The academic genius started by accidentally flirting with the rich female principal.

The mature female professor, sitting at her desk, had her legs slightly together, the tips of her high heels lightly touching the ground. Then, she carefully lifted her trouser leg, instantly revealing her Balenciaga black stockings with the lettering on them.

Gently pulling her trousers up to her knees, Shen Yanru couldn't help but glance downwards. The stockings clung tightly to her slender calves, outlining smooth and well-proportioned lines. What was even more striking was that she was wearing black high heels, which perfectly complemented the stockings.

"well--"

Shen Yanru sighed, averting her gaze. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the table without any rhythm, revealing the turmoil in her mind.

The professor, always aloof and meticulous, who usually buttoned his collar all the way up, inexplicably did this: wearing black stockings under his suit trousers in the sweltering heat. And why stockings? Why else could it be!

"absurd..."

"How is this getting more and more absurd?"

The mature female professor clenched her fists, somewhat unable to contain her anticipation of what someone would see.

he...

What kind of reaction will that little pervert have when he sees this?

However, the moment this thought arose, the mature female professor forcefully suppressed it. But the more she suppressed her emotions, the stronger the anticipation became.

While feeling that she was being unreasonable, Shen Yanru was also uncontrollably imagining someone's expression in her mind.

"ah--"

Under the constant pressure of these two emotions, the mature female professor finally broke down, grabbed a piece of scrap paper, and tore it to shreds.

So annoying!

So annoying!

I'll wear it, I'll show it to him, let him do whatever he wants!

The mature female professor, feeling utterly defeated, stood up angrily, intending to pour herself a glass of water to quell her resentment.

Perhaps because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, or perhaps because her emotions were unstable, she accidentally twisted her ankle and lost her balance. Fortunately, the mature female professor reacted quickly and managed to grab the corner of the table, thus avoiding falling.

The pain brought Shen Yanru back to her senses, accompanied by panic and helplessness. As the pain in her ankle intensified, she returned to her seat and instinctively picked up her phone from the table. The first person she thought of was... Chen Yu.

The mature female professor bit her lip tightly, her heart once again caught in a struggle.

I never expected that when I twisted my ankle, the first person I thought of wouldn't be anyone else, but...it would actually be him.

But then again...

That doesn't seem to be a problem, since he's the only one around.

and...

There's a bet between us.

If he doesn't care about me, who will?

Thinking of this, Shen Yanru immediately sent him a message, disregarding the fact that his foot was still in a cast, since she needed him right now.

......

......

Shen Yanru: I twisted my ankle.

[Shen Yanru: I'm in my office, can you come over?]

Upon seeing the message from the mature female professor and glancing at his left foot in a cast, Chen Yu felt like crying.

What should I do?

What else can we do!

She said that, so even if I sprain my left ankle, or even if both legs are amputated, I still have to go!

"Cough cough cough—"

"I'm going out...you...you better work hard."

Chen Yu slowly stood up, leaning on his cane as he walked towards the door, saying to Zhou Qihang as he went.

"what?"

"So determined?"

"Just finished last night, and you're leaving again tomorrow?"

Zhou Qihang stared at him in shock, his brows furrowed with astonishment and disbelief, even a little at a loss for words... He cautiously said, "Can your body handle it? Don't die in a rich woman's bed."

"What and what?"

"Professor Shen Yanru contacted me..." Chen Yu rolled his eyes and retorted irritably, "Qihang... Every generation has its own historical mission. Our generation shoulders the great rejuvenation of our motherland, so could you please cleanse your mind of all that filth?"

"I...I..."

The initial moral high ground and the subsequent blows left Zhou Qihang completely bewildered.

Leaving his dormitory, Chen Yu headed straight for the mature female professor's office. He didn't know how much time had passed before he rushed over. When he pushed open the door, he saw Shen Yanru sitting in front of the computer, looking pitiful.

"Why are you so late?"

Shen Yanru bit her lip and couldn't help but complain when she saw the person who was late.

However, when she noticed the cast on Chen Yu's foot, she suddenly felt a pang of regret...

"I'm going to buy Yunnan Baiyao spray."

Chen Yu took out the Yunnan Baiyao spray he had just bought, slowly walked to her side, and asked with concern, "Is it swollen?"

"No..."

"It's...very painful."

The mature female professor answered softly.

"Well..."

"It shouldn't be a big problem. If it were more serious, it would already be swollen." Chen Yu pursed his lips and said seriously, "Pull up your pants leg first, I'll spray some medicine on you, and then massage it a few times to let the medicine penetrate."

Shen Yanru responded and was about to pull up her trouser leg when she suddenly stopped.

"that..."

"I...I..."

Shen Yanru turned her face slightly to the side, her cold tone tinged with a hint of shame, and muttered, "Whatever you see later, don't... don't make a fuss. Just pretend nothing happened, understand?"

Chen Yu was still completely bewildered, not understanding what she was talking about at all, but then... as the mature female professor lifted her trouser leg, his eyes were instantly locked onto a glimpse of black at her ankle.

I never imagined I'd actually see those beautiful legs in stockings, the kind I only ever saw in photos!

The black stockings were as thin as cicada wings, clinging tightly to her slender calves like black ribbons wrapped around her jade-like legs, so exquisite that it was impossible to look away.

"Can I take it off?"

Chen Yu withdrew his gaze and asked in a serious tone.

"..."

"You...you can just do it like this."

The mature female professor had already noticed his surprised look. As a ripple of emotion stirred within her, she turned her head and muttered, "This isn't a tank top, it's a bodycon dress."

"Oh, oh, oh."

"So you've even worn stockings?" Chen Yu asked curiously.

Shen Yanru glared at him fiercely, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she snapped, "Why do you have so many questions? Hurry up and spray the medicine on me!"

"Just ask..."

"Look how anxious you are."

Chen Yu picked up the Yunnan Baiyao spray, sprayed some on her ankles, and then began to massage to allow the medicine to penetrate the skin more fully.

He slowly reached out and gently touched the outside of her ankle, carefully pressing it... then looked up and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

"return..."

"good."

"It doesn't hurt much."

The mature female professor, whose delicate feet were being held, felt a slight difficulty in breathing.

Chen Yu nodded, and his fingers began to slowly and rhythmically knead. At the same time, the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin stockings and onto Shen Yanru's skin.

"go..."

"Go and lock the door from the inside..."

The mature female professor, slightly out of breath, spoke to Chen Yu, who was working hard.