CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: TEACHER AND DESKMATE

The girl looked about eighteen, her beauty serene and refined, like a lotus blooming in still water. Her long black ponytail swayed gently in the breeze, a few strands brushing her forehead. Her bare face needed no makeup; her delicate oval features and dark lashes were already flawless.

She wore school simple dress but it still couldn’t diminish her beauty. Sheer stockings outlined her slender legs, shimmering faintly as they caught the light, while her plain shoes only emphasized her unadorned charm.

Despite being surrounded by fashionably dressed "noble ladies," she sat calmly, unshaken, her presence completedly natural.

Her beauty wasn’t dazzling or fox-like; it was quiet, elegant, and impossible to overlook. No matter who stood beside her, she would never fade into the background.

Su Chen’s heart stirred as he gazed at her.

Gu Qing.

The prodigy of Pallet City No. 1 High School. Ranked sixth on the School Beauty List.

Though she came from a modest background, her intelligence and talent had earned her a full scholarship. At 1.68 meters tall, with near-perfect proportions—92, 59, 90—she had become the subject of countless male discussions. But unlike most beauties, she dressed modestly, her demeanor pure. That natural contrast made her irresistible—not just to boys, but even to some young teachers who couldn’t help but notice her.

What truly set her apart was her brilliance. Since childhood, she had never ranked below first place. Even in a school filled with elites and geniuses, she was always in the top three. Teachers adored her, classmates admired her, and boys dreamed of her.

Every day, rich kids from other classes would wander into Class 2(6) just to see her. They were surrounded by nightclub "girls" with heavy makeup, but Gu Qing’s natural beauty, modesty, and quiet grace were a breath of fresh air. To them, she wasn’t just a girl—she was the girl.

Her only "flaw" was her background: a single-parent family, her mother a factory worker. Ironically, this only fueled the fantasies of those young masters, who saw her as a prize they longed to claim.

But Gu Qing never wavered. When called a vixen, she simply smiled. When pursued, she remained calm and had dogded everyone so far.

To many, she wasn’t just a school belle—she was a legend in the making.

And now, by a twist of fate, this legend sat beside Su Chen as his new deskmate.

Her ponytail swayed gently as she studied with perfect posture, her focus absolute. They had never spoken in the past half-year. Compared to the three goddesses in his own home, she was not a temptation he allowed himself to entertain.

Still, sitting next to her, he couldn’t help but notice the faint fragrance that clung to her. It was fresh and sweet, not from perfume, but her natural scent. It lifted his mood instantly.

He reached for his textbook and asked casually, "What class is next?"

"English," Gu Qing replied, tapping her book with her fingers.

"Ah, Teacher Chen’s class..." Su Chen smiled knowingly.

Chen Xuewei. The English teacher every boy worshipped. A graduate of Kyoto University, she was only twenty-three but already ranked fifth on the Elegant Beauty List(teacher beauty ranking). Her sexiness, her presence enough to keep every seat filled and every boy memorizing vocabulary with religious devotion.

The bell rang. The classroom hushed.

Then—click-clack, click-clack!

The sound of heels echoed down the hall, each crisp step sending a ripple of excitement through the students.

The door opened. A red high heel appeared first, followed by legs wrapped in sheer crystal stockings. Then came the woman herself.

Chen Xuewei entered in a fitted white skirt suit. Her fiery red hair framed a face of breathtaking symmetry: arched brows, deep eyes, full lips, a gentle smile.

Her blouse strained against her full curves, hinting at soft skin beneath. Her figure was exquisite, every contour like a sculptor’s masterpiece.

She radiated maturity, elegance, and sensuality—an intoxicating mix that made even grown men weak, let alone teenage hormonal boys.

"Class, begin! Good morning, students!" she said, smiling at the podium.

"Good morning, Teacher!" the class chorused, their voices unusually loud.

Su Chen, unused to this ritual after so long away, felt awkward but quickly followed along. Luckily, Teacher Chen wasn’t strict about such things.

She began the lesson, her English flawless, her voice was simply pleasant. Boys stared shamelessly at her figure, barely hiding their hunger.

Su Chen listened intently, guided to the right page by Gu Qing. As Chen Xuewei recited, the classroom was silent—but the boys’ eyes said it all.

To his surprise, he noticed that many of the boys in the class were staring intently at Chen Xuewei’s alluring and seductive figure. Whether they were actually listening to her lecture, only they themselves could truly know.

Staring at a beautiful woman on the street would usually earn you glares—or worse, a beating if her boyfriend was nearby. But staring at a beautiful teacher in class? That could always be excused as "paying attention."

Su Chen thought about this as his gaze lingered on Teacher Chen. She always dressed conservatively, with simple, dignified attire. No makeup, no stockings, nothing flashy—yet her natural charm was impossible to hide. Even without trying, she was breathtaking.

Out of the corner of his eye, Su Chen glanced at his deskmate, Gu Qing. She, too, seemed entranced by Teacher Chen, her expression serene and beautiful. Her sharp chin, clear eyes, long lashes, and slightly parted lips gave her an almost dreamlike presence.

Su Chen couldn’t help but compare her to others. Teacher Chen had a cool, mature elegance that stirred a dangerous temptation in the hearts of men. Her strict demeanor only amplified her allure; even a rare smile from her could steal a student’s breath away.

Ye Qing, in contrast, was gentle and refined, with an almost saintly kindness that made her seem untouchable.

And then there was Gu Qing. Her beauty wasn’t as dazzling at first glance, but there was a quiet strength behind her softness, a purity that made her unforgettable. To Su Chen, she was like a dream—fragile, yet impossible not to admire.

In Su Chen’s mind, Chen Xuewei, Gu Qing, and Ye Qing each possessed unique qualities. The ideal arrangement, he mused, would be to have one as a lover, one as a confidante, and one as a wife...

"Stop! What am I even thinking?" Su Chen’s mind jolted, and he hastily banished those fanciful thoughts, lowering his head to feign focused study of the textbook.

After reciting Tagore’s poem, following Chen Xuewei’s usual classroom routine, it was time to review the previous week’s lesson.

In English class, reading aloud and memorization were crucial components, and Chen Xuewei frequently tested the students’ memorization skills.

"Class, you have five minutes to review. I’ll be calling on a few of you to recite the text at the podium," Chen Xuewei announced, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a gentle light, though her expression remained serious and focused.

The classroom immediately filled with the rustling of pages and the low hum of recitation. Some students, who had slacked off over the weekend and hadn’t memorized the material or were still struggling with it, frantically used the remaining time to cram. Others clung to the hope that Teacher Chen wouldn’t call on them.

Su Chen stared at the textbook, his mind blank. He hadn’t even glanced at the passage before. What am I going to do? He glanced at Gu Qing, his deskmate, and asked in a low, slightly embarrassed voice, "Gu Qing, have you memorized it?"

"Mm-hmm," Gu Qing nodded gently. She had memorized the passage perfectly a week ago.

"Heh, I don’t know a few words. Could you help me with them?" Su Chen asked with a sincere smile.

"Of course! Besides, I’m the class monitor, after all," Gu Qing replied with a soft smile.

"Thanks!" Su Chen felt a warmth spread through his chest at Gu Qing’s ready willingness to help. A girl as beautiful, outstanding, academically brilliant, and kind-hearted as her is truly one in a million, he thought.

Grateful that Gu Qing didn’t look down on him for being a struggling student, Su Chen wasted no time asking her about each unfamiliar word.

Each English word emerged from her lips like a note on a musical staff, drifting gently into Su Chen’s mind.

He instinctively closed his eyes, the words still vivid in his mind, their pronunciation perfectly clear.

A thought struck Su Chen. He opened his eyes, silently read the passage again, then closed them once more. To his astonishment, the entire text—over hundreds of word—had been imprinted in his mind as if copied by a machine, every detail clear.

In less than two minutes, he had memorized the entire passage, his pronunciation flawless, his intonation precise, and his enunciation impeccable.

Su Chen was secretly overjoyed. Since the fusion of those two mysterious entities within him, his brain had become far more agile than before. He even wondered if he might have memorized this passage before, leaving a lingering impression that allowed him to recall it so quickly.

Just then, Teacher Chen Xuewei began testing the students’ memorization.

Eager to test his enhanced mental abilities, Su Chen quickly flipped to an unstudied passage at the back of the textbook. For words whose pronunciation he didn’t know, he simply memorized the letter combinations.

Previously, memorizing a 300-word English passage would take him at least thirty minutes. Now, he could recall it perfectly in just a minute—a testament to Su Chen’s dramatically improved memory after yesterday’s events.

This significant discovery filled him with immense excitement. Now his childhood wish for a computer brain is fulfilled.

"Su Chen, please recite this passage!" A faint, lingering fragrance of perfume drifted over as Su Chen looked up to see Teacher Chen Xuewei standing solemnly beside him.

Calming his racing heart, Su Chen quickly stood up, his gaze drawn to Chen Xuewei’s full, firm breasts. Though clearly restrained by a large bra, their sheer volume pushed against her white, round-necked blouse, creating a tantalizing hint of cleavage. If she were to fully unleash them, what a magnificent, surging sight that would be!

"Please go to the podium and recite the entire passage from memory. Don’t be nervous!" Chen Xuewei smiled faintly, her eyes radiating encouragement and expectation.

Su Chen nodded repeatedly, a smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t help but notice the way Teacher Chen’s breasts swayed slightly with each movement, their peaks pressing against her blouse. Her perfume, he noted, was particularly pleasant.

With a hint of curiosity, Su Chen stepped onto the podium. As soon as the class saw him approach, a fresh wave of whispers rippled through the room.

"How could he possibly memorize such a difficult text? Hmph, he’s dreaming!"

"Heh, I bet he can’t even recite a single sentence. What’s he doing embarrassing himself up there?"

"Ugh, why did Teacher Chen call on him? I’ve memorized it perfectly, but she never gives me a chance."

"Yeah, having Su Chen recite is just wasting everyone’s time!"

Su Chen stood on the podium with a faint smile. He understood his classmates’ lack of confidence—after all, he had stubbornly clung to his position as the class’s "dead last" for nearly a year.

But today’s English class would likely "disappoint" them.

Standing on the podium like an actor on a stage, Su Chen smiled calmly and began reciting the English text, word for word, at a steady pace.

His pronunciation was flawless, his enunciation crisp and clear. Even the top students would struggle to achieve such precision, as the pressure of standing before the class inevitably caused some nervousness.

A look of astonishment spread across Chen Xuewei’s beautiful face. Her previous impression of Su Chen had been of a lazy, unfocused student whom the other teachers had given up on. Only she had continued to urge him to study and attend class regularly.

But today, his performance made her eyes light up with surprise and secret delight. It seemed that since becoming Gu Qing’s deskmate this semester, Su Chen had finally started to improve academically, influenced by his diligent classmate.

No truly dedicated teacher would ever give up on a student easily.

"Excellent, Su Chen! I’m giving you a perfect score for today’s recitation. Keep up the good work—hard work pays off. Your grades will improve soon enough," Chen Xuewei said with a warm smile and a nod.

Amidst the class’s stunned silence, Su Chen stepped down from the podium and returned to his seat.

"You recited that perfectly! I doubt I could have done as well if I’d gone up there," Gu Qing said, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration as she smiled.

"Heh, I just prepared a bit more thoroughly. You’d definitely do better than me if you went up there!" Su Chen replied with a modest smile, leaving it at that.