【Desire and Dreams 2】

Chapter Two: A Beauty Contest

"That's all for this class. We'll take a 10-minute break, then continue with the next lesson..."

The female professor's gentle voice announced the end of the first class, and she elegantly wiped the chalk dust off her hands with

a tissue .

A commotion erupted in the classroom as students stood up, most stretching and then sitting back down to continue admiring the

beautiful .

"Professor Ling, there's something I don't understand. How should this be understood..."

A usually sly boy rushed to the podium with his textbook.

"What don't you understand?... This part... you should understand it like this..." The female professor

patiently .

The boy pretended to be humbled and leaned close to the professor, but his eyes kept stealing glances at her full, perky

breasts .

"Damn! This kid's too smart! How come I didn't think of that..."

The third boy said, quickly getting up and rushing to the podium to pretend to listen in. The other boys had already anticipated this and

surrounded him.

Soon, the female PhD student sitting behind the podium was surrounded by a group of "studious" male students. She

patiently answered their questions.

Of course, many of the boys' eyes weren't fixed on the textbook questions, but rather they wanted

to !

The female PhD student casually leaned forward, demonstrating calculations on paper.

The third student, who was standing right in front, was already feeling a

racing heart Suddenly, he noticed the even more translucent skin exposed on her chest and neck as she leaned forward,

and the unbuttoned collar of her blouse, which pointed directly at her slightly heaving breasts, a sight that stirred

the imagination .

His blood rushed to his head, and his eyes darted around shamelessly.

The female PhD student sensitively realized that her fair chest, extending to the upper part of her breasts and the cleavage

, was now exposed to the students.

A faint blush appeared on her face, and her brows furrowed. He stood up, pretending there was too little space on the paper, and

turned to demonstrate calculations on the blackboard.

The third brother looked at the female PhD with infinite regret.

"Ring ring..." The class bell rang.

"Alright everyone, return to your seats, we're about to begin class..."

The female PhD announced from the podium, and the boys reluctantly returned to their seats.

"Hehe..." The third brother strutting back to his seat with a smug look on his face.

"Damn, that lewd laugh? There must be something going on! Confess..." The second brother teased, watching the third brother

return with a hint of jealousy.

"It smells so good—"

The third brother sat down, took a deep, exaggerated breath, and boasted softly.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" The eldest brother looked at the third brother's forceful sniffing and was skeptical.

"Not at all! Dr. Ling has a unique, delicate fragrance, like orchids and musk, intoxicating...

"

The third brother closed his eyes, describing it with great literary flair, as if deliberately tempting the others.

"Perfume, right?"

"Damn, boss, you doubt my nose's sensitivity? I can't smell perfume..." The third brother was a little anxious.

"Hey, no one can compare to the third brother's dog nose. If he's not bragging, it must be true! Hehe...

We'll ask him some questions when we get the chance and then we'll know if it's true or not..."

"If that's true, wouldn't she be the Fragrant Concubine?"

Several people were excitedly whispering about the female PhD.

"Hehe, brothers, guess what I saw in front of us just now?" The third brother was

obviously , and he couldn't stop talking.

"What did you see?"

"Pighead Third, stop keeping us in suspense, tell us!"

"Hehe, I, I saw..." The third brother looked around excitedly and said in a low voice, "I saw

Dr. Ling's breasts..."

"Damn! How is that possible? Are you kidding us?"

"A little above the breasts and the cleavage..." The third brother was panting heavily as he spoke, letting the others take the next step.

"You scared us!"

"Third brother, how did you see it? What was it like?"

"Hey, Dr. Ling was leaning over at the time, and one of her top buttons was undone. I just happened to peek in from there...

hehe !" The third brother laughed smugly, "...I could clearly see half of her perfectly curved breast!

The skin there was so smooth and delicate!"

"How...how fair and tender was it?" The fourth brother swallowed hard, asking enviously.

"Hehe, you can see Dr. Ling's fair face, right? The skin on her breasts was even fairer and tenderer than her face

...to put it another way, it was so fair and tender that you could see the fine capillaries underneath!" The third brother proudly described the beauty he had

accidentally stumbled upon.

Seeing the envious looks from his other brothers, the third brother continued to boast smugly.

"...More importantly, her breasts are slightly upturned, clearly full of elasticity, which is my favorite type."

"Is it because of the bra support? After all, they're big, and she's breastfed...how can they still be upturned?"

"Hard to say, look at how firm they are, unlike the soft, fluffy feeling of other women's breasts..." The third brother

insisted on his point of view.

Several boys couldn't help but stare at the female PhD student's full and perky breasts on the podium. The taut folds of her top

fully revealed the proud height and vibrant life force beneath her clothes.

"Hehe, there's no way to verify that...hehe, only those who use them will know!..."

"Those who use them will know..."

"Hehe..."

A simple sentence with so much room for imagination aroused the rich imaginations of several boys. Everyone fell silent

again , imagining how sexually blissful the man who had used them must have been. Imagining how happy they themselves would be to use them.

"Now, who wants to come to the blackboard and calculate this problem?" The female PhD student wrote a probability calculation

problem on the blackboard to check the students' attention.

"Whoosh—" More than a dozen boys raised their hands, as if they were competing to answer.

"The students are very enthusiastic!" The female PhD student smiled with satisfaction. "This student, could you come here..."

The boy called on, as if he'd won the lottery, excitedly ran to the podium, took the chalk from the female professor,

and grinned foolishly at her.

The professor smiled elegantly and gestured for him to solve the problem.

"Shh—" Amidst the hissing of the students below, the boy finally turned around, holding the chalk to the problem,

but didn't know how to begin. For the past two lessons, his eyes had been glued to the professor; he hadn't listened to a

word .

The professor had no choice but to let him return to his seat.

Another boy was called on and went to the podium, still looking like a silly little boy, staring at his

goddess until he was embarrassed by the hissing from the students below, at which point he tried to solve the problem. He hadn't been listening either, and of course, didn't

know how to begin.

The professor was both amused and exasperated, clearly understanding that these boys hadn't been paying attention.

She had no choice but to look among the girls at the back of the classroom.

"I'm not raising my hand. Going up there to be Dr. Ling's supporting role?" one girl muttered softly.

Indeed, it was an honor for a boy to stand before the professor. The girls standing in front of the female PhD student only served to highlight her

beauty and make themselves look inferior.

Only one girl in the back raised her hand.

It was the school beauty, Wen Miao!

Only the always confident, pretty, and alluring Wen Miao dared to raise her hand.

Wen Miao had always resented this "old" woman in her thirties for being more charming than her.

"Okay, this student!" the female PhD student called Wen Miao's name with a smile.

Wen Miao confidently walked towards the podium with her head held high. She believed in her charm and was sure she would win back the boys'

attention.

Wen Miao was a typical Chengdu beauty, with fair skin and delicate, beautiful features. Her face radiated a clear and

elegant beauty, and her most attractive feature was her eyes, which were like peach blossoms, curving charmingly when she smiled. It was

as if she was intentionally or unintentionally flirting.

A characteristic of Sichuan girls is that they are not tall, and their legs appear somewhat short. Wen Miao was 158cm tall, but in

seven or eight-centimeter heels, she compensated for this shortness to a good extent.

Walking to the podium, Wen Miao straightened her chest, her full breasts taut beneath her white dress, appearing

firm and elastic, proud yet reserved.

"Wow—" A soft sigh escaped the classroom.

It was a rare sight to see the goddess and the campus belle of Jiangjin University standing on the podium together.

Everyone immediately understood the difference between beauty and prettyness.

The female PhD was synonymous with beauty; Wen Miao, the campus belle, was synonymous with prettyness.

Prettyness and beauty, though seemingly similar, were different. As Bacon once said: "Beauty of form surpasses

beauty of color, and the beauty of graceful conduct surpasses beauty of form."

The female PhD's beauty was presented with an ethereal and elegant demeanor, a natural expression,

an overwhelming feeling. This kind of beautiful temperament could not be imitated.

The female PhD was graceful and noble, possessing a temperament that ordinary pretty girls could never match, an

elegance that emanated naturally from her very being. Her near-perfect beauty and her understated, pure, and innocent

expression, though perhaps containing endless emotions and hopes, made men hesitate, even

feel inferior .

A woman's beauty can be achieved through expensive clothes, makeup, and even plastic surgery, but that kind of temperament

cannot be imitated overnight! Especially that elegant and noble temperament, which

can only be cultivated from a young age by girls born into wealthy families. No matter

how beautiful Wen Miao was, she was overshadowed in terms of presence standing next to the female PhD student. She looked like

a maidservant !

The campus belle Wen Miao was far inferior to the female PhD student in terms of temperament, and her figure, which the campus belle was always proud of, could not

compare .

Although Wen Miao was somewhat slender, her breasts were by no means small, 32C. Such a chest

might not be noticeable on a model, but on Wen Miao's 158cm height

, it was extremely alluring, especially her very thin waist, which looked as if it could be wrapped in two hands, captivating

countless male suitors.

Compared to Wen Miao, the female PhD student's body was undeniably more alluring to men. If Wen Miao

's curves were like flowing water, the female PhD student's were like raging waves, yet maintained an extreme

proportion.

Her body possessed a frenzied charm; the undulating curves exuded a captivating feminine

allure , making any man who saw her want to pinch her.

People's aesthetic standards differ, and everyone acknowledged that both women were beautiful. Some might find the mature

and elegant female PhD student more beautiful, while others might prefer the youthful and pretty Wen Miao.

But when it came to allure and sexiness, everyone had to admit that the female PhD student's allure and sexiness far

surpassed .

The female PhD student was the kind of woman any man would want to possess. To conquer her was something any

man would want to do, and a very pleasurable one at that!

Standing beside the podium, the female PhD student was elegant and serene, graceful and refined, exuding the temperament of an intellectual woman. She looked at the campus belle

's correct solution with satisfaction, occasionally smiling and nodding in encouragement.

Standing beside the beautiful female PhD student, the pretty campus belle could only surpass her in youthful charm.

Compared to the campus belle Wen Miao, the intellectual female PhD student was like a piece of jade being constantly polished, like

a flower quietly blooming—unassuming, not arrogant, not haughty. Her composure, confidence, wisdom, and hidden allure

were still captivating.

"Very good, very correct!" the female PhD student praised the campus belle. "Other students should learn from Wen Miao

...pay attention in class."

Wen Miao, somewhat embarrassed like a child receiving praise, lowered her head and returned to her seat, no longer displaying the arrogance she had shown before

standing on the podium . Just now, standing so close to the female PhD student, she had already felt

the pressure exerted by the female PhD student's beauty; she was simply not in the same league as the female PhD student.

"Get out! What are you doing here again, you lunatic? Get out..." As class was about to end, the sounds of

the building .

"What's going on?" The students all looked curiously into the corridor.

Soon, some well-informed students recognized that it was the child of a school janitor. It is said that Jiang was also back then.

津大学的学生，和一个同班女生爱的死去活来。也有说他只是对人家女孩单相思。

没想到快毕业时，他发现珍爱的女生为了毕业分配的问题和系领导上了床。

刺激的他精神失常，什么也干不了，只能靠父母那微薄工资来养活。

据说那女大学生毕业留在了江津大学，但只是传说，没法确定。

后来凌梦博士到江津大学工作后，一次被这精神病看到了，就像着了魔似的

整天盯着、追着凌博士。

女博士第一次也被这个精神病吓得不轻，一些年轻男教师，趁机「英雄救美」，

暴揍神经病。善良的女博士了解了缘由后，拉开了那些男老师，在所有人的羡慕

中，善良的女博士搀扶起了被打的已经起不来的神经病。

更令人羡慕的是，女博士在从地上搀扶起神经病过程中，不小心被神经病的

乱舞的手摸了一下丰满的乳房！

Several versions of the story circulated afterward. Those with a positive outlook claimed the lunatic's dirty hand had only accidentally brushed against the female PhD student's

chest; others with a negative outlook said the lunatic's dirty hand had violently grabbed her breast, some even saying he

held and rubbed it several times, while still others insisted the female PhD student didn't flinch

but let him grab her breast…

The only real evidence was a dirty mark resembling five fingers on the chest of the female PhD student's white top that day!

That day, the female PhD student helped the mentally injured lunatic up from the ground and handed him over to his parents, who had arrived at the scene

. Out of pity, the kind-hearted female PhD student later coaxed the lunatic into taking medication.

Because of the compassion of this "goddess," the lunatic began to cooperate with the doctor's medication, his condition improved significantly, he stopped having

madness, and he was even able to help his parents with a small business to earn some money to support the family.

Of course, the lunatic still occasionally went to the school to see Dr. Ling.

Today was no exception; the lunatic, carrying a large bouquet of flowers picked from the park, searched for the female PhD student in each classroom, and

had finally found her, with the security guards also arriving.

The security guard was dragging the mentally ill man out. The man clung tightly to the door, pleadingly looking at the female professor.

"Xiao Li... let him go. Everyone's in class, don't disturb them..." The female professor

said to the security guard as she walked to the classroom door.

"I...I'm sorry...Dr. Ling, it's all my fault for not watching the door properly..." The security guard, Xiao Li, stood

awkwardly in front of the beautiful female professor, his face flushed. "It's alright...

" The female professor comforted him gently.

"Why did you pick the flowers again! Don't the flowers hurt?..." The female professor scolded the mentally ill man sternly.

"Next...next time...I...I won't do it again!" The mentally ill man wasn't afraid of anyone, but in front of the female professor, he was like

a schoolboy being scolded by a teacher.

"Alright, give me the flowers...go home and help your parents with the chores..." The female professor took

the bouquet of various park flowers.

"Hmm..." The mentally ill man agreed, turned around, took a few steps, then turned back, "Hug...hug..."

The female professor looked helpless and could only give him a symbolic hug in the simplest way.

"Awooo—" The students hissed with envy and jealousy.

The lunatic left happily, leaving the boys in the classroom dumbfounded, surprised, and envious…

"Teacher…hug…" One bold boy even copied her.

"You brat!" The female professor frowned, her eyes stern, her imposing presence startling the boy, who fell to the ground with a thud

. But this time, no one in the classroom dared to laugh out loud. The female professor exuded an invisible authority that made

no dare to challenge or offend her.

"Alright, let's continue the lesson now…" The female professor softened her expression and began to lecture.

It turned out that the beautiful female professor's angry aura was so captivating that no one dared to look directly at her.

"Ring ring—" The bell rang.

"That's all for this lesson!" The female professor closed her handouts. "If you have any questions about your studies, you can

send my email address. I will answer your questions carefully…" After saying that, the female professor wrote her

email address on the blackboard.

Looking at the email address on the blackboard, everyone busied themselves copying it down. Some people started to make their own little plans.

After finishing her email, the female PhD student, clutching her lecture notes, gracefully walked away.

The male students followed her, their eyes following her. Her black hair swayed in the breeze, her back arched gently, her waist swaying like a willow,

her hips full yet not bulky, her long legs with soft, supple lines, making the young men's

imaginations run wild.

On her way back to the office building, the female PhD student responded to various greetings with elegance and politeness.

"Are you going to scrborough far, part sleys, sage

, maternal and thyme…"

A soothing, melancholic ringtone from the theme song of "The Graduate" played on her iPhone NE3.

She took out her phone and answered as she walked.

"Hello, President Hu…"

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