Chapitre 2: The Whole Class Isekai’d?!
A woman of ethereal beauty, her features soft yet striking, her presence intoxicating. She moved with grace.
In front of her was a man with short black hair. He wasn't particularly handsome, nor could he be called ugly—just an average face that could blend into any crowd. Yet, under her gaze, even he seemed like someone extraordinary.
Her captivating red eyes sparkled like stars in a midnight sky, drawing him in, while her soft laughter echoed like the melody of a distant song.
She leaned closer, her touch featherlight as her fingers brushed against his cheek, sending a surge of warmth through him.
Her long red hair cascaded over his shoulder and chest as she drew near, enveloping him in her scent.
'Is today the day I lose my wizard status? I'm not ready yet!' Feng Fan thought, panicking inwardly even as he was mesmerized by the heavenly beauty before him.
She softly whispered in his ear. "Feng Fan… do you want me?"
Without hesitation, he nodded eagerly. "Xue Qiang, you're all I've ever wanted!"
Overcome with emotion, Feng Fan moved his hand to her waist, his heart racing as he prepared to embrace her completely. But just as the moment reached its peak—
Slap!
The sound rang out like a thunderclap, jolting Feng Fan awake.
His eyes shot open, and he took in his surroundings, disoriented. He was in class, and all eyes were on him. Laughter erupted around the room.
Right in front of him, a generous cleavage came into view, along with a teasing glimpse of white fabric—a bra—peeking out as the owner leaned forward in frustration. Her large chest practically filled his vision. Before he could stop himself, words slipped from his mouth.
"Not bad, today's white."
The class erupted again, but this time the reactions were divided. Half the students, mostly the girls, glared at him with disdain, while the other half, the boys, laughed even harder, tears streaming down their faces.
Feng Fan could only sigh inwardly, his face burning with embarrassment. 'What a nightmare.'
The bra's owner, a woman wearing a thigh-length business black skirt and a long black blouse, snapped, her voice sharp and furious. "FENG FAN!"
Her glare could have pierced through steel, and though she tried to ignore his ridiculous comment, it only added fuel to the fire, increasing her anger.
"Your grades are at the rock bottom of the class! The college entrance exams are just a month away, and here you are, sleeping in class?! How on earth do you expect to get into a decent college with this kind of attitude?!"
A wry smile tugged at Feng Fan's lips as he muttered, "But, Miss Yi Qiuyue... I don't even want to go to college..." His voice trailed off, growing softer with each word as if he hoped she wouldn't hear him.
Feng Fan understood that Miss Yi Qiuyue, his teacher, meant well.
She wasn't just a good teacher, she genuinely cared about her students and wanted the best for them. But no amount of her concern could change one simple fact: he wasn't cut out for studies.
Studying, exams, grades—none of it resonated with him.
He had already found his calling as a web novel author, and he was doing well enough to prove it. Did a web novel author need a college degree? Hell no!
College would only be a distraction, a detour from the path he was determined to follow.
Still, he had tried to explain this to her before, but she insisted that in today's world, a college degree was essential to secure his future. According to her, he could write and study at the same time, but should always prioritize his studies.
Even though she was only about twenty-five years old, Miss Yi Qiuyue was incredibly old-fashioned!
"Feng Fan," Miss Yi said, her voice firm. "I can't control what you do outside of class, but here, you'll pay attention. Is that understood?"
Feng Fan knew it was pointless to argue, so he simply nodded. "Yes, Miss Yi. I'm sorry."
Miss Yi gave a brief nod of approval. She knew she couldn't change him, but this was the best she could do for him. "Good."
With that, she turned and walked back to the blackboard, picking up where they had left off. "Now, continuing where we left off…"
Feng Fan struggled to keep his eyes open. The previous night had been a sleepless marathon as he worked tirelessly to write more chapters for his web novel.
His readers had demanded a mass-release gift for Christmas, and being the devoted author he was—one who truly cherished his readers—he had sacrificed his sleep to meet their expectations!
'Ah, how hard it is being a good person in this capitalist world,' he thought, as if he were the most selfless soul to ever walk on Earth.
Despite only having two hours of sleep, Feng Fan did his best to stay awake. His gaze was fixed on Miss Yi, though he wasn't really processing anything she said. It went in one ear and out the other.
Since he wasn't learning shit, he decided to shift his focus to something more productive—planning the next small arc of his novel.
'Should I introduce another young master who tries to steal the MC's heavenly beautiful wife? After the MC defeats him, the young master's father will seek revenge, only to be killed in the end. Then, the ancestor will come out of seclusion, vowing to kill the MC…' He thought, his mind racing with possibilities.
'Alright, another generic and tasteless plot for my dear readers!' he thought, feeling quite proud of himself. He would stretch this generic storyline out for three hundred chapters, milking his readers dry!
'I better start planning the next immortal world too. The MC's power is about to break through this world's limits…'
An exemplary Eastern Fantasy novel author, indeed!
As Feng Fan lost himself in thoughts about his novel, the sharp ring of the class bell jolted him back to reality, signaling the start of lunchtime.
Around him, most students, if not all of them, stayed at their desks, eating as they looked over their notes, a mix of excitement and nervousness etched on their faces with the approaching exams.
Just as Feng Fan reached into his bag to grab his lunch, a figure approached.
She had striking red eyes and long red hair that framed her delicate features. It was none other than Xue Qiang—the very girl from Feng Fan's dream.
"Hey, Fanfan, want to eat together?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice warm and accompanied by a gentle smile.
If Xue Qiang claimed to be the second most beautiful girl in the entire school, no one would dare to claim themselves as first—because no one else could surpass her.
Her beauty was simply unmatched.
'If this were an Eastern novel,' Feng Fan thought, 'then Xue Qiang would be a beauty that could topple cities.'
Feng Fan glanced at her, still puzzled by her attention. She had transferred into their school abruptly in the middle of their third year, a rare occurrence for seniors.
Despite the unusual timing, her stunning looks and amazing social skills quickly made her the star of the class.
Her social skills were so extraordinary that both boys and girls alike seemed to idolize her, treating her almost like a goddess.
Yet, for reasons Feng Fan couldn't quite understand, she always seemed to enjoy spending time with him.
"Ugh, sure. You can sit here, Qinqin," Feng Fan replied, using the nickname she had insisted on him calling her It was a privilege she reserved exclusively for him and her family.
Though he wouldn't admit it, Feng Fan always felt a little nervous around her. But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed her company.
Deep down, he dreamed of confessing his feelings to her someday—a strong lust for her beautiful body.
Cough
A true love for her gentle personality!
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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