【The Devil's Virginity】(01-56) Author: Little Hand

Author: Xiaoshou Word
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Characters:

Su Xuefang (mother) Shu Qing;

Qi Yuyan (mother) Ji Wawa;

Dong Bingqian (short hair, cunning); Principal Yan (despicable, lecherous); Mi Bao'er (41 years old), lazy;

Zhou Zilu (perverted)

; Luo Xiuyi (mother Guo Yun'er); Li Leilei (proud); Xuanxuan (capable);

Wang Xixi (licentious); Qin Leyao (Aunt Qin), the most beautiful woman in the story, with a contradictory personality and a vain nature;

A stunningly beautiful, alluring man, Yang Xieyu's senior sister;

Yang Xieyu has a high IQ but low EQ and is very wild.

Prologue:

Misfortune always seems to be accompanied by storms.

Nine years ago, on a stormy night, a heartbreaking scene unfolded in front of the Haining subway station. A child
knelt at the station entrance, clinging to the legs of a beautiful woman, desperately crying, "Mommy, don't go! Don't go!"

The woman, fighting back tears, hardened her heart and said, "Yui, don't blame your mother. Blame your good-for-
nothing father. I'm sorry, Yii, Mommy has to go. Take care of yourself.
I'll come back for you once I'm settled. It's raining heavily outside, don't run around. Auntie is on her way to take you home."

With that, the woman cruelly pushed the child away and walked into the subway station alone, drawing stares from passersby. The child,
heartbroken, stamped his feet, his piercing cries echoing in the empty station.

"Mommy, Mommy, come back! Mommy, come back... Waaah!"

Finally, overwhelmed with grief, the child fainted the moment his mother's figure disappeared. An elderly man pushed through
the crowd and pinched the child's philtrum. After a while, the child slowly awoke, only to cry out for his mother again.

Chapter 1 The Handsome Boy

The
moment , the room fell into a suffocating silence. All the students stared at this unfamiliar yet beautiful woman,
wondering to themselves, "Could she be the substitute Chinese teacher Principal Yan mentioned?"

"Hello, students," Yang Xieyu said, "my name is Yang, as in sheep, rest, and rain. I am
your substitute teacher. Your teacher, Ms. Zhou, is not feeling well and will be taking a break for about a week.
During her break, I will be teaching her Chinese."

Standing at the front of the classroom, Yang Xieyu's gentle voice was like a warm spring breeze blowing into the students' hearts.
She turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard with chalk, her handwriting neat and dignified.

"Hello, Teacher Yang..."

Yang Xieyu's face was brimming with undisguised excitement. Her perfectly oval face was so delicate and beautiful that she seemed
untouched . Her long, cascading black hair moved with her long legs as she walked back and forth. Her bright, expressive
eyes seemed to ask the students of Class 5, Grade 12: Am I pretty?

The answer was written all over the students' faces. Everyone was stunned by Yang Xieyu's beauty. Although her name
was a bit unusual, it did not affect the students' evaluation of her at all.

Mi Jieyi silently repeated Yang Xieyu's name three times in her heart. She already felt that the name was easy to pronounce and full of charm. It was
just full of attraction and imagination. For some reason, after silently repeating the three words Yang Xieyu's name again, Mi Jieyi
's face turned slightly red. This was something that had never happened before. Before this, no woman could make Mi Jieyi
blush, and no woman's name could make Mi Jieyi repeat it silently. Although there were many beauties in the class and many lovely ladies in
the school , no woman could attract Mi Jieyi's attention like this.

"Please turn to page ten."

Yang Xieyu didn't chatter with the students any further. She quickly got into the role of teacher. She didn't want to embarrass Zhou Zilu during her
only seven days of substitute teaching, after all, it was Zhou Zilu who strongly recommended Yang
Xieyu to Principal Yan for the substitute teacher position.

Mi Jieyi was lost in thought. He could hardly hear what Yang Xieyu was saying on the podium. He was just
staring blankly. The morning sunlight shone through the classroom window onto his handsome face, adding a touch of
vitality and a hint of gentleness. His bright eyes were filled with Yang Xieyu's image. His high nose
was slightly upturned because of his rapid breathing, and his thin lips were pressed into a long, thin line. He seemed to be controlling his emotions.

"Now, everyone, read this article aloud."

As soon as Yang Xieyu finished speaking, the classroom filled with the sound of students reading aloud. She finally had time to relax her tense
nerves. After all, she had never been a teacher before. Although she was a top student at a teachers' college,
she had indulged in laziness after graduation. She didn't have to work and wasn't worried about food or clothing. Besides her wealthy family background, numerous admirers
vied to woo her, and expensive gifts practically filled her boudoir. If she needed money, she could simply
take a "Diaoduo" (a type of ancient Chinese sword) from among the gifts and resell it at half price for 300,000 yuan. Why bother toiling away in
chalk dust for a meager salary?

Actually, being a teacher had always been Yang Xieyu's ideal. Standing on the podium, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. In
the coming week, she could experience the joys of teaching while also achieving a goal she couldn't bring herself to say.

"Zilu is right, there are handsome guys everywhere here. Zhuang Chou in the fourth row, C position, has thick eyebrows and big eyes;
Deng Hailong in the third row, F position, has a charming smile; and Shan Wenju in the second row, G position, has an excellent temperament."

Yang Xieyu muttered to herself, casually glancing at the student attendance sheet on the podium while her bright
eyes searched for any memorable boys. Suddenly, a strange name caught her eye. She looked closely,
silently repeating it three times: Mi Jieyi, Mi Jieyi, Mi Jieyi.

Who is Mi Jieyi? Following the location shown on the attendance sheet, Yang Xieyu found
Mi Jieyi in the first row, L position. The moment her eyes fell on Mi Jieyi's face, Yang Xieyu's heart skipped a beat. She quickly looked
away, but less than three seconds later, she looked at Mi Jieyi again. Good heavens, is he a boy or a girl?
The attendance sheet clearly stated he was a boy, but he looked like a girl. Not only did he look like a girl, but his delicate
temperament and quiet demeanor were like those of a budding young woman, except his hair was a bit short.

Yang Xieyu was surprised to find such a handsome young man in the last row; even his name sounded feminine.

Yang Xieyu couldn't believe her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she finally stepped towards the classmate who was reading aloud
, hoping to observe whether Mi Jieyi was a boy or a girl.

"She's coming over. Why is she looking at me? Is it because I didn't read the text?"

Mi Jieyi quickly lowered her eyes. She had just turned to page ten of the text when her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a girl in a black dress.
Shadow caught a whiff of an unknown, delicate fragrance. He glanced at the black high heels slowly approaching from beneath the black dress,
noticing specks of indigo painted on the two rows of delicate toes peeking out. He felt a surge of excitement, yet the black high heels
spinning in place made him incredibly tense, so tense he barely dared to breathe. He was conflicted, wanting the high heels
to leave , yet also wanting them to stay beside him.

Finally, the high heels left. Mi Jieyi silently watched the pert buttocks and breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted
his handsome face up, but unexpectedly, Yang Xieyu suddenly turned around…

Their eyes met, and Mi Jieyi suddenly shuddered. A surge of heat shot up his spine, flashing through his testicles and gushing out from his
corpus cavernosum, the sticky fluid soaking his crotch.

"Huh, what's wrong with him? Why is his face suddenly so pale? Is he feeling unwell?"

Yang Xieyu looked at Mi Jieyi strangely. She noticed that Mi Jieyi was trembling and couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "Hmph,
so was peeking at my butt. He wanted to see but was afraid. What a coward."

Yang Xieyu secretly shook her head, assuming that Mi Jieyi was a coward. This wasn't surprising; men who acted like women were often weak.

If Yang Xieyu truly believed that Mi Jieyi was a coward, she would be sorely mistaken. He appeared gentle on the surface but was strong inside.
His handsome appearance both concealed his strength and brought him endless troubles. Many girls thought he
was kind and easy to bully, so they took the initiative to approach him, order him around, command him, and even molest him.

At first, Mi Jieyi was very uncomfortable, but he quickly realized that these girls who approached him had no ill intentions.
They just wanted to get Mi Jieyi's attention. In any case, even if their advances were unsuccessful, they could still find pleasure
in .

Mi Jieyi was lazy, as lazy as a woman. He was too lazy to fight, too lazy to speak, and even when bullied by girls, he
was too lazy to fight back. If he was in a good mood, and if the girl bullying him was cute, Mi Jieyi would silently endure it. If the girl bullying
him was repulsive, he would choose to leave indifferently. If a girl confessed her love to him, he would reject her without hesitation.
Therefore, during his three years of high school, this extremely handsome boy, Mi Jieyi, actually had very few scandals. The
only rumor on campus was that he was very "effeminate" and everyone thought he only liked boys and hated girls.

With this rumor, the boys naturally avoided Mi Jieyi. He had no close classmates, no friends, and
he became increasingly quiet and withdrawn. There was a bamboo grove on campus, and many people had seen Mi Jieyi's
lonely figure disappear into the bamboo grove.

"Who can understand me? Who can touch my heart? Are all the women in the world just ordinary and vulgar?"

Before meeting Yang Xieyu, Mi Jieyi would often sigh wistfully. He felt that all the women in the world,
except for his own aunt, were just ordinary and vulgar.

The school was indeed full of beauties. Dong Bingqian from Class 2 and Luo Xiuyi from Class 6 were both top beauties in the school,
especially Qi Yuyan and Su Xuefang from their own class, who were recognized as school beauties. However, none of these girls could win Mi
Jieyi's favor. They were all
attracted to Mi Jieyi's handsome appearance, unique femininity, and aloof temperament. Even after being rejected by Mi Jieyi many times, the beauties remained infatuated.

"Mi Jieyi."

"Here."

Mi Jieyi was startled.

Yang Xieyu returned to Mi Jieyi's side: "Please read the last two paragraphs of the article with feeling."

Mi Jieyi slowly stood up and shook her head under the gaze of the whole class: "I won't read it."

Yang Xieyu was stunned, slightly annoyed: "Why?"

"Because I have no feelings."

Mi Jieyi coldly looked out the window, her gaze falling on the small bamboo grove she often frequented. ...

Tonight was still the tenth anniversary celebration of the "Love Nest" bar, and all VIP members
could still enjoy a 30% discount once.

Yang Xieyu was a regular at "Love Nest," a renowned bar that had always been her source of joy.
It boasted the most mesmerizing lights, the most captivating melodies, and, most importantly, was practically a gathering place for all the city's most beautiful women.
Competing with other beauties at "Love Nest" was what got Yang Xieyu's blood pumping; stepping into "Love Nest"
filled her with passion.

But tonight, Yang Xieyu wasn't in a good mood. She declined many men's invitations, choosing a corner
to drink alone. She didn't add ice; her Martini was quite strong. After only half a glass,
Yang Xieyu felt her cheeks burning and her body heating up, as if the excitement had swept away her listless mood.
She took off her coat, revealing a sexy tank top. A mark from the straps was faintly visible on her rounded shoulders under the mesmerizing
lights . She stretched out her slender fingers to loosen
the pressure of the straps on her shoulders, caused by the weight of her breasts. Unexpectedly, the straps slipped down her smooth shoulders, causing her to gasp. She hurriedly crossed her arms to
her chest, barely avoiding a wardrobe malfunction.

"Hehe, what a pity. If Zhao Chengyi saw such a stunning sight, he'd probably be kneeling before you again
,"

a fashionable young woman suddenly appeared beside Yang Xieyu, laughing so hard she
bent over.

"Zhou Zilu, please don't mention this person to me again."

Yang Xieyu pulled up her tank top, her anger intensifying the heaviness on her chest. It turned out that the
young woman who had suddenly appeared was Zhou Zilu, the Chinese teacher of Class 5, Grade 12, and also Yang Xieyu's "best friend." Three days ago, Yang
Xieyu unexpectedly proposed to be a substitute teacher at Zhou Zilu's school, to experience the joys of teaching,
on the condition that she give Zhou Zilu a pair of new Lee jeans for a week.

Zhou Zilu couldn't refuse. New Lee jeans weren't cheap, and besides, having someone substitute for her meant she could comfortably
rest for a week. How could she miss such a good opportunity? Anyway, it wasn't difficult at all; she just needed to sweet-talk
Principal Yan, saying she wasn't feeling well and needed to rest, and it would be easily settled.

Seeing Yang Xieyu's anger, Zhou Zilu curled her lip, picked up a glass of martin, and said with a hint of
sourness , "Hey, I really don't understand what you're thinking. Young Master Zhao is rich, powerful, handsome,
and a good match for you. He's devoted to you, what are you still complaining about? Let me tell you, in a few days you'll be turning
twenty-six . Time flies, youth fades quickly, don't go looking for a regret pill later."

The Young Master Zhao Zhou Zilu was referring to was Zhao Chengyi, a handsome and dashing man whose father was a director of a
listed company.

"I've said it a hundred times, I will never regret it,"

Yang Xieyu slammed her hand on the table.

Zhou Zilu was unconvinced: "Yang Xieyu, can you be realistic? In this day and age, where can you find someone suitable..."
" Your virginity? Unless you're looking for school students, who knows, even middle school students might not be able to find virgins these days
. You wouldn't be interested in elementary school students, would you?"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Xieyu tossed her long hair and chuckled, "I'm sure Mi Jieyi is a virgin."

"Pfft."

Zhou Zilu spat out a small mouthful of martini before she could even swallow it. Her eyes widened:
"You...you begged me to let you substitute teach for a few days...just to find a virgin?"

Yang Xieyu just smiled without saying a word, tossed her long hair again, and swayed her graceful body to the rhythm of the music in the bar.
Her waist was so thin and soft, it seemed like two hands could fit together.

"Yang Xieyu, you're crazy!"

Zhou Zilu screamed.

Chapter 2 I've Fallen for a Woman

Yang Xieyu smiled contemptuously, raising her pointed chin: "Not crazy, just normal. I can't stand giving my first
time to those stinky men. I'm determined to stick to my beliefs. My virginity can only be given to a virgin. My first
man must be a virgin. It doesn't matter if he's younger than me. Even if we can't grow old together, I won't regret it."

This was the most absurd fallacy Zhou Zilu had ever heard. She had occasionally heard Yang Xieyu mention searching for virgins before,
and always thought it was just talk, but it turned out to be true.

"Oh my god, you're unyielding! Now tell me, how can Mi
Jieyi be a virgin?"

"By feeling."

Yang Xieyu smiled strangely. She clearly remembered that when Mi Jieyi stood up from his chair,
a .

Zhou Zilu grew increasingly anxious: "Does he like you?"

Yang Xieyu nodded slightly: "I feel it, he likes me."

Zhou Zilu couldn't help but mock: "I heard Mi Jieyi is a pervert. He only likes men, not women.
Look at him, how does he look like a man? I can't even see his Adam's apple."

Yang Xieyu said confidently: "He's only seventeen. Maybe he's a little late in developing. He'll definitely have an Adam's apple in a couple of years."

Zhou Zilu was frantic. She was convinced that Yang Xieyu had gone mad: "Even if you're going to find
a virgin , you should find someone like Shan Wenju or Zhuang Chou. Why do you have to find the androgynous Mi Jieyi? No, you
can't find Mi Jieyi. I can't let my best friend go down the wrong path and choose the wrong man."

"Nine oxen are too few, and ninety-nine oxen can't stop my decision." Yang Xieyu had been stubborn since childhood. Once she
made up her mind to do something, nine hundred and ninety-nine oxen couldn't pull her back. Besides, the half-blind old man's words were already etched in
Yang Xieyu's mind. She would rather believe it than not.

"Yang Xieyu,"

Yang Xieyu said calmly, "I asked you out not so you would yell at me. If you're truly my good friend,
tell me about Mi Jieyi."

Taking a sip of martin, Yang Xieyu nestled lazily in Zhou Zilu's arms, listening to Zhou Zilu's
detailed account .

"Mi Jieyi's parents divorced when he was five. From the age of seven, he didn't
live his aunt. His aunt raised him. She had no children; her husband died long ago, leaving her a large
inheritance. So, she treated Mi Jieyi like her own child. I've met his aunt; she looks a bit like you, and she's also
a very beautiful woman. She dotes on Mi Jieyi. Perhaps because his aunt spoils him so much, Mi
Jieyi seems a bit effeminate. Sometimes he wears androgynous clothes; strangers would think he
's a woman at first glance." Yang Xieyu tilted his head, recalling, "His eyes are captivating, even more beautiful than yours. His
nose is high and delicate..." His lips were thin, and his skin seemed even smoother than mine. He was healthyly fair-skinned,
but a bit thin. "A lot of girls like him, right?" Zhou Zilu asked in surprise, "You've only been in class for one day,
how do you know all this? Don't tell me it's just intuition again.

" Yang Xieyu said slyly, "This time it wasn't intuition, it was accurate judgment. I deliberately called on Mi Jieyi to read
the text , and all the girls in the class looked at him. Many of them had excitement and anticipation in their eyes—that's
the look of girls admiring a boy." Zhou Zilu asked, "Did he read the text?" Yang Xieyu's face turned slightly cold: " I'm so angry!
He didn't even read it, he didn't even acknowledge me." "What did he say?" Zhou Zilu was secretly delighted, a strange glint
flashing .

Yang Xieyu pouted: "He said he read without emotion." Then, she and Zhou Zilu burst into laughter.

"He can't escape my grasp."

Yang Xieyu took another sip of her martin, still without ice. Her body was burning hot, and her
big eyes burned with a fiery intensity.

Zhou Zilu seized the opportunity to ask for a favor: "I saw a handbag I liked while shopping today, but unfortunately I'm short on cash
. If you, Yang Xieyu, could sponsor me, I would be very happy."

Yang Xieyu wasn't drunk. She blinked and exclaimed in surprise, "That's strange. Why would you ask me for sponsorship? You're so beautiful,
it shouldn't be difficult to find a big fish to pay for you."

"I'm going back to school tomorrow."

Zhou Zilu glanced at the dancing crowd, her face calm and composed.

"You... what brand is it?"

Yang Xieyu was about to explode, but she held back.

Zhou Zilu chuckled inwardly, her smugness evident on her face: "It seems to be an Italian brand."

"I have an LV bag, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Yang Xieyu smiled, though she really wanted to punch Zhou Zilu's nose.

"I need to see what style it is."

"Zhou Zilu."...

"Auntie, are you tired?"

The weather in June was a bit hot, but Mi Jieyi, after taking a bath, put on long pajama pants and a
long nightgown. Conversely, Mi Bao'er, curled up on the sofa, was dressed very lightly, her thin nightgown barely concealing her
ample curves. A small, semi-transparent lace panty draped
across , revealing glimpses of her pubic area. She seemed completely unconcerned that Mi Jieyi was right beside her.

Mi Bao'er wasn't a child, but a charming and alluring woman; she was Mi Jieyi's aunt. Although over
forty, she was well-maintained and looked like a woman just reaching maturity—a lazy yet obedient child. Her
fair skin was just like Mi Jieyi's, smooth and healthy.

"Not tired,"

Mi Bao'er's voice was soft, sweet, and magnetic.

Mi Jieyi walked over and sat down beside Mi Bao'er. "If you're tired, I'll give you a massage." Mi Bao'er glanced
at Mi Jieyi's delicate hands, slightly surprised that he, usually so quiet, had taken the initiative to speak and offer help.
He blushed while giving her a massage. Mi Bao'er blinked her charming eyes and lazily asked, "Jieyi,
what's ?" "Nothing." Mi Jieyi seemed a little uneasy, his handsome face turning even redder.

Mi Bao'er chuckled and subtly nudged Mi Jieyi with her smooth knee: "I'm your aunt, you
can't me. Tell me, what's making you happy?" Mi Jieyi thought for a long time before finally stammering, "I...
I've fallen for a woman."

As if hearing a bombshell, Mi Bao'er sat up from the sofa as if electrocuted, her charming
eyes widening: "Really? That's great! Who is she?" "I don't want to say." Mi Jieyi became even more flustered.

"Su Xuefang?" Mi Bao'er asked urgently.

Mi Jieyi gently shook his head.

Mi Bao'er pressed further: "Qi Yuyan?" Mi Jieyi still shook his head.

Mi Bao'er looked at the uneasy Mi Jieyi with suspicion, then suddenly her eyes lit up. She grabbed Mi Jieyi's arm and said,
"You said a woman, not a girl. Isn't it a girl from your school?"

Mi Jieyi laughed, a bright and mesmerizing laugh, as if Yang Xieyu were standing right in front of him.

Anxious, Mi Bao'er couldn't help but scold him, "What are you laughing at? Tell me quickly!"

This matter was more important to Mi Bao'er than anything else. From the moment Mi Jieyi was born, Mi Bao'er doted on him
endlessly. Because Mi Jieyi was delicate-looking, Mi Bao'er simply dressed him up as a girl, making him
look like a butterfly all day long. This was originally just for fun, but Mi Jieyi grew up to look more and more like a girl, and his personality became increasingly
effeminate . It wasn't until he was seven years old and ready to start school that Mi Jieyi took off his girl's makeup and reverted to his male form. However, his
feminine qualities became even more pronounced. For this, Mi Bao'er deeply regretted it. She tried everything to make Mi Jieyi
more masculine, but to little avail.

Seeing Mi Jieyi only smile and remain silent, Mi Bao'er was somewhat annoyed: "Fine, don't tell me then."

She lay back on the sofa, still feeling resentful.

Mi Jieyi understood Mi Bao'er's thoughts and couldn't bear to upset her aunt. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke:
"Auntie, have you ever met a man you fell in love with at first sight?"

Mi Bao'er was both amused and annoyed by Mi Jieyi's question: "No, Auntie doesn't believe in love at first sight.

"

Mi Jieyi said leisurely, "I fell in love with her at first sight." Mi Bao'er cautiously asked, "Does she know you like her?"

Mi Jieyi nodded and said softly, "Yes, she likes me too."

"Did she confess to you?"

Mi Bao'er suppressed her excitement.

"No, I only exchanged three sentences with her." Mi Jieyi smiled, a very innocent smile.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, Mi Bao'er was quite depressed: "You know she
likes you after only three sentences?" "A feeling," Mi Jieyi said softly.

Mi Bao'er was half-believing, half-doubting. She sighed and comforted her, "No matter what, as long as you like women,
Auntie will approve of whichever woman you like." Mi Jieyi's eyes lit up, and she almost said, "What if I like Auntie?" But she swallowed the words
back down and instead asked, "Auntie, do you think I like men?"
Mi Bao'er chuckled and shook her head vigorously, "I didn't say that." Though she didn't say it aloud, that's what she was thinking.

Mi Jieyi was as sensitive as a woman. Knowing everything Mi Bao'er had done for her, she was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude.
"Auntie, don't worry, I'm perfectly normal. I like women, especially women like Auntie." "What kind of woman is
Auntie in your eyes?" Mi Bao'er was overjoyed. She jumped up from the sofa, her snow-white
arms tightly hugging Mi Jieyi's arms, her ample breasts rubbing against Mi Jieyi's body without any restraint. Little did she know,
today's Mi Jieyi was not the same Mi Jieyi as before. Mi Bao'er's intentional or unintentional teasing had already made Mi Jieyi's
heart flutter .

"Auntie is kind, smart, beautiful, and a little chubby." As she finished speaking, Mi Jieyi glanced furtively at Mi Bao'er
's large breasts, where a pair of peaks more beautiful than peaches.

"What do you mean, 'chubby'?"

So close, Mi Bao'er easily noticed the strange look in Mi Jieyi's eyes.

Mi Jieyi whispered, "I mean, voluptuous."

Mi Bao'er blushed slightly, annoyed. "Is Auntie very chubby?"

Mi Jieyi calmly nodded. "Yes, especially her breasts, they're very chubby and beautiful."

"Oh, you know Auntie's breasts are beautiful?"

Mi Bao'er didn't find Mi Jieyi frivolous at all. Instead, she puffed out her high, rounded breasts, thinking:
As long as you, Mi Jieyi, like women and like looking at women's bodies, I'd be willing to let you see me naked. You're
the only heir of our Mi family; our Mi family depends on you to continue the family line.

Mi Jieyi blushed even more. He didn't know why Mi Bao'er was puffing out her chest and even lifting her
rounded . Seeing her prominent nipples, Mi Jieyi felt hot all over, his blood rushing. He spoke
boldly and directly: "Beautiful, very beautiful. My aunt thinks I have homosexual tendencies, so she deliberately wears
very little clothing to provoke me. In order to see my aunt's breasts, I simply pretend not to like women. That way, my aunt
will keep provoking me, and I can keep looking."

Mi Bao'er was stunned, her heart pounding, her mind a mess: Is this Jieyi? How did he suddenly
change? Yes, he has matured, although he matured a little late, but he has matured after all. He likes women, he likes
women's bodies. He seems to be having a reaction. Mi Bao'er's gaze swept over Mi Jieyi's bulging crotch,
her face inexplicably burning, her mouth full of resentment: "Jieyi, you've become naughty, even teasing your aunt."

Mi Jieyi said shyly, "I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore. I'll look boldly if I want to look, I won't
restrain my feelings anymore. That woman is just like your aunt, all fleshy."

"Little rascal, you really can't judge a book by its cover. Tell your aunt quickly, who is that woman?"

Mi Bao'er was both surprised and delighted. Mi Jieyi's words were clear; he was comparing "that woman" to Mi Bao'er.

"She's our new substitute teacher."

This time, Mi Jieyi didn't hide it anymore.

"Teacher?"

Mi Bao'er was shocked. ...

Chapter 3 Destroy Her

The small bamboo grove grew along the school wall. Although not dense, the rustling sound of the wind always
carried throughout the quiet campus. This place used to be a paradise for truants and latecomers, as they could easily climb over the wall using the bamboo
, and latecomers could also use the bamboo to climb over the wall to get in. However, since broken
glass , this place has become deserted. Sometimes, the only person in the large bamboo grove is Mi Jieyi's slender figure.

Surprisingly, just after the morning reading bell rang, two beautiful girls arrived at the bamboo grove. One was Su Xuefang, and
the other was Qi Yuyan. They were both students in Class 5 of the third year of high school, and both were undisputed school beauties.

"What should we do?"

Qi Yuyan asked worriedly. Her eyes were big and round, and her exquisite oval face was as delicate as a boiled egg,
as if it would break at the slightest touch.

"I don't think we need to worry too much. She only has a week. After a week, when Teacher Zhou comes back, she'll
naturally be out of a job."

Su Xuefang gritted her teeth, her gaze sharp as a knife, but her red lips and pearly teeth made her equally beautiful. Even with her stern gaze,
she couldn't be intimidating. It was truly baffling why Mi Jieyi was so oblivious to these two stunning school beauties.

Qi Yuyan pouted her little red lips: "I'm just worried that Jieyi will be seduced by her, and then it will be too late to regret it. Humph,
I've never seen Jieyi blush with a woman. That time we weren't even wearing clothes, and Jieyi didn't even look at us,
let alone blush."

The time Qi Yuyan was referring to was during a school field trip to a picturesque waterfall.
Except for Mi Jieyi, all the other students went into the water to play, but Mi Jieyi became the caretaker of their clothes and belongings.
Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan only played for a short while. They returned to change into their swimsuits. In the open, with no privacy, the two girls had to use a
two-meter-long, wide plastic sheet tied to two small branches as a makeshift changing area. Unexpectedly, the wind was strong, and the plastic sheet was
whipped around wildly. Afraid of revealing too much, the two girls begged Mi Jieyi to help them hold onto a corner of the plastic sheet. Mi Jieyi
agreed and secured it, allowing the two girls to change. Their bodies were breathtakingly beautiful, like a dream. However,
Mi Jieyi, standing so close, remained silent, her eyes fixed elsewhere, until the two beautiful girls had finished changing.

This incident left a deep impression on Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan. They privately remarked that if it had been any other boy, he probably would have been thoroughly
ogled .

At this moment, Su Xuefang grew increasingly angry. She stomped her foot and said resentfully, "It's so annoying!
We'll graduate in less than a year. We agreed to compete fairly after graduation, but suddenly a substitute
teacher appeared. Sigh, I'm not worried about Dong Bingqian, Luo Xiuyi, or other girls trying to steal her away. Everyone thought Jieyi
only liked boys and not girls. Who knew Jieyi would actually fall for Yang Xieyu? They've only just met!"

Qi Yuyan said in a trembling voice, "The key is, Yang Xieyu also likes Jieyi. She stared at Jieyi for half the class. It's
infuriating!"

Su Xuefang raised her delicate face and stared intently at the bamboo grove. Bai Yun sighed softly, "She's
quite pretty."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuyan was both angry and anxious, tears welling in her eyes. "Waaah, what should we do?"

Su Xuefang stamped her foot, clenching her small pink fists. "We can't just sit here and wait to die."

Qi Yuyan echoed, "Yes, we can't wait until graduation. We have to take the initiative. Yui must
belong to one of us."

Su Xuefang said, "Let's go back to the classroom first and see what's going on. If there's any sign of trouble..."

Qi Yuyan shouted, "Destroy it!"

Her childish voice carried far through the quiet campus. Just as they left, a
slender . ...

It was Chinese class again.

The students in Class 5 of Senior 3 were breathless again. Yang Xieyu was still wearing her knee-length black pencil skirt and black high heels, but she had changed into
a light blue shirt with black vertical stripes, the fabric shimmering. The shirt was fitted and tight,
outlining , almost bursting out. Even more striking, Yang Xieyu's long legs were clad in black stockings.

Deng Hailong stopped laughing and clenched his fists.

Shan Wenju's breathing was rapid.

Zhuang Chou closed his eyes and then opened them again; he must have wanted to see more clearly. All the confused teenagers in the class were
experiencing a strong visual impact.

Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan were pale, consumed by jealousy and anger.

If Yang Xieyu's outfit yesterday was an eight out of ten, then today she should get a nine.

Yang Xieyu was smiling; she deliberately didn't look at Mi Jieyi, but intuitively, she sensed a
burning .

Yang Xieyu exuded confidence, a confidence stemming from her abilities. She believed in her looks and charm. With a captivating gaze,
she slowly announced, "Please turn to page twelve." "Teacher Yang's voice is so lovely."

"Hmm, soft and gentle, like a sheep."

"Hehe."

The soft voice didn't lull the students to sleep; on the contrary, they were almost all
captivated by Yang Xieyu's charisma and eloquence. She was erudite, quoting classical texts, completely unlike a trendy woman who frequented bars and nightclubs
and mingled with men. Back in the teachers' college, Yang Xieyu's grades far
surpassed .

"If she were a teacher, she would definitely be an excellent one."

Having observed Yang Xieyu's lecture for a while, Principal Yan felt a slight soreness in his neck. He muttered to himself, "No matter what,
I must find a way to keep her."

With that, he quietly turned and returned to his office, picking up the phone.

"Zilu, are you feeling better? Make sure you keep your medical bills safe; the school will reimburse you for everything."

Principal Yan's gentle words and meticulous care easily touched a woman's heart. Even though Zhou Zilu was faking her illness,
she was quite moved.

"My stomach still hurts a little,"

Zhou Zilu's sweet voice came through the phone to Principal Yan's ears.

"Do you have enough money?"

Principal Yan's bones almost melted.

"Not enough,"

Zhou Zilu seized the opportunity to whine; money was never enough for her.

Principal Yan considerately said, "I'll deposit ten thousand into your bank account right away."

"Finally, I'm seeing you being generous! Humph, don't lie to me!"

Zhou Zilu wanted to laugh excitedly, but she held it back.

"Hehe, when have I ever lied to you? Didn't I give you thirty thousand last month?"

"Is thirty thousand a lot? Rent, utilities, food—it's all gone in an instant. This time, I even have to
borrow money from my mother for treatment. I… I'm so unlucky."

A sob was more likely to touch a man's heart than a loud cry; Zhou Zilu knew this all too well.

"Alright, alright, don't cry. I'll give you another ten thousand, twenty thousand should be enough for your medical treatment. Give the rest back
to your mother quickly, don't let her worry."

Zhou Zilu chided, "You're the old one, you're older than my mother."

Principal Yan said with beaming eyes, "Since I met you, I've become younger, at least twenty years younger."

"Forget it."

Zhou Zilu, recalling Principal Yan's disheveled state in bed, lost interest.

"Hehe."

Principal Yan chuckled awkwardly and asked, "Zilu, your friend's name is Yang... Yang something."

"Yang Xieyu."

"Yes, that's a strange name, hard to remember. However, the students in Class 5 told me that Yang
Xieyu has some teaching skills. The school is short of teachers. Do you think we could let Yang Xieyu teach, even just for
one semester? As for the salary, it will be excellent, excellent."

Actually, Principal Yan had memorized the name Yang Xieyu, but he pretended
not to . He was shrewd and knew that Zhou Zilu would play an important role in keeping Yang Xieyu.

"I'm not sure, I guess it's hopeless. Her substitute teaching is just a hobby. Of course, she's capable,
although a little less so than me, but her grades were pretty good at the teachers' college."

It's human nature to praise oneself, and Zhou Zilu certainly wouldn't admit that Yang Xieyu was better than her. Whether it was
academic performance, connections, or appearance and social skills, Yang Xieyu was always a cut above Zhou Zilu. Sometimes Zhou
Zilu felt a sense of "Why did fate create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?"

"Could you try to persuade her?"

Principal Yan asked, somewhat disappointed.

"Give it a try. You're the principal, you can try to persuade her too,"

Principal Yan said gently. "I respect you. You recommended her, and even though I'm the principal, I still need
to consult you."

Zhou Zilu's bones melted. This was more pleasant than hearing a hundred sweet words. Her voice was so sweet it could
drip water: "Okay, I understand. I'll ask Yang Xieyu when I have time if there's anything else. If not,
I'm going to take my medicine and go to sleep."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. You should rest well and take care of yourself."...

Wearing black stockings to teach was breaking the school's rules. Although there was no explicit prohibition against teachers wearing black stockings
to class , a woman's legs would have a huge magic effect when covered in black stockings. As long as the legs weren't too thick,
they would definitely attract attention, especially from teenage boys.

To Principal Yan's surprise, all the teachers sided with Yang Xieyu. Even the traditional and strict
Dean supported Yang Xieyu wearing black stockings for two reasons: they looked amazing, and Yang Xieyu wasn't a formal teacher.

Principal Yan was happy to go along with it and raised his hand in support. He had already mentally given Yang Xieyu's beautiful legs in stockings a perfect
score. Before the end of the afternoon's "Teachers' Political Study Session," Principal Yan gave a concluding speech: "A school should be
vibrant. Other teachers can wear black stockings too."

Thunderous applause followed.

In the principal's office,

Principal Yan poured Yang Xieyu a glass of water.

"Thank you, Principal."

"Little Yang, how have you been doing these past two days teaching? Do you have any plans to stay and develop long-term? I spoke with Teacher Zhou
Zilu earlier, and she highly praised your personal abilities. I've also seen Teacher Yang's lectures; they are truly
well-researched , lively, and very distinctive."

Principal Yan sat down not far from Yang Xieyu, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally lingering on her beautiful legs.

"Principal Yan, you've heard me teach?"

Yang Xieyu was surprised.

"Uh."

Principal Yan was taken aback, his old face a little embarrassed. He couldn't very well say that he had secretly gone to see her, but he was experienced in handling things and
could immediately make up an excuse after being taken aback: "I happened to pass by when Teacher Yang was giving a lecture this morning, and I was completely
captivated . It's just that Teacher Yang was concentrating on her studies at the time and did not notice me passing by."

"Thank you for the praise, Principal Yan."

Yang Xieyu was overjoyed. Receiving praise from the principal was equivalent to receiving the school's affirmation. Although it was just
a substitute teaching position , being able to demonstrate her abilities and knowledge was worthwhile, considering all the years of hard work she had put in. However, thinking that the seven days would pass in a flash
, Yang Xieyu could only be modest: "To be honest, I came to the school as a substitute teacher entirely because
Teacher Zhou Zilu is sick. We are good friends, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

Principal Yan gave her a thumbs up and praised her enthusiastically: "Oh, Teacher Yang, your noble character is exactly what the school advocates: 'morality
,' 'intelligence,' 'physical education,' and 'aesthetics,' the most important of which is 'morality.' Remarkable, truly remarkable!" "Hehe, really?
I... I didn't think that much about it." Yang Xieyu felt lightheaded.

Principal Yan's eyes darted around, and she immediately pressed her advantage, asking, "If Teacher Yang is willing to stay,
the school will definitely treat her as a special teacher, and her salary and benefits will certainly not be low." "I'm a bit lazy." Yang Xieyu was now
full of enthusiasm, feeling grateful to the principal for recognizing her talent, and really wanted to fight for her ideals.

Principal Yan said understandingly, "Don't worry, pretty women these days are a bit lazy. Teacher Yang
, you don't need to worry about the workload being too heavy. You only need to be in charge of Class 5 of Senior 3." "This..." Yang Xieyu was tempted. If she only had to be in charge of
one class, it certainly wouldn't be too hard.

Chapter 4 Fair Competition

Principal Yan, observing Yang Xieyu's expression, knew that she was already interested. He was secretly pleased and didn't rush her. Instead,
he gave her a gentle promise: "Teacher Yang, you don't need to rush to answer. Go back and think about it slowly,
discuss it with your family and friends. Anyway, I'm in charge of everything at the school. Feel free to raise any opinions or conditions you have." Yang Xieyu smiled shyly
, stood up and said goodbye: "Then I'll think about it." "Okay, Teacher Yang, take care." With a smile, Principal Yan
personally saw Yang Xieyu out. Watching her graceful back, Principal Yan was so excited that his face was flushed. He looked like
he had become twenty years younger.

Back in the Chinese language department office, several female teachers surrounded her. Besides praising Yang Xieyu's beauty, they also asked her
for advice on dressing up. Yang Xieyu was stunningly beautiful, possessed an extraordinary temperament, and had a superb figure
. She could stun everyone with anything she wore, not to mention her years of experience competing with countless beauties in nightclubs and entertainment venues, naturally giving her a keen sense of style.

Seeing her colleagues come seeking advice, she was happy to cultivate good relationships and immediately offered a few casual suggestions.
She
could readily provide details on which teacher's sleeves were shorter, which teacher's top should be a lighter color, which teacher would look good in black stockings, and which teacher would benefit from breast augmentation. Her reasoning was sound and her knowledge abundant, leaving the teachers enlightened. They gave
her thumbs and vied to treat her to a meal.

Just as Yang Xieyu was hesitating, a slender, fair-skinned, and neatly trimmed short-haired
young woman walked in: "Hello, Teacher Yang."

The teachers smiled and said, "They're looking for you."

Yang Xieyu, however, stared blankly at the beautiful young woman and asked, "Are they looking for me?"

She was certain this girl wasn't a student from Class Five.

"Yes."

The girl smiled shyly and said in a clear voice, "My name is Dong Bingqian, and I'm the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 12. I have something I'd like to ask
Teacher Yang."

"Oh, hello, come in."

Yang Xieyu smiled sweetly and gestured for Dong Bingqian, who was standing at the door, to come in. Seeing that Yang Xieyu had something to say, the other teachers
dispersed.

Unexpectedly, Dong Bingqian stood at the door, looking left and right, and shook her head. "I want to ask you something privately."

Yang Xieyu's heart skipped a beat; she guessed that Dong Bingqian had something difficult to say. Seeing her sweet and lovely appearance, she immediately
stepped forward and took Dong Bingqian's small hand. "Then let's talk outside."

"Okay."

Dong Bingqian returned a sweet smile. But as she turned around, her smile vanished, replaced by indifference and
resentment .

A gentle breeze rustled through the small bamboo grove. Even though it wasn't class time, no one came here, making it convenient
to whisper. It was Yang Xieyu's first time in the small bamboo grove. She looked into the distance and could see
the window of Class 5, Grade 12's classroom.

"Teacher Yang, do you like Mi Jieyi?"

Dong Bingqian went straight to the point.

Yang Xieyu was startled: "Why would you ask that?"

Dong Bingqian's face darkened: "Can you answer me?"

Yang Xieyu was at a loss for words. Only she and Zhou Zilu knew that she had feelings for Mi Jieyi;
how could anyone else know? She couldn't figure it out. Faced with Dong Bingqian's impolite question, Yang Xieyu neither denied nor
admitted it: "I can answer you. Teacher Yang likes all the students in Class 5, and I like every student in the school."

"When I say 'like,' I mean affectionate, the kind of affectionate feeling."

Dong Bingqian didn't let up at all. Before coming to Yang Xieyu to confront her, Dong Bingqian had thought it over carefully. Given the current
situation, Mi Jieyi was probably getting further and further away from her. Rather than having a slim chance, she might as well take a gamble.

"Can you tell me why you think I like Mi Jieyi? Is it just your personal opinion, or did you hear
it from someone else?"

Yang Xieyu considered denying it outright, but there was no time to back down. She thought to herself: Mi Jieyi
may seem unpopular on the surface, but she's actually incredibly popular. Even girls from other classes are vying for her. These girls are all
young , beautiful, and clever. To win Mi Jieyi's heart, she'll have to do everything in her power.

Dong Bingqian said crisply, "I'm from Class Two, so of course I heard it from someone in Class Five."

"Oh." Yang Xieyu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "Who?"

"If Teacher Yang doesn't like Mi Jieyi, then it doesn't matter who said it. If Teacher Yang really
likes Mi Jieyi, then I can tell you."

Dong Bingqian revealed a sly smile; she seemed to be able to see right through Yang Xieyu's thoughts.

Yang Xieyu was in a dilemma; whether she said it or not, it was difficult to answer.

Dong Bingqian's eyes darted around Yang Xieyu twice. Seeing her silence, she understood most of the situation.
She smiled strangely and said, "Teacher Yang, please rest assured, only three people know that you like Mi Jieyi, including me."

"Three people?"

Yang Xieyu was taken aback. In her panic, she blurted out, "Who are the other two?"

As soon as these words left her mouth, she realized she had admitted to liking Mi Jieyi. Her face changed drastically, filled with regret.
Fortunately, she had been tempered in the entertainment industry for many years and was able to quickly recover her composure. She managed to smooth things over and said, "Alright, Teacher
admits I have a good impression of Mi Jieyi. I wouldn't say I like her, much less love her. Are you satisfied now?"

Although Dong Bingqian didn't believe her, she didn't refute it. She said calmly, "That's right. It's precisely because Teacher Yang
has a good impression of Mi Jieyi that there has been a misunderstanding. Perhaps Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan have misunderstood Teacher Yang."

"Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan?"

Yang Xieyu was utterly shocked. Two stunningly beautiful girls immediately flashed through her mind. She hadn't expected
these two school beauties to join the competition, and she inwardly groaned.

Dong Bingqian blinked, suddenly becoming very friendly. She took Yang Xieyu's hand and said softly, "Teacher Yang,
shall we be good friends?"

"Of course! I liked you the moment I saw you."

Yang Xieyu also wanted to appease Dong Bingqian and avoid conflict.

Dong Bingqian was overjoyed: "Since we're good friends, I'll tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

Yang Xieyu was now looking at Dong Bingqian with new respect, thinking: This little girl is incredibly clever and meticulous. I need to be extremely careful;
I don't want to ruin my plan to hunt for virginity with a single careless move.

"Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan both really like Mi Jieyi. They've been planning to compete fairly for her after graduation.
They said no woman other than themselves can touch Mi Jieyi."

"Hehe, is it really that exaggerated?"

Yang Xieyu smiled insincerely. Dong Bingqian's revelation terrified her. She thought to herself: These young girls nowadays are really
scary , much scarier than I was at that age.

Dong Bingqian said with a strange expression, "I heard it with my own ears. They also said..."

"Said what?"

Yang Xieyu's heart tightened, and her breathing became a little labored.

Dong Bingqian smiled effeminately, "You said Teacher Yang stared at Mi Jieyi for half the class period."

"Nonsense!"

Yang Xieyu's heart pounded. She wiped the cold sweat from her pale face with the back of her hand and
asked , "Why did you tell the teacher these secrets? You like Mi Jieyi too, don't you?"

"I won't deny it. I want to team up with Teacher Yang to defeat Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan. After Mi Jieyi graduates
, we can compete fairly."

Dong Bingqian turned her neck to look at Class 3-5, sighed softly, and thought: I'll team up with this stupid sheep first,
and after driving away those two little bitches, Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan, I'll deal with you later. I'm sure you're no match for me. Jieyi
will always be mine. I'm sure the person who saved me that day was Mi Jieyi.

" "Hehe, I'll definitely lose to you."

Yang Xieyu smiled sweetly.

"Why do you say that?"

Dong Bingqian's eyes lit up. Yang Xieyu noticed this and thought to himself: I'll play the victim first, let her
fight Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan to the death, then I'll reap the benefits. Hmph.

Thinking this, Yang Xieyu smiled even more sweetly: "Because Teacher just thinks Mi Jieyi is cute. Actually,
Teacher is much older than Mi Jieyi, so we're not very suitable."

"Teacher Yang."

Dong Bingqian, like a fox with a keen sense of smell, although not very experienced, had already sensed that Yang Xieyu was not being sincere.
She thought to herself: Since you think it's not suitable, why are you wasting your breath on me? You're obviously just placating me. Hmph, I'll expose you.
" I'll show you what's what.

" "Hmm?"

Yang Xieyu smiled at Dong Bingqian.

Dong Bingqian also smiled at Yang Xieyu, and after a while, said, "You're lying."...

In the fragrant kitchen, Mi Bao'er tied an apron around Luo Xiuyi's neck: "Xiuyi, did you see Jieyi after school
?"

"No, he always waits until all the other students have left before he leaves."

Luo Xiuyi looked shyly from side to side. The apron looked too big on her round body, but she didn't
mind at all. Since the beginning of this summer, she had been learning to cook according to her mother's and Mi Bao'er's advice. She believed that by the time she graduated,
she would have grown into a virtuous woman.

"Jieyi is probably still on his way. By the time the fish is steamed, he should be home. Come on, help Auntie beat
the eggs ."

After tying the apron around Luo Xiuyi's neck, Mi Bao'er handed her a bowl of freshly cracked eggs. The eggs were bright yellow and
looked very fresh.

"Scrape, scrape, scrape."

The sound of beating eggs echoed in the kitchen. Mi Bao'er smiled slightly, thinking to herself: Judging from Xiu Yi's skillful
whisking of the eggs, this little girl has potential. She's obedient, pretty, and hardworking—the kind of wife material.
If Jie Yi marries her, she'll definitely be happy. Look at her plump figure; she's definitely Jie Yi's type. If I were to
play matchmaker, I guarantee Jie Yi would accept. As for that substitute teacher, forget it.

Mi Bao'er had never met Yang Xieyu, and based on her extensive social experience, she believed Yang Xieyu was completely unsuitable for Mi
Jie Yi.

"Jie Yi is a bit lazy. Sometimes she doesn't even eat and doesn't want to cook for herself. Your mother says you're a pampered girl at
home That won't do. If you want to be with Jie Yi, you'll have to learn to cook and do
housework more in the future."

Mi Bao'er took the whisked eggs and started heating the pan and adding oil. She wanted to personally mold Luo Xiu Yi into
a virtuous wife and loving mother. In fact, Mi Bao'er knew all four beauties from Mi Jieyi's school. She thought Su Xuefang was a bit lazy,
Qi Yuyan was too pretty, and Dong Bingqian was quiet, but Luo Xiuyi was the most ideal. Mi Bao'er had already
made plans ; she would propose to Luo Xiuyi's mother as soon as Mi Jieyi graduated. Luo Xiuyi's mother, Guo Yun'er,
was Mi Bao'er's best friend for over thirty years. Both of their names contained the character "er," and when they studied at Jiaotong University
, a widely circulated poem praised them: "Huan is fatter than Bao'er, Yan is thinner than Yun'er.

" "Aunt Mi, I'll learn, I'm willing to learn."

Luo Xiuyi picked up a plate and handed it over. In the blink of an eye, a plate of colorful and fragrant scrambled eggs with tomatoes was served,
and she believed it would taste great.

Mi Bao'er made a silly face at Luo Xiuyi: "Okay, good girl, hurry up and wash the vegetables."

"Okay."

Ring ring ring...

Mi Bao'er wiped her hands with her apron and answered the phone: "Hello, is this Jieyi? Aren't you coming home for dinner?"

"Honestly, you didn't tell us you were going out to eat earlier, making us cook so much food."

After hanging up the phone, Mi Bao'er was full of complaints. Not only was Mi Jieyi not coming home for dinner, but she also said she would be home very late.

"Aunt Mi, Mi Jieyi isn't coming home?"

Luo Xiuyi was very disappointed.

Chapter 5 Encountering a Master

Mi Bao'er said dejectedly, "He probably went out to eat with his mother or father. He didn't explain clearly on the phone."

"Aunt Mi, does Mi Jieyi like his father more or his mother more?"

Luo Xiuyi had just asked when she realized she'd been too talkative. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Aunt Mi, I asked the wrong question
, I'm sorry."

"Sigh."

Mi Bao'er sighed softly, "Actually, Jieyi doesn't like anyone."

Luo Xiuyi, quick-witted, immediately flattered, "I know, Mi Jieyi likes Auntie the most."

Mi Bao'er sighed again, "Jieyi does like me, but I'm not happy. Children should like
their parents. It's a pity their divorce caused Jieyi so much psychological harm. If you really marry Jieyi in the future,
you can't easily get a divorce."

Luo Xiuyi's little mouth trembled, and she raised a small hand to swear, "Aunt Mi, I will never get a divorce."

"Pfft."

Mi Bao'er was amused by Luo Xiuyi's charming naiveté. She took off her apron, lifted the steamer lid, and took out a plate of
steamed red fish with water chestnuts, "It's too early to talk about this now, let's eat."

"Oh."...

There was a strong wind in the subway station; I wondered where it came from.

Mi Jieyi had just stepped out of the restroom at the entrance of subway station number 14 when the wind blew up her skirt.
Startled quickly covered the hem of her skirt with her hand to avoid arousing suspicion. Looking at herself in front of a glass window,
she found no flaws and her heart calmed down slightly. She folded her backpack and the clothes she had changed
out of , placed them in the subway locker, locked it, and then walked lightly out of the station.

"Hello, Uncle Yan." Mi Jieyi greeted an old man who ran a convenience store near the subway entrance. The old man had
a red sandalwood cigarette holder in his mouth and looked very kind. His left hand, holding the cigarette holder, only had three fingers left; the little finger and ring finger
were cleanly severed.

"Oh, little Jieyi's here? You look so beautiful today! Have you eaten yet?"

Seeing Mi Jieyi with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, the old man smiled broadly, as if seeing a long-lost relative.

"I've eaten, Uncle Yan, see you later."

Mi Jieyi winked at the old man.

The old man had barely uttered the words, "Be careful," when Mi Jieyi and her floral dress were already swallowed up by the surging
crowd .

The old man's smile froze. He gently stroked his mutilated left hand, muttering to himself, "I don't know if I helped
him or hurt him. I have no other wish, only that someone will see me off in my final days."

With these words, he closed his eyes in remorse. Perhaps it was a realization in his old age, but the old man could no longer look back on
his actions of the first half of his life.

The old man's name was Yan Changshun, and he also had another name: Yan Laosi.

Forty years ago, almost everyone in the pickpocketing world of Northwest China knew the name Yan Laosi. Legend had it that his thieving skills were
unparalleled, but this skill was nothing to boast about. The greater his fame, the more dangerous Yan Laosi became.
Finally, one day, he was successfully apprehended by the police. From then on, no one in the Northwest underworld ever saw Yan Laosi again.
Rumors circulated that Yan Laosi died in prison.

Forty years have passed, and no one cares whether Yan Laosi is dead or alive; almost no one remembers his name anymore.
But Yan Laosi is not dead. He walked out of prison alive, changed his name to Yan Changshun, and went south to run this
convenience store.

Nine years ago, on that night, Mi Jieyi fainted from crying at the subway entrance. Yan Changshun revived him and asked why he was crying.
The young Mi Jieyi told him everything.

It turned out that Mi Jieyi had followed his mother to the subway station, crying and begging her to reconcile with his father. Unfortunately, Mi
Jieyi's mother was determined to leave and heartlessly boarded a train. Seeing that there was no hope of stopping her, Mi Jieyi was heartbroken
.

Yan Changshun was deeply moved after hearing this. Seeing that Mi Jieyi was clever and quick-witted, he impulsively
passed on all his superb pickpocketing skills to him. At the time, Yan Changshun didn't think about anything else, only that the poor Mi Jieyi would have a skill
to protect himself and not starve even if no one took care of him in the future. Unexpectedly, Mi Jieyi understood it perfectly and applied it to other situations, even
making great use of Yan Changshun's pickpocketing skills.

On the day of his apprenticeship's completion, Yan Changshun tested Mi Jieyi, giving him half an hour to steal five wallets, which meant
one wallet every six minutes. Mi Jieyi stole thirteen wallets in half an hour, each one bulging with
cash. He said he would never steal a flat wallet, because only poor people have flat wallets.

Yan Changshun was both happy and afraid. He was happy that his disciple was kind-hearted and his skills surpassed his own, but
afraid that no one in this line of work had a good ending. Fortunately, Mi Jieyi wasn't indiscriminate in his
thefts .

First, he didn't steal from the poor. This depended on the thickness and size of the wallet, not just its appearance. Second, he did look at
appearances; he wouldn't let go of those wearing gold and silver, or those with two or more gold rings on their fingers. Third, he would
resolutely , because even if they were poor, they were still wealthy. Fourth, observe their demeanor. As the saying goes, poverty breeds contempt. If someone is
dejected and looks unlucky, Mi Jieyi would never take advantage of their misfortune. On the contrary,
those arrogant and domineering individuals are often high-ranking officials or business owners. Mi Jieyi would ruthlessly target these people,
even stealing their cell phones and watches if necessary.

Because of his accurate target selection, victims rarely report the thefts to avoid trouble. Coupled with Mi Jieyi's
superb and caution, even the local anti-pickpocketing police rarely heard of a
handsome thief in the subway station area. If they did hear of him, they assumed he was a mobile pickpocket who would disappear after a successful theft. Therefore, Mi Jieyi
had never encountered any danger in his seven years

in the industry . Yan
Changshun roughly calculated that, excluding the two years spent learning his thieving skills, Mi Jieyi's achievements in his seven years in the business were astonishing. He bought Yan Changshun three houses,
the most medical and pension insurance, and anonymously donated two million yuan to a welfare institution.

What else could Yan Changshun say? He could only pray for God's forgiveness towards Mi Jieyi.

Seeing Mi Jieyi dressed up as a pretty girl again, Yan Changshun knew that Mi Jieyi was going to make her move tonight.
Yan Changshun put down his red sandalwood cigarette holder and picked up the public phone beside him.

"Zhizhi, go and look after Jieyi. Same old rules, don't let him find out."...

The subway station was located in the most bustling area of the city center. To the north was the financial and business district, to the south was a large commercial
plaza , to the east was a concentration of high-end entertainment venues, and to the west was the more densely populated old town.

More than a million people passed through here every day.

This was a paradise for pickpockets and thieves.

Mi Jieyi strolled through the shopping plaza, like a playful and curious young girl observing this
vibrant world: glittering neon lights, mesmerizing advertisements, dazzling shop windows, and bustling crowds…

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out from the crowd: “Thief!”

The crowd stirred, but quickly returned to normal. The world is cold and indifferent; people are used to thieves .
As long as they don't steal from them, and as long as they keep their pockets close, no one will bother.

Mi Jieyi’s eyes were sharp as knives. The shout was from him. Pedestrians hurried past him, and he immediately and
keenly spotted ten targets. He quickly analyzed their appearance, demeanor, and temperament, and soon
locked onto one: a slightly overweight man. Mi Jieyi moved like the wind, rapidly approaching his target. With just
a glance, he determined that this man was “the sheep.” When the shout of “Thief!” was heard, the man subconsciously touched
his right pocket. Therefore, Mi Jieyi was certain that his wallet or valuables were in the man's right trouser pocket.

After locking onto his target, Mi Jieyi didn't rush to strike. He kept his eyes peeled and ears open, following his target for a
while until he was sure there were no pickpockets nearby before making his lightning-fast move. His "delicate body" bumped into the "
sheep's " arm.

"Oh, sorry,"

Mi Jieyi said, running past the man. The wallet was already in his hand. The man, oblivious to the bump, was still smugly
pleased to have been touched by a beautiful woman.

No one suspected that this graceful young woman in a floral dress, high heels, and a large shoulder bag was a man,
let alone a master pickpocket. In less than an hour, Mi Jieyi had already
made a considerable haul . It was getting late, so he decided to pickpocket one more, making ten

before heading home. Suddenly, Mi Jieyi felt a chill run down his spine. He had an uneasy premonition that someone
was approaching . People in this line of work have an exceptionally keen sense of smell. Mi Jieyi sensed danger, his mind racing, and he
decided to flee.

Just then, a hearty baritone voice came from behind: "Little sister, what impressive skills!
You've snatched all the fat sheep. Please have mercy and leave some food for the brothers in the underworld."

Upon hearing this, Mi Jieyi knew she had encountered a fellow gangster. She didn't move or turn around, but simply said coldly, "There are many paths
in the world , let's go our separate ways."

These underworld slang terms were all taught to Mi Jieyi by Yan Changshun. He had instructed Mi Jieyi that whenever she encountered a fellow gangster,
as long as the other party had no ill intentions, she should give way as much as possible and compromise on things that could be compromised.

The man said, "That's true, but I've already snagged a few spots, and I'm really annoyed.
Why don't you rest for a bit and let me start making a living? I'm new here and don't know anyone, so I don't want to wander around and
mess with other people's gangs."

Mi Jieyi understood what the man meant. If he were new here, he would basically scout out the area around his residence and wouldn't
easily go too far or to unfamiliar places to make a move. Subway stations are generally quite complicated, with all sorts of gangs
mixed in. This is actually a gang without a fixed gang; everyone makes a living based on their own abilities and doesn't have to worry about any underworld boss
.

Other places are different. A certain restaurant, a certain hotel, a certain nightclub, and similar places
are all protected by a fixed underworld organization, and strangers dare not easily intrude.

Mi Jieyi thought the man's words made sense and didn't want to cause trouble. Following her master Yan Changshun's teachings, she decisively
backed down, glanced back at the man, and quickly left.

The man watched Mi Jieyi's fleeting figure, lost in thought. After a while, he revealed a strange expression.

Back at the convenience store, Mi Jieyi didn't dare to hide anything and told Yan Changshun everything about encountering her colleague.

"Uncle Yan, did I do the right thing?"

Mi Jieyi asked cautiously.

Yan Changshun nodded and carefully inquired again about the number of times Mi Jieyi had acted that night and the details. After a moment of contemplation
, his expression gradually became serious: "Jieyi, starting tomorrow, you will temporarily stop acting. I
will let you know after I find out who it is. Anyway, we have more than enough savings. Focus on your studies and try to get into a good
university."

Mi Jieyi said, "I understand, Uncle Yan. I just felt itchy, I wasn't doing it for the money."

"If your hands are itching, practice your knife-throwing skills more."

Yan Changshun laughed. "Uncle Yan has been there. I used to be like you, feeling
uncomfortable . But everything has its limits. As the saying goes, 'If you walk too many nights, you'll eventually meet a ghost.' With your current skills, if Uncle Yan
didn't know you, it would be hard for him to tell you're a pickpocket. If the other person noticed you and watched you for a long time
without noticing, then there's a big problem. I'm afraid you've met a master."

Chapter 6 Nobody Loves You, Nobody Chases You "Is he as skilled as Uncle Yan?"

Mi Jieyi suddenly felt a surge of excitement. He was young and ambitious, and had never met a worthy opponent in the subway station for seven years
. He had become somewhat arrogant. Now that he had met a top-notch master, he was not afraid at all; instead, it ignited his competitive
spirit.

Yan Changshun had known Mi Jieyi for nearly ten years. How could he not know what Mi Jieyi was thinking? Seeing Mi Jieyi's face
flush red and her fists clenched, he couldn't help but feel slightly angry: "Uncle Yan's skills are now
inferior to yours, except for his experience. You must remember, in our line of work, being competitive is tantamount to certain death."

Upon hearing this, Mi Jieyi immediately shuddered, all her bravado vanishing instantly. Yan Changshun
, seeing this, was greatly pleased and felt even more affection for Mi Jieyi. He looked around and whispered,
"There's no one here now. Call Uncle Yan 'Master.'"

Mi Jieyi shouted loudly, "Master!"

Yan Changshun was startled and gestured for Mi Jieyi to be quiet: "Alright, go back now, don't let your aunt worry."

He paused, then continued, "Also, those breast pads are too high. You're already beautiful; dressing up like that will only
draw more attention."

"I...I understand."

Mi Jieyi blushed, turned and ran away, entering the subway entrance. She took her backpack and clothes from the subway locker,
then went into the restroom. Half an hour later, a handsome, almost effeminate-looking short-haired boy came out of the restroom,
stood quietly at the waiting area, and soon boarded a departing train.

From changing into girl's makeup in the subway station restroom to changing back into boy's makeup in the same restroom, and
finally boarding the train and leaving, this process repeated itself for seven years.

The only difference was that Mi Jieyi left in different directions each time, because he went to different places to discard
his empty wallet. If there were any documents or receipts in the wallet, he would put them in an envelope and
mail them to the address on the document. As the saying goes, even thieves have their ways.

Of course, the meticulous Mi Jieyi would not leave any traces or fingerprints.

"Auntie, still not asleep?"

When she got home, Mi Jieyi immediately saw Mi Bao'er curled up on the sofa watching TV.

Mi Bao'er stretched lazily and asked, "Can an angry person sleep? Tell me honestly today,
where are you eating, and who are you eating with?"

Mi Jieyi had already planned how to deal with Mi Bao'er on her way back. Hearing her question, Mi Jieyi immediately
replied , "I'm eating with Mom today."

"Hmph."

Mi Bao'er's expression changed slightly. She and Mi Bao'er's mother, Qin Leyao, had long since severed all contact. The former
sister-in-law were now strangers.

Mi Jieyi took out a wad of banknotes from her schoolbag and handed it over: "Auntie, this is from Mom."

Of course, this wasn't alimony from Qin Leyao. In the past nine years, not only had Mi Bao'er never seen Qin Leyao, but Mi Jieyi
had also had no news of her mother. The reason Mi Jieyi brought up her mother was to prevent Mi Bao'er from suspecting
the origin of the money. On the first day of every month, Mi Jieyi would go to the bank to withdraw money for Mi Bao'er, lying that it was her mother's
support. She gave it to her for seven years, and during those seven years, Mi Bao'er did not find anything suspicious. She always thought that this
was Qin Leyao fulfilling her responsibility.

"One hundred thousand?"

Mi Bao'er was surprised as she took the money. Last month, Mi Jieyi had just received fifty thousand, but this time she received
one hundred thousand. Fifty thousand wouldn't have been enough to spend, and this one hundred thousand was the largest monthly allowance
she'd received. Over the past seven years, Mi Bao'er had received several million from Mi Jieyi in allowances. Even Mi Bao'er, who had seen large sums of money and inherited a substantial fortune,
was secretly moved, guessing that Qin Leyao must have climbed the social ladder to become a tycoon. However, Qin Leyao's heartless abandonment of her son still
disgusted Mi Bao'er. She casually threw down the bundle of money and coldly mocked, "Your mother is getting more and more generous; she
must made a fortune. Why don't you go back to your mother?"

Mi Jieyi immediately understood Mi Bao'er's thoughts. He stepped forward, hugged Mi Bao'er's plump waist, and said softly,
"A mother is always a mother. Although she abandoned me, I still consider her my mother. But even if she gave me
mountains of gold and silver, she couldn't make me leave my aunt, because my aunt will always be the person Jieyi loves most."

"Jieyi."...

"Get up, get up..."

Just as seven o'clock struck, the alarm clock on the bedside table rang with its incongruous sound. Yang Xieyu painfully opened
her eyes ; she really wanted to sleep a little longer. If there was one thing that was most difficult about becoming a teacher,
it would undoubtedly be the inability to sleep in comfortably. Yang Xieyu had always been the
type who didn't want to sleep at night and didn't want to get up in the morning.

She still had to get out of bed, brush her teeth, wash her face, and more importantly, she had to look her best
before leaving the house. What should she wear today? Yang Xieyu temporarily changed her outfit from last night, choosing
a . She decided to wear black stockings today.

She sprayed on a light perfume, slung her handbag over her shoulder, and glanced at herself in the mirror a few more times before finally
stepping out of the house, .

*Beep beep beep...

* Her phone received a text message from Zhao Chengyi: "There's a bouquet of flowers at the elevator entrance; it's for you."

Yang Xieyu impatiently turned off her phone and walked to the elevator, only to find no flowers. She muttered under her breath, "
How boring." But when she descended from her nineteenth-floor apartment to the first floor, there was indeed a bouquet of flowers at the elevator entrance,
with a card attached that read: "Happy Birthday, Teacher Yang.

" "What's wrong with me? My birthday isn't until five days later."

Yang Xieyu laughed, thinking it was always good to be polite. She tore the card to shreds but gave the flowers to the doorman.
Although Yang Xieyu didn't like Zhao Chengyi, she didn't dislike him either. He was
one of the best —handsome, dashing, and at 1.8 meters tall, the ideal height for a man. He came from a
wealthy family, enjoying his father's protection and being young and rich. Zhao Chengyi was, in a sense, every woman's dream prince charming. Unfortunately,
Yang Xieyu didn't like him.

Stepping out of her apartment, Yang Xieyu unexpectedly saw Zhao Chengyi.

"Don't you like me or the flowers I sent?"

Zhao Chengyi's smile held a hint of disappointment.

Yang Xieyu said calmly, "I do like the flowers, but the timing isn't right. I can't exactly carry a bouquet to work;
people will laugh at me."

Zhao Chengyi complained, "I wanted to deliver them directly to your house, but the gatekeeper wouldn't let me in no matter what,
saying it was your instruction."

Yang Xieyu nodded, "That's right, it was my instruction. Only women are allowed to come to my house."

Zhao Chengyi smiled and gestured to the BMW ten meters away, "Understood. Next time, I'll
personally deliver the flowers to you. Now, please allow me to take you to work."

Yang Xieyu looked around, realizing it was rush hour and hailing a taxi wouldn't be convenient. She was lazy and
hated waiting for a car, so why refuse someone's offer? After thinking for a moment, she reluctantly agreed to get in, "Okay,
thank you."

"You're welcome; it's my pleasure."

Zhao Chengyi opened the car door and shielded Yang Xieyu's head, being extremely attentive.

The BMW pulled into the lane at a moderate speed. Since it was a rare treat to have such a beautiful woman in the car, he naturally wanted to prolong their time together as much as possible: "Xieyu, if you really want to work, you can come to my father's company. You can choose any position
except chairman or general manager ." "I only want to be a teacher." Yang Xieyu coldly looked out the window. "Zilu said being a teacher is very hard work. I was worried you wouldn't be able to get up early." Zhao Chengyi observed Yang Xieyu in the rearview mirror, secretly admiring her: She's so beautiful. Drinking and eating are one thing, but I never imagined she'd have such a different charm in a uniform. What a pity. "You'll get used to it." Yang Xieyu glanced at the rearview mirror, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. She subconsciously tightened her legs. For some reason, Yang Xieyu always felt a sense of insecurity about Zhao Chengyi. As the saying goes, appearance reflects the heart, but Zhao Chengyi's face was upright and honest. Yang Xieyu thought: Either I'm mistaken, or this man is hiding himself very well. Zhao Chengyi chuckled, "That's true. It's like getting used to someone; even if you don't like them at first, you gradually get used to them." "What are you trying to imply?" Yang Xieyu could obviously understand the implication in Zhao Chengyi's words. If she weren't in Zhao Chengyi's car, she would have wanted explicitly reject him again. Zhao Chengyi glanced at the rearview mirror and shrewdly changed the subject: "Actually, if you could rest earlier tonight, you could naturally get up earlier the next day, unlike last night when you didn't get home until almost one o'clock." Yang Xieyu's head buzzed, and her face changed drastically: "You were following me?" Zhao Chengyi revealed a barely perceptible smile: "No, I just happened to drive past your building and saw you rushing around. I wanted to call you, but you had already gone into your apartment. I tried calling you, but I couldn't get through." After hearing Zhao Chengyi's explanation, Yang Xieyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I was having a late-night snack with friends. " "My phone just died." Zhao Chengyi seized the opportunity to flatter him: "You need two phones, I'll give you one." "No need... Hey, hey, stop the car." After coldly rejecting Zhao Chengyi's offer, Yang Xieyu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly urged him to stop the car. Zhao Chengyi didn't understand what was going on, and quickly pulled over to the side of the road. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Yang Xieyu had already opened the car door and raised his hand to call out: "Mi Jieyi." Mi Jieyi was walking towards the school. Hearing someone call, he suddenly turned around and saw Yang Xieyu getting out of the BMW and running towards him. He was overjoyed, and his face turned slightly red. However, in an instant, his expression changed inexplicably. His sharp eyes swept across Zhao Chengyi's face, and he immediately confirmed that this man was the man he had encountered at the subway station last night. Like all thieves, Mi Jieyi possessed an exceptional memory. Although she had only seen the man once last night, his appearance was etched into her mind. Moreover , the near-death experience of being exposed by the man had made her memory of his face even more vivid. Strangely, Zhao Chengyi seemed not to recognize her. Logically, they had met recently; he shouldn't have forgotten her so easily. Was he pretending not to know her? Mi Jieyi thought to herself: Yes, he must be pretending. He brought Teacher to school; he must be her boyfriend. He must not want Teacher Yang to know he's a thief. "What are you looking at? Let's go." Yang Xieyu chuckled inwardly when she saw Mi Jieyi staring at Zhao Chengyi: Was this little guy jealous? "Oh." Mi Jieyi snapped out of her reverie and walked side-by-side with Yang Xieyu towards the school. They weren't far from the school now, and more and more students were appearing on the road, but few greeted Mi Jieyi and Yang Xieyu. Yang Xieyu was new to Daike and knew very few people, while Mi Jieyi was ostracized because of her homosexuality. People just stared at her from afar. Yang Xieyu was well aware of Mi Jieyi's situation. Seeing the strange looks from those around them, she felt a surge of anger and proactively put her arm around Mi Jieyi's shoulder. Mi Jieyi was startled and extremely embarrassed. She was about to pull away from Yang Xieyu's arm, but then she thought: Why not take this opportunity to find out what kind of background Yang Xieyu's boyfriend has? Thinking this, Mi Jieyi became much more natural: "Teacher Yang, was that man driving the car your boyfriend?" Yang Xieyu's beautiful eyes lit up, and she chuckled, "No, Teacher Yang is all alone now, no one loves her, no one pursues her." What did she mean by that? The young Mi Jieyi, just beginning to experience love, had a hazy and naive view of relationships. Unable to fathom Yang Xieyu's thoughts, she said, "How could that be? Teacher Yang is so beautiful, what man would chase after you?"

"There are many."

Chapter 7 Clouds and Mud

"Do you think Teacher Yang is prettier or Dong Bingqian is prettier?"

Yang Xieyu asked, her eyes darting around.

Mi Jieyi replied without hesitation, "Of course, Teacher Yang is prettier."

Yang Xieyu smiled and asked again, "Then... compared to Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan?"

This time, Mi Jieyi considered for a while before saying, "The difference between clouds and mud is like clouds and mud. Teacher Yang is the cloud, and they are the mud."

"Hehe." Yang Xieyu was overjoyed. She asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Then do you like Teacher Yang?"

Mi Jieyi was stunned. She glanced at Yang Xieyu, lowered her head, and stammered for a long time, "I... I like you."

"Since you like me, how about being Teacher Yang's boyfriend?" Yang Xieyu's heart fluttered. Seeing Mi Jieyi's face turn red
to the roots of her neck, she became even more certain that Mi Jieyi was a virgin.

Mi Jieyi was extremely embarrassed, thinking Yang Xieyu was teasing him. He abruptly broke free from Yang Xieyu's arm and said in a soft voice,
"I'm not talking to you anymore, you're kidding me." Then he turned and ran.

In a moment of panic, Yang Xieyu chased after him for a couple of steps and shouted, "Hey, I'm serious!"

Unfortunately, Mi Jieyi had already run far away. Yang Xieyu was secretly annoyed, thinking: I was too rash. Dealing with this kind of handsome young man is
different from dealing with the stinky men in brothels. I must be patient.

Just as she was blaming herself, a dry cough came from behind her: "Teacher Yang, what do you mean, 'really'?"

Yang Xieyu was startled and turned around. Seeing that it was Principal Yan, Yang Xieyu immediately put on a smile: "Oh,
it's the principal. I told Mi Jieyi that I wanted to extend my substitute teaching time, but he didn't believe me."

Principal Yan was overjoyed: "Really? That's great! I wonder how long Teacher Yang plans to do it?"

"This..."

Yang Xieyu awkwardly replied: "I can't say for sure yet. I'll finish this week's substitute teaching first, maybe half a year,
maybe a semester. I'll talk to the principal in detail then."

Principal Yan smiled and stared at Yang Xieyu's high breasts for a moment, and said: "Alright, alright, I look forward to your
answer, hehe." ...

Today, Peihong Middle School suddenly added a very special scene. Several teachers were wearing black stockings.
Yesterday, this scene was only Yang Xieyu's exclusive. Overnight, she became the object of everyone's imitation.

Everyone loves beauty, especially since those teachers wearing black stockings were all women around thirty years old.
Women in this age group most want to express their desires, and the hazy, mysterious allure of black stockings is most seductive,
even if they're facing those clueless teenagers all day. Subconsciously, women see teenagers as men.

Yang Xieyu, who was assigning homework on the blackboard, could feel how many burning eyes were staring at her from behind.
She regretted wearing black stockings again. She knew how much of a hit she was with men, but
the men in nightclubs and bars were mature men who could control themselves. But the men in the classroom were children. Could they control themselves?
Would they do something terrible?

The more Yang Xieyu thought about it, the more worried she became. She turned around, her long, slender legs in black stockings crossed, thinking: Luckily, my
skirt only reached my knees, unlike the other teachers who even wore short skirts. If I wore a short skirt,
how could the children stand it? Sigh, stop overthinking. Just focus on winning over Mi Jieyi.

After scanning the classroom, Yang Xieyu said gently, "Today we're mainly writing an essay. The title is '
The Person I Love Most.' The word count and requirements are already written on the blackboard. I hope you all will write with your hearts and feelings."
Zhuang Chou, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, can I write about the person I have a crush on?" The classroom burst into laughter.

"Of course, people who have crushes are people too," Yang Xieyu smiled. "

Alright, start writing now, hand in your homework after class." Mi Jieyi picked up a pencil and wrote "My
favorite person is my aunt" on her notebook. She paused, then added "Yang Xieyu" below "
Aunt ." Suddenly blushing, Mi Jieyi looked up at Yang Xieyu, but unexpectedly, Yang Xieyu looked over as well. Their eyes met, and Mi
Jieyi's heart pounded. She lowered her head and quickly erased the words "Yang Xieyu" with an eraser, as if worried that
Yang Xieyu would find out.

The classroom was silent. Yang Xieyu walked very carefully, afraid of making a sound and disturbing the students' thoughts.
She wanted to go over and see what Mi Jieyi was writing, but then she suddenly remembered that there were at least two other students in the classroom. The girl
secretly admired Mi Jieyi.

Yang Xieyu didn't want to cause trouble. She had already sensed the deep hostility Su Xuefang and Qi Yuyan harbored towards her,
so today Yang Xieyu didn't linger too much on Mi Jieyi. She quietly observed Su Xuefang and
Qi Yuyan. These two girls were not only incredibly beautiful, but they also sat at the same table, a perfect match. Unconsciously
, Yang Xieyu revealed a hint of pride, because Mi Jieyi had once said: "Teachers are clouds, and they are
mud."

Less than half an hour later, Mi Jieyi put down his pen. On his homework, an essay titled "The Person I Love Most" was completed. In
the essay, he wrote with all his heart about his aunt, Mi Bao'er, because Mi Bao'er gave Mi Jieyi all her love, a love
so profound that no one could compare.

However, among the people Mi Jieyi loved most was an old man named Yan Changshun. In Mi Jieyi's eyes, he
was like a father. Mi Jieyi respected Yan Changshun very much. He not only learned a "craft" from Yan Changshun but also
many principles of life.

Yan Changshun once said that one should learn to forgive, both oneself and others, because
there are no absolutely bad people in this world, nor are there absolutely good people. Good people do bad things, and bad people do good things
.

Mi Jieyi asked: "Is Mom a good person or a bad person?" Yan Changshun

told Mi Jieyi with certainty: "Your mother was in great pain when she left you. This may be
the only bad thing your mother ever did in her life."

Mi Jieyi understood. From then on, he no longer hated his parents. He learned to forgive. However, Qin Leyao was still nowhere to
be found , and his father, Mi Junshan, was still drunk all day long. This made Mi Jieyi feel depressed, and he became increasingly self-conscious.

"Teacher, I've finished writing. I need to go to the toilet."

Mi Jieyi suddenly stood up. Thinking of his mother, he felt pain, unable to say whether it was longing or loss.

"Okay, hand in your homework. You can go now."

Yang Xieyu nodded blankly.

Mi Jieyi ran out of the classroom like a madman. Everyone thought he really needed to pee, but Mi Jieyi didn't go to
the toilet. He went to the small bamboo grove.

"Whoosh."

A ten-centimeter-long knife pierced the thick bamboo with lightning speed. Due to the great force, the bamboo swayed to both sides.
The bamboo cracked open with a piercing sound. Mi Jieyi glanced at it, then flicked her wrists, throwing two
small knives , which pierced the bamboo through the crack created by the first knife.

"Not bad, not bad."

An aged voice rang out, and an old man floated down from above the bamboo. It was Yan Changshun. Mi Jieyi's
earlier gloom vanished instantly, and she greeted him with delight, "Master, you've come."

Yan Changshun smiled and gently patted the back of Mi Jieyi's head, "Just call me Uncle Yan, don't get used to it and find it hard to change."

Mi Jieyi asked, puzzled, "Uncle Yan, why won't you let me call you Master properly?"

"Sigh."

Yan Changshun smiled bitterly and mocked himself, "Uncle Yan is, after all, a pickpocket with a long criminal record. If any of
his cases come to light, you, as my apprentice, will definitely be implicated. Besides, Uncle Yan has many enemies. Although
he has been away from home for decades and changed his name, who knows if he will run into someone who wants him dead?" Mi Jieyi raised her eyebrows and
said loudly, "I'm not afraid of being implicated. If anyone wants to harm Master, I'll take their life first."

Unexpectedly, these generous words did not earn Yan Changshun's praise. On the contrary, Yan Changshun's face fell, "How many times
have I told There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. There are many people more capable than Master. If something happens to Uncle Yan in the future,
you are not allowed to seek revenge." Perhaps feeling that his words were too harsh, Yan Changshun changed his tone and praised, "
Uncle Yan was very happy that you knew how to be tolerant last night. After you left, I secretly investigated and actually found the person you mentioned
." Mi Jieyi suddenly remembered, "Master... Uncle Yan, I know this person's identity."

"Who is he?"

Yan Changshun was quite surprised.

Mi Jieyi said, "I don't know the specifics yet, but I know he's our new substitute teacher's boyfriend, and he drives
a BMW. But he deliberately doesn't recognize me."

Yan Changshun pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "You might be mistaken." Mi Jieyi said firmly,
"Uncle Yan, I'm absolutely sure I'm not mistaken, it's that man." Yan Changshun smiled: "Uncle Yan believes that
the expert you met last night was a woman."

"A woman?" Mi Jieyi was greatly surprised.

Yan Changshun continued, "That's right, she was just disguised as a man. Although she tried her best to hide it, some
subtle gestures gave her away. I'm sure she's a woman." "I... how could I be mistaken?
She's clearly the teacher's friend." Mi Jieyi was confused. He had an extraordinary memory; he
could remember everything he could clearly see. He even remembered an argument his parents had on his fifth birthday.

Yan Changshun naturally knew that Mi Jieyi had a strong memory. He kindly pointed out
where Mi Jieyi had misjudged the situation: "Jieyi, you've met that expert before. Compare your teacher's boyfriend to the expert's
height ." Mi Jieyi said dejectedly, "He was sitting in the car, so I couldn't tell. However, last night I saw that person's height
was about the same as mine." Yan Changshun smiled and nodded: "Yes, that expert's height is about the same as yours. You just need to ask
your teacher how tall her boyfriend is."

Mi Jieyi was immediately convinced: "Right, I'll ask her later."

Yan Changshun walked over and pulled three strange little knives from the bamboo. Then he grabbed Mi Jieyi's hands and examined them. Seeing a scar on
the knuckle index and middle fingers, Yan Changshun quickly picked up a knife and demonstrated:
"Jieyi, remember, your nails must be parallel and grip the blade tightly. A slight deviation will cut your flesh. Look, the blade
has already cut a cut. Luckily, you've developed calluses from practicing for so long, the blade only cut your calluses."

"I've got it."

Mi Jieyi smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Yan, these knives are so sharp. Every time I hide a knife,
my clothes . I've torn several pieces of clothing."

Yan Changshun stroked the blade and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, the craftsmanship of these special stainless steel scalpels is much better than the ones you used
before . 200 US dollars a piece is a bit expensive, but German-made ones are different from Swiss-made ones. They're
two levels higher than domestic scalpels."

"I wonder when my throwing knife will be able to pierce bamboo."

Mi Jieyi took a small knife from Yan Changshun's hand and instantly flicked it. The knife, with a sharp whooshing sound,
pierced a bamboo stalk as thick as an arm, splitting the bamboo with a "crack" sound. Pickpockets usually use
sharp blades or scalpels to cut open people's pockets or bags to steal money, but Mi Jieyi never bothered with
that . These sharp scalpels had only one purpose for him: self-defense.

Chapter 8 The Great Thief Queen is Dead.

Yan Changshun laughed loudly: "Don't think you can reach the sky in one step. Your throwing knife skills are even better than your master was at thirty.
Once your arms and fingers have more resilience, breaking through the bamboo will be just around the corner."

Mi Jieyi immediately became heroic: "Master, how can I increase my resilience?"

Yan Changshun's eyes had a hint of evil: "There are two methods. One is to train your iron gall. Put a walnut or an iron ball
in your palm and spin it. Long-term practice will train your finger strength. The other is to train your finger strength by touching women's bodies.
As for arm strength, it's even more so. It's a pity you don't like women."

Upon hearing this, Mi Jieyi blushed deeply.

"Haha." Yan Changshun couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Alright, practice your accuracy more in the future..."

Just then, the shrill school bell drowned out the laughter in the bamboo grove.

As usual, Yan Changshun scaled the outer wall of the bamboo grove to enter the campus, intending to meet with Mi Jieyi during his
free give her pointers on throwing knife techniques. After Mi Jieyi went to class, he would cross the campus and exit through the main gate. The school
guards assumed Yan Changshun was a family member accompanying a student and didn't ask any questions.

Just as he stepped out of the school gate, Yan Changshun suddenly tensed. Not far from the gate, a gray BMW was
quietly parked on the side of the road. Zhao Chengyi leaned back in the driver's seat, smoking, his eyes constantly fixed on the school gate.

Yan Changshun's eyes were sharp; with just one glance, he immediately recognized Zhao Chengyi as
the expert he had encountered with Mi Jieyi in the subway station plaza the previous night. Yan Changshun was secretly surprised, but he remained calm, deliberately walking
away . Once out of Zhao Chengyi's sight, Yan Changshun turned back, watching the BMW from afar, thinking:
Last night, that person was clearly a woman; how could she possibly be Jieyi's teacher's boyfriend?

Just as Yan Changshun was wondering, Zhao Chengyi got out of the BMW and looked into the distance, seemingly waiting for someone. Perhaps he
was tired of sitting, because he stretched by the roadside. Yan Changshun looked over and immediately burst out laughing, inwardly scolding himself for seeing things.
This Zhao Chengyi was not the expert he had met with Mi Jieyi last night, because of the difference in height;
the expert from last night was much shorter than Zhao Chengyi.

It turned out to be a false alarm; they just looked
alike
. Yan Changshun turned and left with a wry smile, muttering to himself: "There are many people in the world who look alike, but very few who look so alike. They're almost identical. No wonder Yui mistook them for the same person."

Not long after Yan Changshun left, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up beside the BMW. Zhao Chengyi quickly jumped into the Mercedes
. The driver was a stunningly beautiful woman, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with rosy cheeks and
a . Sitting in the back seat was a dignified old man with white hair, hawk-like eyes, and a hooked nose,
around sixty years old, who bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Chengyi.

"Dad, she hasn't come out yet. It seems she really did go to teach. These past two days she's been leaving after school. Perhaps we should come and keep an eye on her
closer to the end of the school day?"

It turned out the white-haired man was Zhao Chengyi's father.

As soon as Zhao Chengyi got into the car, he sat close to the old man, his eyes fixed on the beautiful driver. The woman seemed to know he
was watching her; she smiled slightly, pressed a button, and the driver's seat slowly turned backward. In the blink of an eye, the beautiful driver
was facing Zhao Chengyi and his son. Zhao Chengyi's gaze burned with desire, a surge of lust rising within him. The beautiful driver's eyes darted around,
and her long, slender legs, clad in a white miniskirt, parted slightly. From Zhao Chengyi's angle, he could vaguely see a dark shadow between her legs
.

The old man said coldly, "Don't let your guard down, not for a moment. The fact that you lost her last night means she's no less capable than
you. You must win her over no matter what. If necessary, use any means necessary, don't
hold back ."

Zhao Chengyi withdrew his gaze from the beautiful driver: "Dad, I understand. Before resorting to force, I want to find
out why she suddenly became a teacher at the school."

The old man asked, "How will you find out?"

Zhao Chengyi said, "She has a friend named Zhou Zilu, who used to be a teacher at Haining Middle School. Yang Xieyu's sudden
decision to become a teacher must be related to Zhou Zilu." The old man nodded slightly, his expression quite urgent: "Then
investigate quickly and keep in touch with me at all times.

" "Okay." Zhao Chengyi replied, and was about to get out of the car when the old man slowly said, "Also..."

Zhao Chengyi immediately asked respectfully, "What?"

The old man looked out the car window, and suddenly swung his left hand back, slapping Zhao Chengyi hard across the face
with a crisp "smack." The action was both fast and accurate, and Zhao Chengyi didn't even have a chance to react, only feeling
a burning and painful sensation on one cheek.

"Dad,"

Zhao Chengyi said, both confused and angry.

The old man said sternly, "Chengyi, I'm warning you, if you touch Xixi again, I'll cut off your hand."
The beautiful driver must be the Xixi the old man was talking about. As soon as the old man finished speaking, the beautiful driver looked innocent: "I
didn't complain, it was your dad who eavesdropped on your phone." Hearing the beautiful driver say this, Zhao Chengyi immediately deflated like a punctured
balloon, knowing that his affair had been exposed, and quickly begged the old man: "Dad, I was wrong." "If you're so capable, then get
your hands on this woman surnamed Yang." The old man's face turned green with anger, but he was helpless. Compared to his mistress,
his son more important.

Zhao Chengyi lowered his head awkwardly and asked, "You told me to go to great lengths to win her over, but you didn't explain why."
The old man was still angry and couldn't help but shout, "Why? Because she's beautiful enough!"

Zhao Chengyi stammered, "It's not just about being beautiful, is it?"

The old man retorted, "What do you think it is?"

"I..." Seeing this, the beautiful driver quickly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, Brother Biao, just tell Chengyi,
so he won't keep bothering me with questions." "Hmph."

The old man's anger hadn't subsided. Although young, the beautiful driver spoke with surprising authority. She glanced at the old man and
slowly said, "This Yang Xieyu is 'Ghost Face's' apprentice." Zhao Chengyi was taken aback, taking a moment to react:
"The Hundred-Faced Master, 'Ghost Face' Ji Jiuniang?" The beautiful driver nodded slightly and gave Zhao Chengyi a flirtatious wink:
"Yes, the legendary bandit queen Ji Jiuniang is finally dead. It's been over a year since she died. Your father and I only
learned of her death last month."

Zhao Chengyi was still skeptical: "Didn't everyone say she'd been dead for decades? How come it's a year?
If the news is true, then Ji Jiuniang was probably over a hundred years old."

The beautiful driver chuckled lightly, teasingly: "The previous reports of her death were just rumors. She died at one hundred and four years old; she
truly lived a long life."

Zhao Chengyi asked, "So, Yang Xieyu is really her apprentice?"

"That's right, we unexpectedly discovered Ji Jiuniang's tombstone. The inscription reads: 'Disciple Yang Xieyu kneels in reverence
.' So, we investigated this Yang Xieyu through connections. Fortunately, there aren't many people with that name;
it's the only one in the entire country."

The beautiful driver said this with a smug look on her face, presumably having obtained the information herself.

Zhao Chengyi's eyes darted around: "So, what we mean is…"

The old man immediately interrupted: "We must obtain the ultimate manual of disguise, 'The Hundred-Faced Ghost,' at all costs."
Zhao Chengyi exclaimed excitedly: "The 'Hundred-Faced Ghost' really exists? That's unbelievable!" The old man snorted coldly and explained slowly
: "Of course it exists. Even Hao Jun, the nation's top forensic expert, acknowledges the existence of 'The Hundred-Faced Ghost.' This 'Hundred-Faced
Ghost' consists of two parts: the Hundred-Faced Technique and the Ghost Mask. The Hundred-Faced Technique is a top-secret
disguise technique; even professional makeup artists only have a superficial understanding of it. As for the 'Ghost Mask,'
it's even more…" "These are rare items, there are only two of them. It's said that each 'Ghost Face Mask' is made from sixteen pieces of
human skin peeled from infants, frozen for seventy-seven days in the ice and snow of the Kunlun Mountains, and then pieced together. Because skinning people is too
cruel, Ji Jiuniang's master refused to pass on this craft, and it was eventually lost."

Zhao Chengyi was stunned. "With the Ghost Face Mask, can I steal from everyone in the world?"

The old man nodded. "That's right. As long as you use the Hundred Transformations Technique, you can disguise yourself as
anyone and do many things."

When he said the last sentence, his old face turned red with excitement.

The old man sighed. "I'm old. In the future, the company's shares and the family fortune will all be yours, but you
must live up to expectations and achieve something to put my mind at ease."

"I know, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Zhao Chengyi clenched his fist tightly, his eyes looking at the school gate outside the car window, as if Yang Xieyu was already kneeling at his
feet , offering the 'Hundred Transformations Ghost Face' with both hands.

"Also, no one else is allowed to know about this except the three of us, including your Aunt Qin."

The old man's voice lowered considerably when he mentioned "Aunt Qin."

Zhao Chengyi exchanged a glance with the beautiful driver and said, "Dad, I understand."...

At noon, after school, Yang Xieyu didn't leave the school. She worried that once she returned to her warm little home, she
wouldn't be able to resist sleeping, and after less than two hours of sleep, she would have to get up again and get dressed, which would be too troublesome.
It would be better to rest at school and grade students' essays. This was Yang Xieyu's first time grading students' homework, and she was a little
impatient .

After eating the school cafeteria's buffet, Yang Xieyu sat in her empty Chinese language group office
, reviewing the students' homework one by one. When she reached Mi Jieyi's homework, Yang Xieyu's eyes widened with excitement.

"My aunt has always been the person I love most. I remember once I had a high fever, I was weak all over, my lips were cracked and
bleeding , and I couldn't eat. It was my aunt who fed me spoonful by spoonful of rice cereal. Rice cereal, that's
what babies eat. At that moment, I felt like I was my aunt's child..."

Her eyes welled up with tears, and Yang Xieyu couldn't help but take a tissue to wipe her eyes. She could feel the
deep affection between the lines, and a trace of guilt crept into her heart. She thought to herself: What if I seduced Mi Jieyi and he couldn't
extricate himself? He was a child from a broken home; his heart must be very fragile, and he definitely could
n't withstand the blow.

Yang Xieyu's reluctance grew stronger and stronger. She began to feel uneasy. The thought of giving her virginity to
a man she didn't like gave her goosebumps all over. However, her birthday on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month was approaching.
On that day, she had to lose her virginity, or she would face a terrible disaster.

Yang Xieyu's ears rang, and Ji Jiuniang's dying words flashed through her mind again: "Xiexie, on your twenty-sixth
birthday, you must become a real woman. Because you were born in a yin time, a yin day, a yin place, you belong to
extreme yin. On your twenty-sixth birthday, the sun and moon will overlap, the sun being the greater yang and the moon the lesser yin. The yang energy of the sun will completely
overwhelm the yin energy. If you can find a man to lose your virginity on your birthday, the yang energy entering your body will be enough to balance the yin energy in your
body , and you will not die before the age of thirty. Listen to your master, don't be too picky, save your life first
..." With a long sigh, Yang Xieyu put down her homework, lifted the short sleeve of her shirt with her right hand, revealing her
pink and snowy skin. On Bai's left arm, there was a bright red cinnabar mark the size of a love bean. This was the
cinnabar mark that Ji Jiuniang had personally applied to Yang Xieyu when she turned one year old.

Chapter 9 First Feelings

It doesn't necessarily have to be Mi Jieyi; any man will do. Zhuang Chou, Deng Hailong, and Shan
Wenju are also good options. Perhaps… Yang Xieyu closed her eyes in anguish. She felt
no attraction to the other three boys, so how could she seduce them, how could she get into bed with them?

Good heavens, she had been searching for almost five years, why did she only feel something for Mi Jieyi? Was this fate
or coincidence?

Just as her mind was in turmoil, there was a knock at the door. Yang Xieyu turned around and saw Zhao Chengyi.

"How did you find this place?"

Yang Xieyu asked in surprise.

Zhao Chengyi walked in with a smile, placing a basket of fruit on his desk. "I guessed you were at school,
so I came in to check. Hehe, you're here after all. Here, have some fruit."

"Thank you."

Yang Xieyu was quite touched. She had only known Zhao Chengyi for half a year, and he was
the most outstanding man she knew. Although Yang Xieyu didn't feel any spark with Zhao Chengyi,
she was willing to compromise if he were a virgin. She had once considered marrying him, but the thought was fleeting
because the chances of him being a virgin at his age were almost zero.

"Zhao Chengyi, thank you for being so kind to me, but we're not suitable for a relationship. Please don't come looking for
me here anymore; it'll cause misunderstandings."

Yang Xieyu spoke gently, knowing that such a confession would hurt Zhao Chengyi.

Zhao Chengyi's expression changed slightly. He calmly said, "Alright, I promise I won't come to the school to see you anymore, but I
won't give up on you. You are the woman of my dreams, and I have fallen deeply in love with you. Whether you like it or not, I
have fallen in love with you."

After saying that, he turned around with great grace and left with a hint of loneliness.

Yang Xieyu was stunned for a moment. Zhao Chengyi's emotional words stirred a small ripple in her heart.

"Sigh."

She sighed deeply, muttering, "Actually, marrying Mi Jieyi isn't impossible. Times are changing; women
a few years older than men can still be husband and wife. But I'm nine years older than Mi Jieyi. I'd be too old to be her older sister,
let alone husband and wife."

The sound of an engine filled the quiet campus. Yang Xieyu walked to the window, watching a gray BMW drive
away. A sudden sense of loss washed over her. After a moment's thought, she finally made a plan: "How about I sleep with Mi Jieyi first
? Then I'll deliberately make him angry, deliberately become slovenly, deliberately become short-tempered and unreasonable—
basically make him hate me, make him break up with me. Although breaking up will be painful,
many girls like him. Su Xuefang, Qi Yuyan, and even Dong Bingqian can all appease him. After breaking up with Mi Jieyi, I
'll give Zhao Cheng a chance. Yes, that's it.

" Yang Xieyu gave a blank, bitter smile—a smile more painful than crying.

"Teacher Yang." A gentle voice startled Yang Xieyu from her reverie. She turned around and was immediately
taken aback : "Mi...Mi Jieyi, you didn't go home?"

Mi Jieyi stood at the office door, shyly twisting the hem of her clothes: "My aunt went out today, and no
one was home to cook, so I ate at school. I just saw the gentleman who brought Teacher Yang to school this morning drive away, and that's when I
realized Teacher Yang hadn't gone home either. I didn't want to bother Teacher Yang, but my eyelids kept twitching, so...I came
to check on you."

"Eyelid twitching, that means you're not resting well. Did you stay up late last night?"

Yang Xieyu's big eyes sparkled. Compared to Zhao Chengyi's cheesy and sentimental words, Mi Jieyi's words
were plain and unremarkable , but these plain words deeply touched Yang Xieyu. She chuckled inwardly: Eyelid twitching? Could it be that I have
a telepathic connection with him? If it's not a telepathic connection, then his excuse of eyelid twitching is quite clever.

Mi Jieyi blushed and nodded slightly: "I went to bed very late last night. I know an old man
who runs a small shop in the subway station. I went to help him out last night, and it was almost midnight when I got home."

Yang Xieyu gasped and slowly walked towards Mi Jieyi: "You were at the subway station last night?"

Mi Jieyi said: "Yes, I think I also saw Teacher Yang's boyfriend,
the ."

Yang Xieyu's eyes darted around, and he said seriously, "Teacher is telling you very seriously, that gentleman just now
is not Teacher's boyfriend, just a regular friend. Teacher Yang isn't lying, as of now, Teacher Yang
is still single."

"Hehe."

Mi Jieyi laughed while lowering his head, his face turning red to his neck.

"What are you laughing at?" Yang

Xieyu's heart pounded, and after her coquettish rebuke, she was also very embarrassed: How strange, was I giving such a blatant hint?
How could I do this?

Mi Jieyi looked up and asked, "Teacher Yang, how tall is your friend?"

"Around 1.8 meters, why do you ask?"

Yang Xieyu was puzzled.

Mi Jieyi explained softly, "Last night I saw someone who looked a lot like Teacher Yang's friend, but not
as tall as Teacher Yang said."

Yang Xieyu was startled again and quickly asked, "How tall was the person you saw?"

She thought to herself, Strange, it sounds like Mi Jieyi must have seen me near the subway station last night. Logically, if he saw
me, he should have been in my line of sight, but why don't I remember him at all? Is my memory fading,
or am I just being careless?

Mi Jieyi said, "He should be a little shorter than Teacher Yang. If Teacher Yang isn't wearing heels, we'd be about the same height."

"That person definitely isn't my friend,"

Yang Xieyu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: I can't go to the subway station anymore. Mi Jieyi must have seen me.
Even though I'm disguised as Zhao Chengyi, Mi Jieyi frequents the subway station, and it wouldn't be good for us to run into each other.

Mi Jieyi asked softly, "Teacher Yang, Teacher Zhou is coming back in a few days and you're leaving. Where am I supposed to find you?"
Knowing from Yang Xieyu that Zhao Chengyi wasn't the colleague he met at the subway station, Mi Jieyi also breathed a sigh of relief.
He never expected that this beautiful substitute teacher was actually
the direct disciple of the legendary thief "Hundred-Faced Ghost" Ji Jiuniang. Similarly, Yang Xieyu never expected that the clever thief he met last night was actually Mi Jieyi.
They were both disguised as villains, the man dressed as a woman, and the woman dressed as a man. Although they had met before, neither of them had
suspected the other.

Yang Xieyu noticed Mi Jieyi's expectant look. She smiled shyly, turned, picked up a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down
a string of numbers: "This is my phone number."

Mi Jieyi took the paper with trembling hands and silently wrote down Yang Xieyu's number: "Teacher Yang, you really don't have
a boyfriend ?" "Really not." Yang Xieyu said coquettishly, her heart pounding.
She had never felt this dizzying, infatuated feeling, not even during her first love.

Mi Jieyi glanced at Yang Xieyu, sweating profusely with nervousness, and stammered, "Then I...I
..."

She hesitated for a long time before continuing. Yang Xieyu was both amused and anxious. After all, she was a woman, and even when facing
a naive young man, she hoped he would speak first.

Finally, Mi Jieyi blurted out, "I'll call you," and then dashed off,
faster than a deer.

Yang Xieyu covered her mouth and giggled.

Not far away, a graceful figure sighed softly, "How could I... possibly let you have your way?"...

Mi Jieyi rarely came home early. Hearing Mi Bao'er's instructions that it was important, Mi Jieyi rushed
home . To his surprise, it wasn't his aunt Mi Bao'er who opened the door, but the dignified and elegant Luo Xiuyi.

"You, what are you doing here?"

Mi Jieyi was greatly surprised. He didn't spend much time with Luo Xiuyi; since they weren't classmates, they rarely
even saw each other once a day.

Luo Xiuyi put her hands on her hips and asked angrily, "Can't I be here? Do you hate it when I'm here?"

Mi Jieyi said calmly, "I don't hate it, and I don't like it either."

Luo Xiuyi's face changed drastically. Mi Bao'er quickly came over to help, "Jieyi, what nonsense are you talking about? Xiuyi is
a girl; be a gentleman."

"Auntie, you said it was important."

Putting down his schoolbag, Mi Jieyi didn't look at Luo Xiuyi again, making Luo Xiuyi's eyes red with anger. She
was pampered and had never been treated so coldly.

Mi Bao'er saw this and was anxious: "Xiuyi coming to our house for dinner is very important."

"Oh."

Mi Jieyi understood.

Mi Bao'er seized the opportunity to persuade her, "This afternoon, Xiuyi didn't even go to class, she went shopping with her aunt, and then came back
to help her aunt cook dinner. You should thank her."

Mi Jieyi nodded politely to Luo Xiuyi: "Thank you, Luo Xiuyi."

Although Luo Xiuyi felt that Mi Jieyi's tone was stiff, she was still happy to see Mi Jieyi speaking to her.
"No need to thank me. Anyway, I don't want to go to university. After the college entrance exam, I'll come here every day to learn cooking from Aunt Mi. Jieyi
, do you welcome me?"

Mi Jieyi said coldly, "It's mainly my aunt who welcomes you. Once I get into university, I'll be living at the school and rarely
go home ."

Luo Xiuyi was worried when she heard this: "Waaah... Aunt Mi, I don't want to learn anymore. I want to go to university too."

Mi Jieyi teased, "You often skip classes, how can you pass the exam?"

Unexpectedly, Mi Jieyi's teasing angered Luo Xiuyi. She opened her almond eyes wide and retorted loudly, "If I can't pass the exam
, I can't pass it. I'll just stay here and learn cooking from Aunt Mi. Humph, you always have to go home during holidays and festivals. Even
if you don't want to see me, it's not okay."

Mi Bao'er was overjoyed and secretly gave Luo Xiuyi a thumbs up. Seeing that Mi Bao'er was backing her up, all of Luo Xiuyi's
grievances disappeared, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face. She even took the initiative and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs on Mi Jieyi's plate.
Mi Jieyi hadn't intended to argue, and since Mi Bao'er's sweet and sour pork ribs were his absolute favorite, he immediately stopped trying to provoke Luo Xiuyi
and started eating heartily. It was only when eating that Mi Jieyi didn't act like a woman.

Mi Bao'er and Luo Xiuyi had a tacit understanding, and during the meal, Mi Bao'er intentionally or unintentionally showered Luo Xiuyi with compliments.
Mi Jieyi never went against Mi Bao'er's wishes, so he pretended to be vague and perfunctory, but his mind was already on Yang Xieyu. He
was puzzled; just thinking about Yang Xieyu made his crotch swell and feel a surge of desire.

Seeing Mi Jieyi so engrossed, Luo Xiuyi assumed he was starting to fall for her and was overjoyed. She ate with a shy and
adorable air, but unfortunately, Mi Jieyi didn't notice.

Mi Bao'er raised Mi Jieyi from a young age, so she naturally knew what he was thinking. Seeing that Mi Jieyi always
had a smile on his face while eating, the observant Mi Bao'er noticed something was amiss. She made up her mind to give Mi Jieyi a good talking-to after dinner
and make him accept Luo Xiuyi no matter what.

But after dinner, before they could even wash the dishes or clear the table, Mi Jieyi had vanished.
In the large living room, only Luo Xiuyi sat alone on the sofa, sulking.

"Xiuyi, don't be discouraged. Aunt Mi promises you, I've decided you're the daughter-in-law of the Mi family for life
,"

Mi Bao'er said, walking over and hugging Luo Xiuyi.

"Aunt Mi,"

Luo Xiuyi stammered, looking pitiful, on the verge of tears.

Mi Bao'er felt a pang of sympathy and made a firm decision: "Don't call me Auntie anymore, call me Auntie."

Luo Xiuyi, intelligent and perceptive, immediately understood Mi Bao'er's meaning and sweetly called out "Auntie,"
as if her fate was sealed.

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