Chapter 41: Be My Model

  "You...Ling Fei, you're too much!" Liu Yan's whole body was trembling with rage, one hand covering her chest, her breasts heaving constantly, a pair of beautiful eyes glaring furiously at Ling Fei, just barely controlling herself from pouncing on him and biting him to death.

  Ling Fei shrugged his shoulders. When dealing with women, as long as he didn't treat her like a woman, Ling Fei had always liked to use this method to subdue them.

  "What? I'm bullying you too much? How am I bullying you? I didn't even touch you, what nonsense are you talking about? If this falls into the ears of someone with ill intentions, I'll be in trouble." Ling Fei still didn't plan to let Liu Yan off, and continued to use words to challenge her limits.

  Fang Ling, after all, is a woman and understands Liu Yan's suffering. Although she said she still disliked her earlier, they work together in the same school, and it would not be good if they were to cause any trouble.

  "Teacher Ling, forget it." Fangling pleaded, hoping that Ling Fei could restrain himself a bit.

  Ling Fei curled up the corner of his mouth, and his raised second leg shook slightly; "I didn't plan to do anything to her, she was the one who was chattering away like an idiot over there, can't blame me for retorting a few sentences?"

  "Uh……” Fang Ling was choked by Ling Fei and couldn't speak, after all, even the most rascal person would have some restraint when being a teacher, but she had never seen a teacher like Ling Fei who spoke so recklessly and used dirty words.

  "Alright, I've done what I needed to do, I won't stay any longer, you guys are busy." Ling Fei stood up, shook his hands, and took a glance at Liu Yan, humming a tune in his heart.

  "Teacher Ling, I really don't know how to thank you." Bi Zhengkai saw that Ling Fei was about to leave and hastily stood up, with gratitude on his face.

  Ling Fei lightly waved his hand; "We're all colleagues in the same group, how can we not lend a helping hand when it's within our power? No need to thank me, maybe next time I'll have something to ask of you."

  "Haha, Teacher Ling is joking, I really want to thank you for this matter. As for the plan book and so on, I'll take care of it myself. Since Teacher Ling has invited Xiaolan, that's undoubtedly solved our biggest problem."

  Bi Zhengkai smiled and stretched out one hand.

  Ling Fei looked at him for a moment, thought for a bit, and then stretched out his hand to shake hands with him.

  "Thank you." Bi Zhengkai said sincerely, "You're welcome." Ling Fei's hands, which were clasped together, shook slightly before releasing. Without another word, he turned around and walked towards the door, pushing it open to exit the office.

  ……

  As soon as he left the office, Ling Fei turned into the corridor next door and walked towards the stairs, but suddenly felt that someone was lightly following him from behind, and his heart couldn't help but wonder; "Who is so bored? Is it a student?"

  Although he suspected in his heart, Ling Fei didn't turn back.

  Suddenly, a pair of icy small hands covered his eyes, and a deliberately disguised female voice came; "Guess who I am."

  "Are you... Second Aunt?" Ling Fei had already made up his mind and joked.

  "Who is your second aunt?!" The woman's voice was somewhat angry, covering Ling Fei's hand also pulled out one to pinch his waist*, two fingers clamped a piece of meat and rotated 360 degrees.

  "Ah!!" Ling Fei let out a miserable cry. "Sister, we're not familiar enough to make jokes like that, are we?" Ling Fei turned his head back in frustration, looking at Hua Yue Rou's face which still had an angry expression, and said with a bitter smile.

  "What's wrong? Miss is walking close to you and you're still not satisfied? Is it embarrassing to know Miss?" Huayue Rong put her hands on her hips, her beautiful eyes staring at Ling Fei, with an attitude of "you'd better give me an explanation or I won't let this go".

  Ling Fei curled up his lips and touched the spot on his waist that had been pinched, and as soon as he did, he felt a sharp pain.

  "Why are you so ruthless?" Ling Fei couldn't help but complain.

  "What? Got a complaint?" Huayue Rou's face turned red with rage as she stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Ling Fei.

  Ling Fei let out a bitter laugh and shook his head; "Miss, I don't dare to mess with you, can you please let me go?" After finishing speaking, Ling Fei turned around and ran away like he was escaping from disaster.

  Hua Yue softly hummed, her jade-like hand grasping Ling Fei's collar; "Want to leave? This young lady has something to discuss with you!" After speaking, without asking Ling Fei's attitude, she directly pulled him by the collar back inside.

  Ling Fei was afraid of hurting her and didn't dare to resist, fortunately this was a relatively remote corridor, now it's class time, the corridor was empty, otherwise if someone saw it, Ling Fei would really lose face all the way back home.

  Jian Hua Yue Rou didn't seem to want to say anything more, so Ling Fei had no choice but to follow her lead and back away with her.

  "Let me tell you, it's your honor that I'm looking for you, don't act like I'm going to eat you up." Huayue Rou said while walking away, but after saying this sentence, she felt a bit awkward, her face turned red, and she secretly took a glance at Ling Fei who was retreating with his back to her, only to find that he didn't seem to notice anything unusual, so she hummed to herself and continued walking forward.

  The two of them maintained this strange posture all the way to the art room, where Huayue Rou finally let go of his hand and hummed, "I'm going to paint, you be my model."

  Ling Fei, who had thought she had some urgent matter, couldn't help but burst out laughing upon hearing this; "I say, young lady, you can't be serious? Painting? And you want me to be your model?" He shook his head with a hint of playfulness. "I'm not doing it, what's in it for me?"

  "What benefits? When being this young lady's model is your honor, what else do you dare to ask for? Are you tired of living?" Hua Yue's delicate eyebrows rose, staring at Ling Fei.

  Ling Fei smiled and said, "Always staring with your eyes wide open will make you look ugly, big sister!" Ling Fei intentionally emphasized the three words "big sister", Hua Yue Rou subconsciously touched her own face after hearing this, but seeing the smile in Ling Fei's eyes, she knew he was teasing her, and once again stretched out her magical claws towards Ling Fei's waist.

  "Alright, alright, young lady, flower young lady, I'll do it, I'll do it, isn't that enough? Tell me, what would you like to draw? I'm willing to serve you." Ling Fei saw her stretch out her hand again and touch his waist, and hastily replied, adding a knight's salute at the end.

  "Hmph." Hua Yue Rou smiled and said, "Don't be poor anymore, come in. Either I'm going to paint something or just a sketch, I need a model, and after thinking about it, I thought of you." After finishing speaking, Hua Yue Rou took a glance at Ling Fei and added silently, "Who told you to look so handsome?"

  "Alright, let's go, but I really don't have much time, do your best." Putting away his smile, Ling Fei pushed open the door to the art room and walked in.

  Hua Yue Rou followed him and closed the door behind her.

  ……

  The large art room was empty, with no one inside. The equipment in the art room was relatively simple, with rows of small white tables, each equipped with easels and drawing boards.

  The desk on the stage was relatively large, and a completed painting was placed on an easel, which was a watercolor painting of a blue sky. Ling Fei took a few glances, withdrew his gaze, rubbed his nose; "I'm saying, Big Sister, where are we going to paint? You have to find me a place to sit, right?"

  Huayue Rong casually pointed to those chairs; "Find your own chair." After that, she went under the lectern and took out a small silver box. She opened it skillfully, revealing paints, spare canvases, various brushes, and some tools that Ling Fei didn't recognize.

  "Alright, you go find a chair to sit down first. This time's theme is called 'Hurt' and I need a male lead as the main character in the painting, so I had no choice but to look for you. I paint very quickly, so just sit down first." Hua Yue Rou nodded towards the things in the box, looked up at Ling Fei, and told him to find a place to sit.

  Ling Fei swung his mouth, casually pulled over a chair and sat down with a thud, looking rather nonchalant.

  "Sit up straight!" Hua Yue Rou saw Ling Fei's casual demeanor and was somewhat annoyed, shouting.

  "Go on, go on, it's really troublesome. You said you had nothing to do, what are you painting? Isn't playing with embroidery good enough?" Ling Fei sat up straight, not forgetting to tease him with a sentence.

  Huayue Ruo ignored him; "Turn the chair around, face me." He picked up the box and placed it on the lectern, removed the blue sky watercolor painting, put up a new sheet of paper, and glanced at Ling Fei.

  Ling Fei could only do as he was told, moving the chair over, his eyes fixed on Hua Yue Rou, while Hua Yue Rou was also sizing him up. For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous, and the two of them seemed like long-separated lovers exchanging tender glances.

  Soon, Hua Yue Rou also discovered the awkwardness, habitually smoothed her hair, took out a pen, sat in front of the easel, and occasionally looked at Ling Fei. After looking for several eyes, she felt dissatisfied: "I told you, this time's theme is injury, you have to express a kind of melancholy, a few points of decadence, and also have a few points of strong expression."

  Ling Fei couldn't help but touch his face, thinking to himself: "Women are really unpredictable, last time we met she was so gentle, how did she change so quickly?"