure of his hands. He even considerately asked,

"How is this pressure? Need me to press a bit harder?"

Pei Ningxue rested her chin on one hand and turned a page of her English textbook with the other.

She squinted slightly, her eyes and brows exuding pure comfort.

"A little to the left."

"You got it."

As time passed, a few students trickled into the classroom.

The sound of desks and chairs scraping came from the back row, along with the yawns of a few boys.

The thrill of committing this crime under the watchful eyes of the public made Chen Zhi's heartbeat involuntarily speed up a few notches.

If anyone simply walked by or glanced down, they would easily discover the romantic scenery under the desk.

Pei Ningxue seemed completely unbothered.

She still sat upright, her back straight, holding her original English novel, looking as if she were completely deaf to the outside world.

As he continued massaging, Chen Zhi's thoughts began to drift.

Human desire is like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once it starts, it can never be stopped.

Touching her through the pants didn't feel like much at first.

But now his hands were hot, and his heart was hot too.

A bold thought popped up from the depths of his mind.

In the photo last night, this wicked woman was wearing black pantyhose.

What about today?

Chen Zhi swallowed hard.

His gaze drifted downward involuntarily.

Today, Pei Ningxue was wearing a pair of little white sneakers, with a sliver of white cotton socks peeking out at her ankles.

It looked perfectly normal.

But this woman's greatest skill was disguise.

On the surface, she was an untouchable flower on a high peak, but behind the scenes, she was a top-tier hunter who baited people with leg pics.

Chen Zhi glanced up.

Pei Ningxue was intently staring at a line in her book, seemingly pondering a question.

Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

She hadn't noticed his movements at all.

An opportunity.

A godsend.

Chen Zhi felt like he could no longer suppress the primal energy surging within him.

It was just like Schrödinger's cat.

Before lifting the pant leg, Pei Ningxue's legs were in a superposition state of "wearing them" and "not wearing them."

As a science student with a strong thirst for knowledge, Chen Zhi felt obligated to uncover the truth of this world.

Even if he had to pay a small price for it.

Chen Zhi's fingers continued to massage her, but his movements began to change quietly.

His pinky finger seemingly accidentally hooked the hem of her school uniform pants.

His heart disappointingly skipped a couple of fast beats.

This was even more nerve-wracking than the first time he went to a foot massage parlor in his past life.

Must be fast.

Must be accurate.

Must be ruthless.

Chen Zhi took a deep breath and held it.

The pant leg was lifted just a bit.

At that moment, Chen Zhi's pupils sharply contracted.

She really was wearing them!

She really was a wicked woman!

Wearing such alluring gear to school every day, is she testing me?

Just as Chen Zhi's brain was flooded with blood, ready to lift it a bit higher for a closer look...

"Does it look good?"

The voice was light, faint, and even carried a hint of a smile.

Chen Zhi's fingers froze.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The sound of reciting in the classroom, the footsteps in the corridor, all vanished in an instant.

Only these few words echoed infinitely in Chen Zhi's mind.

It is over.

Caught red-handed.

Chen Zhi awkwardly raised his head.

She tilted her head, her beautiful eyes staring at him with a half-smile, a playful smirk curving her lips. Where was the serious demeanor of a good student?

Where did this demoness come from? Give me back my aloof good bro!

Chen Zhi's CPU spun frantically, trying to find a way out among thousands of excuses.

Should he say he was helping her check for loose threads?

Or say a mosquito just flew in there?

No, too fake.

At times like this, explaining is just covering up, and covering up makes it a fact.

He had to turn the tables!

Chen Zhi quickly adjusted his facial muscles, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and put on a disdainful expression of "Is that it?"

He let go, allowing the pant leg to slip down and cover that alluring touch of black.

"It is just average."

Chen Zhi curled his lips, his tone full of criticism. "Pantyhose with this denier count have terrible breathability and easily breed bacteria. I am criticizing you from a health perspective."

Watching him pretend to be calm, the smile in Pei Ningxue's eyes deepened.

She was not angry; instead, she sat up slightly straighter.

Then, under Chen Zhi's shocked gaze, she actually reached out, pinched her own pant leg, and slowly pulled it up.

The black pantyhose that had only been slightly exposed instantly revealed a large patch.

"Oh?"

"Really just average?"

Pei Ningxue kept her voice very low, coaxing gently, "Do you want to... touch it again to confirm?"

Chen Zhi: "!!!"

What kind of wild talk is this!

Is this something I can listen to for free?

Chen Zhi looked at Pei Ningxue's stunning face so close to him, and felt the sensation coming from her leg again.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

Who could resist this?

His reputation was already ruined anyway, might as well go all in.

Since you want to play, I will play with you to the end!

A highly sleazy smile appeared on Chen Zhi's face as he rubbed his hands together.

"Hehe, I suppose I could."

"Since classmate Pei is so enthusiastic, I will reluctantly..."

As he spoke, his hand reached out once again toward that sinful leg.

Just a second before his fingertips were about to touch the fabric.

Swish.

Pei Ningxue suddenly pulled her leg back, casually dropping the pant leg down and covering it up tightly.

Pei Ningxue sat up straight, picked up her English book again, and turned a page.

Her movements were smooth and exceptionally elegant.

As if the siren who had just been teasing him with her leg was not her at all.

Chen Zhi's hand hung in mid-air.

Grasping nothing but air.

It felt just like playing a claw machine as a kid—the claw clearly had the toy, but dropped it right before the exit.

"You..."

Chen Zhi's eyes widened, staring at the woman in front of him who changed her tune faster than turning a page.

Are you playing with me?!

Pei Ningxue did not look sideways, her voice cold and clear: "Class is starting, study hard."

Study hard, my ass!

The bell for morning reading has not even rung yet!

Chen Zhi felt like he had been totally played.

From buying breakfast, to the massage just now, to the final seduction and rejection.

Every single step was within this woman's calculations.

It seemed this woman had put all her stat points into something very strange.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair somewhat dejectedly, his heart full of frustration.

For some reason, he actually felt a lingering sense of wanting more.

Driven by some inexplicable impulse.

Chen Zhi raised his right hand, the very one that had committed the crime.

Brought it under his nose.

And gave it a gentle sniff.

Hmm.

Beautiful girls really do smell nice.

As soon as this thought popped up, Chen Zhi snapped awake.

Holy shit!

What the hell am I doing?!

This is perverted, right? This is absolutely perverted!

I, Chen Zhi, with my lifelong stellar reputation, how could I do something so incredibly sleazy?!

He snatched his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, looking to his side in horror.

Pei Ningxue was turning her head, looking right at him.

Her book was lowered just enough to reveal those beautiful eyes.

The teasing look from earlier was gone.

Replaced by a look one might give to a piece of trash.

There was even a hint of disgust in it.

Her expression clearly said: I did not expect you to be this kind of person.

Total social suicide.

If there were a crack in the ground right now, Chen Zhi would dive into it without hesitation and weld it shut from the inside.

Even when Lin Wanwan was interrogating him yesterday, he had not panicked this much.

He had to find an excuse to smooth this over!

Even if the excuse was completely absurd, it would still be better than admitting he was a pervert who sniffed his own hands!

Chen Zhi coughed abruptly, straightened his back, and looked at Pei Ningxue with a deadpan, serious face.

"Well... actually, I have a split personality."

Pei Ningxue raised an eyebrow. She did not say a word, quietly watching his performance.

Chen Zhi continued his solemn nonsense: "That was not me just now. My alternate personality took over. You know, a condition like a split personality is very hard to control."

"That personality is a bit... well, a bit uninhibited. Sometimes he does weird things."

"But I have already suppressed him."

"The me right now is the main personality."

Chen Zhi patted his chest, speaking with righteous conviction. "I am a man free from vulgar tastes, a noble man, a pure man."

"Everything that just happened had nothing to do with me."

"Really."

To increase his credibility, he purposely widened his eyes, trying to show the utmost sincerity in his gaze.

Pei Ningxue looked at him quietly.

She looked at his slightly flushed face born of a guilty conscience, and those eyes that darted everywhere, too afraid to meet hers.

A few seconds passed.

She raised her book again, covering the lower half of her face.

But behind the cover of the book...

Her shoulders trembled slightly twice.

A very soft chuckle slipped out from behind the pages.

"Heh."

She parted her lips and slowly spat out a single word.

"Pervert."