Chapter 2: Absolute Great Beauty
Zhang Yang did not faint like in countless novels, nor did he die to et the King of Hell. On the contrary, his mind was completely clear, clearer than ever.
Although it hurt, hurt so much that he felt he would be grateful to whoever smashed him to death with a brick right now.
But he could only keep his eyes open, standing stiffly as if struck by acupuncture points.
He could clearly feel his brain spinning rapidly, extrely fast and hot, like the Shenzhou-9 spacecraft reentering the atmosphere, with heat and speed accompanying each other.
He could feel his neurons being torn apart one by one by so unknown force, rearranged and reorganized, like a computer program being patched, repaired, and updated.
At this mont, everything around him seed like a realistic movie. He could see things moving, air circulating, yet he couldn’t participate—like a frozen observer.
Yang Fei walked over. She looked at the red Z4 outside, now in a pitifully ruined state, and scread in Zhang Yang’s ear at a hundred and twenty decibels before stopping abruptly. Her fair hands clenched into fists, pressing tightly against her rosy lips, her clear beautiful eyes wide open, staring at the wrecked red BMW Z4 outside with a confused and resentful gaze.
What she didn’t know was that her blue high heels, at least ten centiters tall, were currently stepping on Zhang Yang’s foot.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang was completely numb at the mont. This bit of pain was nothing to him, and the chaotic scene had made Yang Fei’s fiery figure twist. Her V-neck tight T-shirt looked a little loose due to the irregular movents.
With his height of 1.81 ters, and Yang Fei slightly crouching, Zhang Yang inadvertently glanced and froze—because her open neckline was right in his line of sight.
Inside the neckline, the blue strapless bra supported her full curves, almost completely exposed to his eyes. The trembling white twin peaks exaggeratedly pressed together, forming a deep, unfathomable cleavage.
“Boom!” While enduring agony, Zhang Yang suddenly felt his head explode, a loud bang followed by a high-frequency vibration like a shockwave.
The violent movent twisted all the organs in his head, making his face look a bit perverted, as if he were deliberately peeping at Yang Fei’s chest.
“Snap!” Like a hunter breaking a dry branch in a silent forest, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that his already fragile nasal mbrane had ruptured. A warm stream gushed out of his nostrils like a flood.
Nosebleed?
Through the blur, Zhang Yang saw Yang Fei’s pretty face twisted in anger, though still beautiful and alluring. He could tell that her rage had clearly exceeded ninety points. If she were a dinosaur, she would have torn him apart without hesitation.
Damn, she must think I was peeking at her chest and got a nosebleed! Zhang Yang instinctively wanted to explain, but suddenly, several syllables rang clearly in his mind. It was the sa cute, tallic female voice, only now sounding more human: 【Nuwa System update complete. Officially running… Master identity: Zhang Yang, senior student of Chemical Engineering at ining University, preparatory-level savior! Main quest success rate 0.005 PPM—negligible. Activating branch quest system. First quest: Phase One of the Primary Savior Program—obtain a Bachelor’s degree in Bioengineering. Current success rate: 34%.】
A line of subtitles appeared clearly in his mind, accompanying the now smoother female voice.
“Damn it, a monster!” Zhang Yang subconsciously shouted, then realized he could move again.
“Monster?”
At this mont, no words could describe Yang Fei’s fury. Had she not checked the almanac before leaving today?
Early in the morning, before leaving ho, her parents had scolded her again, urging her to find a boyfriend quickly; otherwise, the family would send over so overseas returnees or rich, handso elites.
Under such threats, she reluctantly agreed to her sister’s suggestion—to fake a blind date.
As a rich, beautiful, long-legged goddess with both looks and brains, Yang Fei would never stoop to her sister’s level by yielding to her parents’ arrangent to et so PhD overseas for a “spiritual romance.”
All she needed to do was take a picture of the guy and fool her parents.
So she endured the scorching 34-degree heat, drove her beloved red Z4, and risked being late for class to reach the café her sister picked—to et this so-called perfect filial, high-IQ, handso young man.
But the guy holding the ining Daily turned out to be her student—the one who scored single digits in English, whom she had already decided to treat as a lost cause.
But that wasn’t even the worst part. She never regarded today’s blind date as even a human being, let alone a potential partner.
Yet now, her beloved BMW was mysteriously wrecked, so badly that even BMW headquarters might fail to repair it. If not for this guy, would she have suffered such a loss?
And if that wasn’t enough, he even took advantage of her, peeping at the chest she had protected for years—one she didn’t even dare look at too long while showering—and even bled from his nose!
Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he had the nerve to say: “Monster!”
That’s like soone ordering a second-hand laptop online, and I accidentally send them an Apple Air for free shipping with bonus Japanese adult films—they enjoy it thoroughly, yet refuse to pay and even leave a bad review!
Unbearable!
I, Yang Fei, though a model young beauty loved by all of ining University, even I have limits. Even a clay Buddha has temper!
Her first reaction was to imdiately cover her chest, her eyes wide as she stared at Zhang Yang’s frightened, perverted face. Then, she raised her hand and delivered a slap.
“Smack!” Zhang Yang’s just-leaking nosebleed scattered into small blooming red flowers.
【Under attack. Target’s attack power: 8. No life-threatening danger detected. Possible counterattack options: assault the opponent’s chest, lift the opponent’s skirt.】 The sa chanical female voice echoed in Zhang Yang’s mind.
Assault your sister! Zhang Yang covered his face and took a step back. Honestly, it hurt—but not as much as the pain in his brain earlier. That was true agony.
“Teacher Yang… I…”
“Oh? So you do know . I’m curious—why not pretend not to?” Yang Fei rubbed her wrist, subconsciously tightened her collar, her face tense as she glared at the ining Daily on the table. “If today’s incident leaks even half a word… you’ll never graduate from ining University in this lifeti.”
After speaking, she suddenly rembered sothing more important, abandoned Zhang Yang, and rushed toward the door where her mangled red Z4 lay.
【Nuwa System warning… within ten ters, a life-threatening hazard detected. Target: red BMW Z4, imminent explosion in fifteen seconds… fourteen seconds…】
A clear warning flashed in Zhang Yang’s mind, followed by a piercing countdown.
“Damn it! Son of a—!” Zhang Yang didn’t have ti to think whether it was real or not. He shouted to the café staff: “The car’s gonna blow! Get under the counter!”
At the sa ti, he dashed forward, opened the door, and ran straight toward Yang Fei, who was cluelessly about to open the car door.
“Teacher Yang—danger!”
Yang Fei was in a daze, not hearing him. Of course, she knew the burning Z4 was dangerous, but she thought she still had ti to grab so important items.
In her panic, she found the car door locked by the system. Just as she was about to break the window, she suddenly felt her body lift, a tightness around her waist—soone was holding her! Her long legs left the ground, and her blue heels fell off.
She turned her head and saw Zhang Yang’s sweat-covered face and that fierce look in his eyes. Her heart skipped—what the hell is this guy trying to do?
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