They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

This is the kind of outfit that the neighbor's wife likes best; she looks dignified and elegant, and it's quite pleasing to the eye.

After a day of rest, Ella had clearly calmed down.

Even when facing Char, he can maintain a calm mind, as if the person in front of him is just an ordinary freshman.

Yes, that seems to be the case.

Ella is showing Char a tour of the Seven Shields Academy.

The blue spires and snow-white buildings are all castle-like structures.

The facility is fully equipped with sports, teaching, living, and leisure areas, and its landscape design is pleasing to the eye.

It is magnificent and has complete internal facilities.

The two had been walking around for half an hour and had only covered half the area.

In terms of scale, it is no less than a small country, forming its own world.

Xia looked up at the azure sky, where fluffy white clouds shimmered with gold.

This is a color deviation caused by the barrier.

Suddenly, Xia Ya heard the chattering of girls. He looked down and bumped into the girls coming out of class.

Lively and energetic young girls are always beautiful, radiating youthful energy, and wearing uniquely designed uniforms.

The white uniform was decorated with blue lines, and the dark blue pleated skirt accentuated her slender, beautiful legs, which were eye-catching as she swayed.

Char's gaze fell on the girls' beautiful legs.

Short skirts and stockings are the perfect match.

At first glance, the vast majority of the students were pleasing-to-the-eye girls.

Q: Why is there such a large gender imbalance at Seven Shields Academy?

Don't ask, it's just a characteristic of the underworld.

Although the plot is a bit disgusting, the concept is really brilliant.

"This is the teaching area for second-year students. Your classes will be held here."

A gentle, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, and Ella turned her head slightly to look in another direction.

He appeared to be conducting business in a very professional manner, meticulously leading Char on the tour.

Xia followed her gaze and walked after her.

"Hello, Teacher Ai."

"Teacher Ai looks beautiful today."

As she walked along the way, many students greeted Ella with bows and salutations.

Looking at the two girls in front of him, their faces full of admiration and adoration, Xia was no longer surprised.

Because they weren't the first to step forward and greet them.

Ella simply nodded slightly, a faint smile on her face, dignified and composed, making one feel even more respectful.

Ella's popularity and prestige have become evident along the way.

The students respected and admired Ella so much because of her outstanding teaching abilities.

Not only is he exceptionally talented, but his teaching methods have also received unanimous praise from his students.

Although she was greedy and a truly bad woman.

However, it must be admitted that Ella is truly talented to be able to become a first-level lecturer at Seven Shields Academy.

The students' admiration for Ella stemmed not only from their recognition of her abilities but also from her appearance.

Within the academy, Ella is also a renowned representative of classical beauty.

How could a teacher who is both talented and beautiful, with an outstanding temperament, not be popular?

Char's gaze gradually shifted from his surroundings to Ella.

I wish I could let this outstanding and beautiful mentor cry a little longer.

Once an idea is formed, swift and decisive action is taken.

Ella felt a long, dry hand grasp her soft hand, and she instinctively turned her head to look at Xia.

"Auntie Ai, getting familiar with the academy isn't the most important thing. Can you give me a unique and unconventional lesson?"

The handsome young man held the wrist of the classical beauty, the sunlight casting a warm glow on her black hair.

The boy's warm smile and clean, sunny disposition were even warmer than the sun.

Ella looked at the studious boy, instinctively swallowed, and tensed up with nervousness.

I don't know why, but I feel a bit of danger.

Chapter Twelve: The Wife's Secret Lessons, Feng Aotian's Pitiful Perspective

"The morning is an adjustment period for students to get acquainted with...school life...and most importantly...the freshman ceremony in the afternoon, which is an event that all freshmen...must attend."

Her gentle, magnetic voice trembled slightly, breaking into broken sentences.

"Well, what else?"

The boy's clear voice was languid.

"And... tomorrow there will be a qualifying round for new students, which is the most important... because it will determine the future class divisions."

The gentle young woman's voice was somewhat weak; even though it trembled and was intermittent, she still managed to finish speaking.

The boy, however, was indifferent.

"Oh."

He was extremely familiar with these things.

However, he was very dissatisfied with Ella's teaching.

"Auntie Ai, how can you teach others like this?"

Char's voice was tinged with worry and doubt.

How can a lecturer not be able to speak clearly?

"Char!"

Ella's voice rose slightly, and the sound, forced out through gritted teeth, seemed somewhat angry.

Is it because she didn't teach well in class?

It's clearly all his fault, okay?

But Ella had a bitter pill to swallow.

On the park bench, Ella's ears were bright red, and the blush began to spread across her face.

Although the voice was raised, it was still kept down.

His eyes darted around, revealing his nervousness and panic.

The way he looked around was as if he were a thief, afraid of being discovered.

Ella subconsciously twisted her waist slightly, the arc of which was very small.

He seemed a bit reserved and shy.

The bench blocked most of his body, and meticulously trimmed shrubs further obscured the ground beneath it.

But if you turn around and stand on the opposite bank of the river, you can see the young man sitting upright next to the purple-haired beauty, with a pair of beautiful legs in black stockings draped over his lap.

Char's hand rested on the black stockings; the silky texture and soft elasticity felt wonderful.

"Auntie Ai, how was my hand massage?"

Char's voice remained lazy, with a hint of a smile.

Which teacher wants to teach blood circulation massage in class?!

Ella was somewhat devastated.

Char is very fair.

Although he doesn't have the money to offer private lessons, he can still give back to his mentor with his own hands!

So, one person taught privately, and the other expressed sincere gratitude, which together created the scene we see today.

Ella is now filled with regret, deep regret.

She couldn't understand how she could have been so foolish as to believe Xia's nonsense.

She should have firmly rejected him and slapped him.

However, his pride and self-control were instantly shattered into nothingness in front of this young man.

Ella bit her lower lip, trying her best to maintain her professional ethics.

But to be honest, the massage was really comfortable.