Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

Qian Ran's eyes widened—Zhou Yi was taking things to a whole new level.

She was getting bold, practically unstoppable!

Relaxed and amused, Qian Ran leaned back in his seat, placing one hand on Zhou Yi's stocking-clad leg, gently caressing it.

Seeing Qian Ran's playful intent, Zhou Yi's expression shifted slightly, fear flashing across her face as she worried someone might notice.

Luckily, Qian Ran had chosen a seat at the very back, close to the aisle, so it was relatively safe.

But this daring move made Zhou Yi's heart race, her eyes pleading with Qian Ran. She suddenly regretted teasing him earlier; she'd crossed a line, and now Qian Ran would surely not let her off so easily.

She was genuinely nervous. This wasn't a place where she could act without consequences—unlike the anonymity she had when she removed her mask outside, where she could indulge in flirting with Qian Ran without worrying about her reputation.

The classroom, however, still held a certain sanctity in her mind.

Yet, Zhou Yi soon realized her inner resolve wasn't as strong as she'd thought. The thrill was overwhelming, and after glancing around to ensure everyone was diligently reviewing, she submissively stood beside Qian Ran's desk.

Thanks to the respect Zhou Yi had built up over time, no one dared to glance around. Zhou Yi was known for her strictness; she wouldn't hesitate to expel even a core disciple like Dai Huabin. Anyone causing trouble risked immediate dismissal from the academy.

Given this, whenever Zhou Yi taught, her students stayed fully focused, never daring to let their minds wander.

Even Wang Dong'er and the others held a slight fear of Zhou Yi, as her stern expression was truly intimidating.

Zhou Yi was grateful for this now.

A wicked grin appeared at the corner of Qian Ran's mouth.

"I was wrong," Zhou Yi whispered, hastily admitting her mistake in hopes he'd let her go.

Qian Ran's hand continued to massage her stockinged leg, his gaze holding a dangerous charm. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

What if someone saw…? Zhou Yi couldn't even imagine the consequences.

Qian Ran chuckled softly, his handsome face lit up with a mischievous glint.

For Zhou Yi to provoke him like that—how could he let her off so easily?

"How can I resist when Little Zhou Yi is this charming?" Qian Ran whispered, feigning a serious, studious expression as he gazed forward. To the outside observer, nothing hinted at what was going on between them.

An idea sparked in Qian Ran's mind, and he decided to escalate the game.

Seizing the moment when Zhou Yi wasn't paying attention, he lifted his hand and smacked her skirt-covered bottom.

"Ah!"

Zhou Yi gasped in surprise.

The unexpected sound drew the attention of the class, and Zhou Yi nearly stumbled in shock, her heartbeat accelerating to a dizzying speed.

Quickly, she straightened her expression, stepping forward a few paces away from Qian Ran's seat. Apart from a faint blush, she looked as strict as ever. Qian Ran watched with surprise—women truly were natural-born actors.

Seeing Zhou Yi's cold, intimidating gaze, the students immediately turned back around, not daring to stare further.

Taking advantage of the moment, Qian Ran pulled Zhou Yi back.

Zhou Yi's eyes shimmered with resentment and worry, dreading that he might do something even more reckless.

"Want me to let you go?" Qian Ran asked with a sly smile.

"Yes," she replied, nodding frantically. She was thoroughly afraid of her mischievous young lover and swore never to provoke him in such a setting again.

"Kiss me," Qian Ran challenged, his smile still wicked.

Zhou Yi cautiously removed her mask, revealing her gentle, beautiful face. Closing her eyes, she leaned in for a quick kiss.

The sunlight streaming through the window bathed her face in a warm glow, highlighting a soft flush across her cheeks.

"Come to my office," Zhou Yi whispered, gazing at Qian Ran with tender affection, seemingly ready to give herself completely to him.

"Did you bring the wedding dress?" Qian Ran asked with a smirk. She had once promised to wear it just for him. As for where she'd gotten the dress, well…

Qian Ran couldn't help but pity Fan Yu for a moment.

Poor Fan Yu—he'd lost any chance of capturing Zhou Yi's heart. He should set his sights on someone else, maybe Mu Jin. Or better yet, perhaps he should just stay single.

A top-tier soul engineer needed to be focused, dedicated to the noble pursuit of soul engineering.

Romance could be a dangerous distraction, especially for Fan Yu's career.

"I've kept it in my storage soul tool this whole time," Zhou Yi muttered, giving Qian Ran an exasperated look. She knew all too well this was his favorite kind of thrill. Typical men.

She only suggested the wedding dress because she knew it would captivate him.

With her mask back on, Zhou Yi and Qian Ran left the classroom one after the other without drawing any attention.

Qian Ran was frequently called out of class due to his exceptional talent, often with the academy unaware of his exact whereabouts on days he didn't attend. Thus, it wasn't unusual for teachers to summon him.

Recently, Zhou Yi had been calling him to her office quite often—an unusual privilege, perhaps, but one that came with being the outer court's top genius.

With Zhou Yi gone, the heavy atmosphere in the classroom lifted, and the students relaxed. Zhou Yi's presence was truly intimidating.

"Wu Feng, why is your face so red?"

Ning Tian noticed Wu Feng's flushed cheeks and ears, and she reached out to touch Wu Feng's face, finding it almost burning hot. Was she sick again? This was just like the last time—when had her health become so delicate?

"I'm fine," Wu Feng replied quickly, her heart racing.

She had seen the small gestures between Zhou Yi and Qian Ran just moments before and was in complete shock.

Qian Ran and Teacher Zhou Yi… how was this possible? How could they…?

Seeing Qian Ran's hand on Zhou Yi's leg, and then even striking her bottom, she felt both scandalized and embarrassed. How bold was he, with the whole class turning to look? Who could have guessed what had caused that sound?

And Zhou Yi—she was actually quite beautiful, it turned out, only hiding it behind a mask.

Qian Ran, that wicked troublemaker! How awful.

Now that the two of them had left, what were they going to do?

In Wu Feng's mind, Zhou Yi's once-sacred image had crumbled. She recalled how often Zhou Yi would call Qian Ran out, even if he skipped class, suggesting he might visit her frequently. For what purpose?

Not that Wu Feng was paying so much attention to Qian Ran…

Of course, it was all for Ning Tian's sake, not because she herself was interested in Qian Ran.

She cared about Qian Ran's actions, yet he spent his days carelessly causing trouble, not even taking cultivation seriously. The thought left Wu Feng feeling a bit sad.

"I'm going to the restroom. I'll be back soon," Wu Feng muttered, giving Ning Tian a quick word before hurrying out. She was curious to find out what Qian Ran and Zhou Yi were up to.

(End of Chapter)