Not that Feng Yiman cared about his relationship status. She was focused on her studies. Her sudden academic rise had made her more approachable, and now classmates actually talked to her. She felt much less awkward. She enjoyed participating in class, and the teachers appreciated her enthusiasm. This, unfortunately, made Chen Yu look even worse by comparison.

Every time she answered a question, the teacher's attention would inevitably shift to him, followed by a predictable lecture. "Chen Yu, look at your deskmate. Why can't you learn from her?" Or, "Chen Yu, I'll confiscate your phone if you keep playing with it. You're disturbing Feng Yiman." And sometimes, "Chen Yu, you're in your second year of high school, not kindergarten. If you're that tired, go home and sleep!"

The constant reprimands were giving him a headache. Finally, he leaned over and whispered, "My dear deskmate, could you please stop answering questions?" He was miserable. Another sleepless night had left him relying on classroom naps.

Feng Yiman felt both wronged and indignant. "Why shouldn't I answer questions?" It was her right!

Seeing her defiance, a wicked glint appeared in Chen Yu's eyes. "If you answer another question," he threatened, his hand inching closer, "I'll slip my hand under your shirt and touch your br3asts."

Feng Yiman recoiled, hugging herself tightly and practically scrambling off the desk. One more move from him and she'd tell the teacher.

Their little drama didn't escape the English teacher's notice. Her heels clicked against the floor as she marched down the aisle, grabbed Chen Yu by the arm, and hauled him outside, shutting the door behind them. Feng Yiman was left wondering what they were talking about.

She remembered the gossip she’d overheard on her first day. Could there really be something going on between Chen Yu and the English teacher?

Whenever Chen Yu looked at the English teacher, his expression was a complex mix of disdain, resentment, rebellion, vulnerability, and… longing? Wasn't that the classic look of unrequited love?

A vivid image filled her mind: a haughty, yet sweet and wolfish student, secretly in love with his beautiful, dominant teacher. The teacher, clad in a sharp uniform, wielded a small whip, playfully punishing her puppy-like student. "Thud, swoosh, swoosh!"

The scene was thrilling, like something out of an er0tic comic, though Feng Yiman preferred BL, with a domineering, charismatic attacker wielding the whip. In her mind, she replaced the attacker with the English teacher.

Before her fantasy could fully unfold, the English teacher and Chen Yu returned. The teacher glanced at her. "Feng Yiman, is it?"

She nodded dumbly, noticing the teacher's protective air. She nervously nibbled on her finger.

"Come to my office after class."

With that, the English teacher turned and clicked back to the front of the room, resuming her lesson.

Feng Yiman was sure she was in trouble. The teacher was going to make her life miserable! She decided it was best to avoid Chen Yu altogether. The consequences of getting on a teacher's bad side could be severe.

Just a few words, and she'd concocted an entire tragic love story, casting herself as the unwitting obstacle to their happiness. She was truly a master of imagination.

When she finally arrived at the English teacher's office, she discovered the truth. The teacher simply wanted her to help Chen Yu with his studies.

She agreed, but in her mind, a new scenario unfolded: the teacher, desperate to bring them closer, had humbled herself and asked for her, the supposed "third wheel," to intervene.

Much later, when she recounted this to Chen Yu, he nearly died of exasperation. He wanted to pry open her head and see what was going on inside! Were all top students this… different?