All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

Jiang Tang believes that the problem lies not with him, but with Ye Rulan.

When he occasionally ran into Ye Rulan, he would greet her like a normal neighbor, but Ye Rulan always seemed flustered and didn't seem very willing to communicate with Jiang Tang.

Now, because of class and being pestered by Jiang Tang, she had no choice but to have their first conversation.

Initially, Ye Rulan went through a fierce internal struggle. She always believed that it was a very bad thing to have private contact and communication with her boyfriend behind her girlfriend's back... oops, I mean behind her female friends' backs.

This is why Ye Rulan has been resisting normal communication with Jiang Tang.

After all, as a beautiful single woman living alone, she is someone who makes people uneasy in many ways.

Since that's the case, Ye Rulan had no choice but to put Shixue's mind at ease with her actions.

So she avoided Jiang Tang and shunned him.

Unexpectedly, the two met in class, and there was no way to avoid it.

Moreover, Jiang Tang is an incredibly sociable person. He not only gets along very well with his professors and mentors, but also practically monopolizes their tutoring time.

God knows how he has so many questions to ask!

What about the other students?

More importantly, Jiang Tang has a quick ability to understand problems and is often able to apply what he has learned to other situations, constantly absorbing new knowledge and generating new questions, and so on.

Ye Rulan wanted to say, "Jiang Tang, if you keep asking questions like this, you'll soon drain all the knowledge in your head related to this course. You'll even stump yourself. I'm afraid that after a few more classes, you'll be able to replace me as your teaching assistant!"

What made Ye Rulan feel both fortunate and frustrated was that...

Jiang Tang truly had no worldly thoughts about himself.

Ye Rulan felt like she was just a tool for teaching Jiang Tang how to use experimental equipment and knowledge about biological cells...

The kind of person you can discard after asking the questions.

Moreover, Jiang Tang was clearly more interested in the various plant and animal cells that were growing in the petri dishes than in himself.

My own beauty is not even as good as a piece of meat in a petri dish!

Ye Rulan's confidence suffered a devastating blow after spending just one class with Jiang Tang.

The lab class finally ended, and Ye Rulan's mood was in turmoil.

Jiang Tang, however, received high praise from his mentor Ye Rulan and was granted special permission to use the laboratory at other times, but he was required to pay attention to experimental procedures and safety.

Jiang Tang's treatment naturally drew envy from everyone, but they were helpless, as not everyone possessed such terrifying learning abilities as Jiang Tang.

There is a fundamental difference between a top student and a genius. A top student scores 98 points because that's the highest score they can get, while a genius scores 100 points because the highest score on the exam is only 100.

However, Jiang Tang did not forget to thank Ye Rulan and politely said to her.

"If you have time, you can come to my house as a guest."

"...Well, let's talk about it when we have time."

Ye Rulan looked gloomy, and even her voice trembled slightly.

After all, a student with a strong thirst for knowledge is terrifying after being tortured for an entire class period!

Li Baiwei, who struggled to keep up with the pace among the students, looked at Jiang Tang with envy and longing, but when her gaze fell, a hint of loneliness inevitably arose.

Perhaps she was thinking that no matter how hard she tried to catch up with someone as outstanding as Jiang Tang, she could never catch up with him.

Not to mention... standing right next to him.

Before I knew it, it was afternoon.

It's time to take the elective course "Appreciation of Anime Art in Japan".

264 Perhaps she didn't want to leave him either.

Jiang Tang also likes to arrive at class right on time. Although he knows that arriving early will allow him to grab a better seat, he often ends up not doing so.

Perhaps this is a habit he retained from his high school days.

One reason is that my home is far from the school, so it takes longer to get there by subway or on foot.

On the other hand, as an excellent student, Jiang Tang is theoretically expected to avoid major disciplinary incidents, and the school and teachers would turn a blind eye to such things as being late.

Once you get to university, you won't get that kind of treatment. If you miss the roll call at the beginning of class, even if you're the top student in the whole grade, you'll still lose attendance points.

Reluctantly leaving home, bidding farewell to the games on his computer and the fragrant Shi Xue, Jiang Tang glanced casually at his neighbor's closed door before turning his gaze back and heading towards the elevator.

It takes about fifteen minutes to get from the apartment complex to the classroom. Jiang Tang checked his phone and saw that he only had ten minutes left.

There's nothing more to say, let's go!

If he jogged at a steady pace, it would only take Jiang Tang six minutes to reach the classroom door. His breathing quickened slightly, but he wasn't out of breath yet.

The classroom was already packed with eagerly awaiting students. Jiang Tang walked through the front door, then slipped in through the back door – it was his habit.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet, so the chaotic noise in the classroom drowned out the sound of his footsteps as he entered.

Because this class is different from the professional classes, the students dared to get close to the teacher and go to the front row of the classroom.

So the situation has reversed. The back rows are not as crowded as before, but the front rows are more crowded, while the middle rows are still as popular as ever.

Moreover, because it is an elective course, it's not just first-year students who choose it; there might also be second-, third-, and even fourth-year students who choose and take the course.

Jiang Tang originally intended to find a seat in the back row, but his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was a silhouette from behind, the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing hair.

No matter how many times I see it, I still feel that she and she are so similar.

Judging from the back view alone, it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing, and it almost inevitably attracted Jiang Tang's gaze, making it soften like water.

As the saying goes, "love me, love my dog," but Jiang Tang never understood this phrase before. He thought that if someone liked another person, they would only like that person and wouldn't extend that same affection to the things around her.

But now Jiang Tang is gradually beginning to understand that irrepressible soft-heartedness and tendency to compromise.

Because of Liu Chuyun, Jiang Tang was quite willing to build a good relationship with Liu Qingqing, a somewhat self-centered, naive girl whose bust size was proportional to her personality.

Yes, the girl he discovered and focused on was his senior, Liu Qingqing, who studied at the School of Foreign Languages.

Today, she wore a high-necked, fitted sleeveless knit sweater as a base layer, resembling a haute couture gown. The light plum blossom pink color would have looked vulgar if it were darker, but the color at this moment was just right, fresh and natural.

Over her was a light pink off-the-shoulder wool coat that revealed her fair, rounded, and delicate shoulders. The slightly loose style and the long sleeves that seemed to swallow her fingers almost completely gave her a delicate and clever look, as if she were holding the cuffs.

Her slender waist and delicate chest complement each other perfectly. The hem of her coat is tucked into a tight-fitting pencil skirt, so every step she takes must be graceful and charming. Even if she sits still, she is a unique and beautiful sight.

Whether she noticed Jiang Tang's gaze or whether Liu Qingqing categorized his gaze towards her as belonging to the same group as that of others, it's unclear.

From Jiang Tang's perspective, one can see that Liu Qingqing's somewhat unnatural gesture of brushing a strand of hair behind her ear causes a light gold crescent-shaped earring to sway gently beneath her soft, delicate earlobe.

She was used to being the perfect goddess in the eyes of others, used to being the center of attention, and demanded the utmost excellence from herself.

As if possessed, Jiang Tang walked towards her.

Clearly, none of Liu Chuyun's friends managed to get a spot in the class, and her demeanor was so elegant and aloof that it made her seem unapproachable. Thus, a perfect no-man's-land was formed around Miss Liu.

This is probably one of the reasons why Liu Chuyun felt nervous and had to maintain a refined and aloof demeanor.

Compared to Liu Chuyun, the girl's profile lacked a mature and charming allure, but possessed a touch of pure reserve.

However, given her figure, she doesn't seem to exude a mature and alluring charm.

Jiang Tang could only say these words to himself; otherwise, if Liu Qingqing found out, he would probably be in big trouble.

Even so, when Jiang Tang's gaze moved down to Liu Qingqing's tightly closed legs, which were clad in a bodycon skirt, even he, who was used to seeing all sorts of women, couldn't help but have his eyes light up slightly.

It turns out she does possess a mature and alluring charm, but it's not located in the upper body, but rather in the lower part, on her full and graceful hips and thighs...

If Jiang Tang's gaze initially only made Liu Qingqing instinctively notice him, like many male classmates who gazed at her from afar, it might have made her feel somewhat pressured and vaguely proud, but ultimately it didn't attract her attention.

As he walked toward him, getting closer and closer, his gaze became increasingly naked and undisguised.

Liu Qingqing's lips drooped slightly in displeasure, her brows furrowed, her hips twisted in a confined position, and her legs squeezed together even tighter.

"..."

Perhaps she was thinking, why would there be such an impolite boy? It's a bit too disgusting. When facing a strange girl, or even a beautiful strange girl, he could just glance at her a couple of times and that would be enough. No one would blame him.

But he stared at me so boldly, and he got closer and closer to me.

Her gaze lingered on her legs and even her prominent buttocks, but deliberately ignored her breasts, which only fueled her anger!

"Excuse me, student..."

Finally, when Jiang Tang was about two body lengths away from her, Liu Qingqing couldn't help but look up, trying to stop him from getting closer to her.

But the moment she saw Jiang Tang's cold face, she forgot to speak, opened her lips, which were painted with light cherry blossom lipstick, in surprise, and even her tightly closed legs involuntarily loosened.

It was absolutely just because of surprise, nothing else!

"you……!"

Jiang Tang's very existence is a fatal blow to the language center of countless young girls.

Specifically, this can cause women to become unable to organize their thoughts effectively, and they may even speak without thinking.

"I'm here, senior."

Jiang Tang, however, remained calm and composed, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone as if to say, "You asked me to come, so I came."

But... who asked you to come!

Liu Qingqing's face flushed red and then turned pale.

Jiang Tang had already sat down leisurely in the seat next to her. He hadn't even brought a book, but he had placed his phone on the desk. At least Liu Qingqing had brought a book.

The name was displayed on the side title page. Jiang Tang glanced at it and saw that it was a collection of short stories by Maupassant, titled "Boule de Suif," one of his most famous works that made him famous.

Most people may not be familiar with Maupassant, but once his short stories are mentioned, they will definitely have the feeling of "Oh, it was him!"

For example, "My Uncle Jules" and "The Necklace" are classics that must be discussed in Chinese language classes.

Liu Qingqing was speechless for a moment, so she stared at Jiang Tang with an angry look, trying to tell her that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Jiang Tang's gaze was fixed on her book, completely ignoring her angry little gesture.

It was as if she had punched cotton, with no effect whatsoever, causing her no pain or discomfort.

But Jiang Tang had actually noticed it, which is why he said that.

"Don't look at me like that. Shouldn't you just say what a coincidence?"