Lu Xuan seemed not to hear Liu Hanyan's angry roar, nor did he pay attention to her eyes that were practically spitting fire.
He leaned back in his chair, slowly pulled out his phone, unlocked it, looked down, and leisurely slid his finger across the screen.
This action was like a ladle of boiling oil suddenly poured onto Liu Hanyan's already raging inferno of anger.
Her chest heaved violently with rage, and her well-tailored professional skirt seemed unable to contain her impending outburst.
She abruptly walked out from behind the desk, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor, each sound like a hammer striking tense nerves.
"Lu Xuan!" She walked up to him, looking down at him from above, "What kind of attitude is this? Disrespecting your teacher, ignoring classroom discipline, and now you dare to play on your phone in front of me? Do you really think the school is run by your family?!"
"I told you to stand up! Did you hear me?!"
"I'm warning you! If you continue like this, do you believe I'll call your parents right now and let them see what kind of good son they've raised?!"
Liu Hanyan's voice became increasingly sharp; her self-proclaimed calmness and composure were utterly shattered by Lu Xuan's unyielding attitude.
Lu Xuan finally reacted. He turned off his phone screen, looked up, and instead of any fear on his face, there was a helpless smile, as if he were looking at an unreasonable child.
"Teacher Liu, why are you so anxious? You're still young, getting angry is bad for your health." He sighed and shook the phone in his hand, "I was just about to show you something good. Guaranteed to be exciting, you'll love it."
"You...!" Liu Hanyan was so angry she couldn't complete her sentence; she felt her authority and dignity being trampled underfoot by this Student, little by little.
Her mind heated up, and she made a decision she would regret for the rest of her life.
"Get up! The teacher is standing, why are you, a Student, sitting?!"
Before her words even finished, she reached out and grabbed Lu Xuan's arm, intending to forcefully pull him out of the chair.
However, she had worked at a desk for years, with slender arms and legs, and was no match for Lu Xuan.
The moment her hand touched Lu Xuan's arm, he flicked his wrist, and a clever force came through; Liu Hanyan felt an irresistible pull forward, and her entire body instantly lost balance.
"Ah!"
With a short gasp, she plunged like a broken puppet directly into Lu Xuan's embrace.
Even worse, due to the immense inertia, her upper body directly fell forward, and her head, without deviation, plunged between Lu Xuan's legs, her cheek firmly pressing against a sensitive spot that instantly crashed her brain.
The air in the office solidified at this moment.
Time seemed to stand still for three seconds.
Liu Hanyan's mind was blank; she could even smell the fresh laundry detergent scent on the male Student, and... a masculine scent that instantly made her cheeks burn like a hot iron.
"Boom!"
A rush of blood surged to her head, Liu Hanyan's scream caught in her throat, and she was completely stunned.
She frantically tried to scramble up, her hands flailing on Lu Xuan's legs, but she couldn't exert any force due to the awkward position; after several struggles, she looked like a flailing shrimp, her posture becoming increasingly ambiguous.
Lu Xuan looked down at the woman squirming in his arms, the smile on his lips deepening; he even "considerately" gently pressed her back with his hand.
"Oh, Teacher Liu, what are you doing?" His voice, tinged with a playful low tone, resonated above her head, "In broad daylight like this, if someone sees you, it'll be a huge misunderstanding. Although I know my charm is considerable, isn't this a bit too proactive of you?"
"You... you let go of me!" Liu Hanyan was mortified, using all her strength, her hands pressing firmly against Lu Xuan's thighs, finally managing to prop herself up.
Her beautiful hair, which she had specially let down today like a waterfall, was now a chaotic bird's nest, a few strands clinging miserably to her flushed cheeks.
The tight black skirt was wrinkled from her struggles, and the sexy polka-dotted black stockings on her legs, to her, now seemed full of irony.
"Lu Xuan!" Liu Hanyan was enraged and humiliated, her string of reason completely snapped, "You disrespect your elders! You molest your teacher! I'm going to give you a major demerit! I'm going to get you expelled!"
She raised her hand, gathering all her anger and humiliation, and slapped Lu Xuan's face with full force!
However, the expected crisp sound did not occur.
Her wrist was firmly caught in mid-air by an iron-like hand.
Lu Xuan slowly stood up, his previously playful gaze abruptly turning cold the moment he rose, becoming as deep as an abyss, filled with a chilling sense of oppression.
That look was no longer a Student looking at a teacher, but a beast staring at its prey.
Liu Hanyan's heart trembled, an inexplicable fear rising from the soles of her feet.
Before she could react, Lu Xuan gently flicked the hand holding her wrist, and his other hand rose without warning.
"Slap!"
A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on Liu Hanyan's left cheek.
Liu Hanyan stumbled from the blow, completely stunned.
She widened her beautiful eyes, tilting her head in disbelief, looking at the Student before her.
From childhood, she had been a pampered prodigy, her parents' pride, a role model in the eyes of teachers and Students, and the object of admiration for countless male Students.
Not to mention being hit, she had never even heard a harsh word.
This... this Student, he actually dared to hit her?
A burning pain radiated from her cheek, but it was far less than the shock and humiliation in her heart.
However, this was just the beginning.
"Slap!"
Another even louder slap landed fiercely on her other cheek.
This time, Lu Xuan increased the force, directly knocking her off balance, causing her to stagger back two steps and plop down onto the cold floor.
The world seemed to fall silent.
Liu Hanyan sat on the ground, completely frozen.
She couldn't feel the pain in her face, only a buzzing in her ears and the man standing over her, his eyes as cold as if looking at a dead object.
Two lines of clear tears finally uncontrollably slid from her dazed eyes.
Some of it was pain, but more of it was grievance, and her pride, shattered on the ground.
