In Yan Miaozhu's office.
The film school's faculty office was spacious, typically shared by six teachers.
It was summer break, and all teachers without summer semester classes were on vacation.
The entire office was empty except for Yan Miaozhu, who had a class scheduled that day.
Lin Yu carried Yan Miaozhu’s bag as they entered the office together, his mind inevitably wandering.
Holy cow, this atmosphere…
How could anyone not let their imagination run wild?
College days—especially the fiery, passionate years of university life.
What guy hadn’t indulged in some… less-than-proper fantasies?
A young female teacher, an empty office…
The more taboo the scenario, the more thrilling the fantasy became.
Once upon a time, Lin Yu had been part of that fantasizing crowd.
Who would’ve thought…
He’d actually get to live it out one day!
Click…
The sound of the door locking was soft, but Yan Miaozhu’s movements were practiced.
Clearly, this wasn’t her first time.
From her chat logs with male students, it wasn’t hard to tell she’d been planning this for a while.
She just hadn’t found the right opportunity—or the right target—until now.
"Lin Yu, plug in my laptop and copy all the group assignments from the USB drive."
"The hard drive’s on my desk. Thanks."
"I’ll get you a drink—coffee or cola?"
Coffee or cola…
Yan Miaozhu really knew how to enjoy herself.
Weren’t you just texting your husband about dieting?
Preparing cola… for whom?
Lin Yu replied with restraint:
"Thank you, Professor Yan, but I’m not thirsty."
"I’ll start organizing the assignments right away."
Watching Lin Yu’s tall, well-built figure walk away, Yan Miaozhu bit her lip and smiled.
What a shy little guy!
How had she never noticed before how fair-skinned and sunny he looked?
Especially…
That perfect, vulnerable family background!
Lin Yu took the laptop from Yan Miaozhu’s bag and sat at her designated workstation.
Her desk stood out from the others.
Everything on the shelves was meticulously arranged.
A Brazilian wood plant, a tiny cactus, a lotus-leaf water bowl…
Trendy little knickknacks from this era added a touch of refinement.
Very much the aesthetic of a "meticulous, girly girl."
But Lin Yu knew better.
The woman beside him was no innocent, carefree "girly girl."
Wait—
Not sitting anymore. Now she was… lying down!
Despite Lin Yu’s refusal, Yan Miaozhu still poured him a cola and set it on the desk.
Then she pulled out a foldable lounger nearby and said to Lin Yu:
"My dear class rep, I’ll leave the work to you."
"I stayed up until 2 a.m. binge-watching anime, and had to wake up early this morning."
"I’m gonna nap. Wake me when you’re done."
"If I don’t wake up, just shake me. I’m a heavy sleeper."
As she spoke,
Yan Miaozhu slipped on an eye mask, adjusting it over her forehead.
Before lying down, she even gave Lin Yu a thumbs-up.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn, Professor Yan’s good at this!
Lying down so casually, completely unguarded in front of him.
Under her brown bodycon skirt were long, slender legs—flawless, poreless skin.
She must’ve spent a fortune on maintenance.
With that eye mask on, who wouldn’t be tempted?
Wasn’t this basically telling Lin Yu…
Go ahead, stare at me all you want—I can’t see a thing.
Don’t hold back, my dear class rep!
We’re kindred spirits—I love anime too! Stayed up past 2 a.m. for it!
Don’t you think we’re mentally compatible?
Tsk tsk tsk.
As expected—older ginger’s spicier, and that white blouse is barely holding on!
Luckily, this wasn’t Lin Yu’s first day after rebirth.
The past few days had left him well-fed and satisfied.
If this had happened right after his rebirth…
Even knowing it was a trap, he might’ve poked the hornet’s nest just to see what happened.
Teacher-student taboos? Morality?
The people at the top of society—aren’t they all after the same thing?
Nobody’s any better.
Those who claim to have principles fall into two categories:
One—young and naive, still clinging to childish ideals of chivalry;
Two—older, but broke.
The idealism of youth is non-renewable.
Even after rebirth, while age resets, some things don’t grow back.
With Lin Yu’s current judgment…
If he reached out and touched her now, Professor Yan would probably just pretend to scold him—and keep his secret.
Back-and-forth like that, and small secrets would turn into big ones!
So really…
Timing is everything in life.
Thanks to his housemates, he wasn’t desperate enough to poke that hornet’s nest.
Shaking off his thoughts (and averting his gaze), Lin Yu began the tedious task of copying files.
Just over a hundred photos—how long could that take?
Even the slowest computer would finish in two minutes.
Not nearly enough time for Professor Yan to nap.
Her real message was clear: I never planned to let you leave so soon.
Lin Yu picked up the white hard drive on the desk and examined it.
A skilled hunter’s trap must be hidden here, right?
What kind of snare would a veteran like her set?
He connected the drive and opened it.
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"
Oh, really?
No subtlety at all? Not even pretending?
The hard drive contained only two folders and one video file in plain sight—all clearly labeled.
Folder 1: Student Assignments Backup
Folder 2: Personal Life Photos
Video File: Lin Yu’s Cosplay Stage Performance Download
Wow.
So Professor Yan had planned this before today’s class?
Lin Yu now strongly suspected…
Even if his group’s photos had been utter garbage, she’d have found another excuse to call him here.
When Death calls your name, you don’t refuse.
The video was just proof she’d been watching him.
The other two folders were the real bait.
Only now did Lin Yu realize—
That eye mask was genius!
Another layer of implication: Go ahead, browse my "personal life photos" openly!
Well then…
It’d be rude not to look.
...
(First update today. As usual, there’ll be bonus chapters tonight. Keep the support coming!)
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