She was about to thank him when Chen Yu snatched the paper back, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "How big are you?"

"Sixteen," she replied, puzzled. Why would he ask her that out of the blue?

His expression turned to one of mock disgust. "Who's asking about your age? I'm talking about... those!" His eyebrows lifted suggestively, his gaze fixed on the swell of her chest.

Question marks crowded Feng Yiman's mind. Those? What those?

His gaze, laced with playful malice, lingered on her chest, a smirk still on his lips. A blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks crimson. She shot him a mortified glare, quickly crossing her arms over her chest and hunching over, scooting as far away from him as possible, nearly falling off the bench. He was like a wild animal.

What kind of person was he? Asking her that the moment they met? Was he insane?

"Just kidding. Here." Seeing her face darken into a thundercloud, Chen Yu relented, pushing the paper towards her.

He then promptly returned to his desk, burying his head in his arms as if lost in a daydream.

For the rest of the class, she didn't dare look at him, let alone speak to him. The teacher's words faded into background noise, her mind replaying his question 

"How big are you?" coupled with that teasing, suggestive look. She was practically petrified. If he had gone any further, she would have screamed for help.

The moment the bell rang, she bolted from her seat, fleeing to the bathroom as if seeking refuge, terrified of what he might do next.

Inside, she overheard girls gossiping. As a new transfer student, she didn't know anyone and wasn't particularly interested, but the name they mentioned caught her attention. The content of their gossip shocked her even more.

"I'm telling you, Chen Yu from Class 3 is supposedly involved with our English teacher." One girl gave her friend a knowing look.

"Seriously? Isn't he going out with Su Nana from Class 5?"

"I saw it with my own eyes just the other day," the gossiping girl continued, lowering her voice, though Feng Yiman could still hear her clearly. "Chen Yu got out of the English teacher's car, and he had a lipstick mark on his face. He was trying to wipe it off with a tissue."

The two girls dissolved into giggles and walked away, presumably to share even more scandalous details.

Good heavens! This was terrifying. He had a girlfriend and something going on with his teacher? How brazen!

When she returned to her seat, she witnessed an even more brazen display.

A girl, she didn't know if she was from their class, was sitting in her seat, practically draped over Chen Yu. They were entangled in a passionate embrace.

Feng Yiman watched, wide-eyed, as his hand slipped beneath the girl's shirt, the imprint of his five fingers clearly visible against her chest.

The girl's face was flushed with a coy shyness.

Wow! Was this normal at this school? She couldn't bear to watch.

But she had nowhere else to go. This was her assigned seat, and she didn't know anyone else.

She had no choice but to stand awkwardly beside them, her back turned, waiting.

The couple, completely oblivious to her presence, continued their amorous display. Feng Yiman recalled the gossip she'd overheard in the bathroom. Chen Yu clearly wasn't your average student.

Thankfully, the bell finally rang, and the two reluctantly parted. Feng Yiman quickly slipped back into her seat.

A strong perfume lingered in the air.

"So? Enjoy the show?" Chen Yu asked with a smirk.

Startled, she didn't dare reply. She even scooted her chair further away, pretending she hadn't heard him.