Chapter 397: Gossip hurts people!

Du Wanhe's face "swish" turned red, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, the fingers gripping the champagne-colored dress hem turning white from force.

She moved her lips several times, but couldn't come up with a retort.

This left Du Wanhe unable to retort for a moment..

Du Wanhe instinctively lowered her head to look at her figure, and couldn't help muttering to herself.

Du Wanhe bit her lower lip, her pearl teeth lightly grazing her lips, her cheeks still flushed with an unfaded blush.

But her voice hardened a bit: "You're still a child! Arguing with you like this makes me seem like I'm bullying you!"

You Nianchu immediately raised her eyebrows in rebuttal, chin slightly lifted, eyes full of unwillingness to lose: "I'm already 18! Legally I'm an adult, how am I still a child?"

The surrounding discussion grew louder, even the few girls sitting in the front row turned around, curiously looking at the two on the podium, no one even looking at the acupoint diagram Lin Yuan had previously drawn on the blackboard.

Seeing Du Wanhe and You Nianchu about to argue, Lin Yuan hurriedly stepped between them, reaching out to gently separate them.

Lin Yuan tried to keep his tone gentle: "Alright, alright, stop arguing—we're here for class, not to compare this."

He turned his head to look at You Nianchu, his eyes carrying a hint of persuasion: "You Nianchu, as a girl, the Zhongshan point on your chest is indeed sensitive; demonstrating it publicly isn't appropriate—maybe ask a male classmate instead."

You Nianchu didn't back down, instead leaning in, her gaze locked on Lin Yuan, her tone slightly challenging: "Professor Lin, male and female bodies differ; while acupoint distribution is roughly the same, details always vary—I just want to personally verify these differences. What's inappropriate about that?"

She paused, then deliberately raised her voice so the whole class could hear: "In a doctor's eyes, aren't men and women merely vessels carrying life? Could it be, Professor Lin, that you harbor some improper thoughts, which is why you find this unsuitable?"

As soon as she said that, the classroom fell silent instantly; all students' gazes locked onto Lin Yuan, even Du Wanhe temporarily forgot her anger, looking at Lin Yuan with a hint of watching a show.

You Nianchu pressed her advantage, her tone more direct: "Professor Lin, if you refuse me now, doesn't that just prove you're guilty, really harboring improper thoughts about me?"

Lin Yuan was left speechless by You Nianchu's retort, opening his mouth to rebut, but realizing whatever he said would sound like an excuse, only digging himself deeper, with no way out.

He helplessly sighed, glanced at the uniform gazes below, then met You Nianchu's unyielding eyes, and could only smile wryly and nod: "Fine, I agree—but I'll just lightly tap to locate, no force; if you feel uncomfortable, tell me right away."

Upon hearing that, You Nianchu's face instantly broke into a smile; she slightly lifted her chin at Du Wanhe, as if declaring victory: "That's right, Professor Lin—let's get started, don't waste everyone's class time."

Lin Yuan said nothing more, silently walking to the side of the podium, gesturing for You Nianchu to stand properly, while inwardly muttering…

This girl, her mouth is too sharp; from now on I can't casually argue with her.

Du Wanhe stood to the side, watching You Nianchu's smug look; although she felt unwilling to accept it, she didn't speak again.

She merely stalked to the back rows, found a seat, and sat down, her eyes full of displeasure and jealousy.

You Nianchu quickly walked to the center of the podium, stood still, letting her hands hang naturally at her sides, deliberately straightening her waist and back.

This practically knocked out 99% of the girls in the school—even some female teachers were taken down.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, stepped in front of You Nianchu, his gaze landing on the midpoint of her chest.

He slowly raised his right hand, fingertips hovering lightly above the point to confirm the position, then gently pressed down.

The distance between them was very close.

A faint perfume drifted from You Nianchu to his nose—a sweet gardenia scent mixed with her light natural fragrance.

It mingled with the faint herbal and masculine scent on Lin Yuan himself, forming an inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere.

Below, the students held their breath, nervously watching this scene.

Meanwhile, many of the boys below were already jealous and envious.

Is this the privilege of being a teacher?

It's way too awesome!

You Nianchu could clearly feel Lin Yuan's fingertip temperature transmitted through her dress, along with his slightly hurried breath falling on her neck.

Lin Yuan carried a scent of herbal medicine.

This fragrance drifted into You Nianchu's nostrils, making her feel it was faintly pleasant?

Her pretty face "swish" turned completely red, from cheeks to ear tips, even her earlobes tinged pink.

You Nianchu's heartbeat instantly lost its rhythm, thumping "thump-thump-thump" as if about to jump out of her chest; the earlier thought of "just studying acupoints" was long abandoned, leaving only the tingling sensation from her fingertips.

You Nianchu suddenly felt her soul go soft, as if struck by a weak electric current, or like standing on clouds—her body light and airy, even standing felt unsteady.

She could only subtly clutch the hem of her clothing to steady herself.

She bit her lower lip, not daring to look up at Lin Yuan's eyes, only able to stare at his collar, murmuring softly: "Professor Lin… position… is it correct?"

Lin Yuan only then came to his senses, hastily withdrawing his fingers, the soft sensation still lingering on his fingertips; he gave a light cough, trying to keep his voice steady:

"Yes… the position is correct—this is the Zhongshan point; pressing it causes a slight numbness. Did you see the location clearly?"

The students below had already been stunned; some secretly swallowed saliva, others hastily lowered their heads to pretend to take notes, even their breathing grew shallow.

In the back rows, Du Wanhe tightly gripped the champagne-colored dress hem, her knuckles whitening, watching the two on the podium, her eyes full of displeasure and a hint of jealousy she herself hadn't noticed.

But what came next was even more miraculous.

As Lin Yuan's fingertip just touched her left chest point, he lifted his head to warn: "I'm about to apply pressure—bear with it, you might feel some soreness and distension, don't panic."

No sooner had he spoken than he drove his finger downward with force, an invisible inner strength traveling along his fingertip into You Nianchu's skin, precisely striking the Zhongshan point.

Instantly, You Nianchu felt her muscles as if bound by invisible ropes, a numb tightness spreading downward from her chest, even her fingertips unable to move.

Her pupils dilated slightly, incredulously staring at her own hand.

Clearly her brain wanted to lift her arm, but the arm felt like it was filled with lead, utterly immobile.

It was as if tiny currents were coursing through her blood vessels; the numbness spread from her chest to her limbs, even her toes losing sensation.

Lin Yuan withdrew his finger, looking at her frozen stance, and calmly asked: "Try moving—can you lift your hand now?"

You Nianchu bit her lower lip, exerting all her strength to lift her arm, but her shoulder only twitched slightly; the arm remained completely still.

Her voice tinged with panic and disbelief: "I… I can't move?! I can't even bend a finger!"

At this moment, You Nianchu stood rooted, unable to move; her body was like a stone statue.

Apart from her mouth being able to speak, her body could no longer move!

Instantly, a gasp rose from below; the front-row students couldn't help leaning forward, someone whispering: "Really can't move? This is too amazing—just like the acupuncture strikes in martial arts dramas!"

The astonishment from below instantly exploded!

The students' voices were trembling:

"My goodness! This is too divine! It's really just like acupressure!"

"So the acupoint can really immobilize a person; I thought it was just made up in martial arts dramas before!"

"The whole classroom was noisy, with even the students standing in the hallway pushing forward to get a better look, and the chatter drowned out the birdsong outside the window."

"Lin Yuan raised his hand and pressed down, waiting for the classroom to quiet a bit, then he pointed to the Chest Center acupoint marked on the blackboard and explained patiently:"

"Don't think this is a 'superpower'; behind it lies the meridian theory of traditional Chinese medicine. To accurately strike this acupoint, you must go through tens of thousands of repetitions of practice."

"Lin Yuan paused, extended his finger to demonstrate: 'The force must be controlled at the level of 'penetrating without harming'—strong enough to block the flow of qi and blood, yet not injure the internal organs. Precision is even more crucial; being off by a millimeter could press a different acupoint, rendering it completely ineffective.'"

"A student raised his hand to follow up: 'Then why does it make you unable to move? Is it because the blood vessels are blocked?'"

"Lin Yuan shook his head, walked to the blackboard, and drew a simple meridian diagram:"

"'It's not about blocking the blood vessels; it's about temporarily cutting off the conduction of qi and blood in the meridians—the Chest Center acupoint connects to the Ren meridian and the Pericardium meridian, which directly link to the brain's motor center, just like an electric wire.'"

"'When the acupoint is struck, the 'wire' loses power temporarily, so the motor commands from the brain can't reach the limbs, and the body naturally can't move—just like a phone that won't turn on when its battery is dead.'"

"Lin Yuan stepped in front of You Nianchu and said, 'Next, I'll demonstrate for everyone how to release the acupoint.'"

"Lin Yuan's fingertip landed on the Jade Hall acupoint beside You Nianchu's Chest Center acupoint, gently pressing and kneading, with a motion several times gentler than his earlier demonstration."

"His tone also carried reassurance: 'To release the acupoint, you must follow the meridian, first kneading open the node where qi and blood are blocked…'"

"The pressure from his fingertip slowly seeped in; You Nianchu could clearly feel the tightness in her chest easing, and her body gradually regained the ability to move."

"But just as You Nianchu let out a sigh of relief, her legs suddenly went weak, her whole body's strength seemed to be drained, and she toppled sideways uncontrollably."

"Lin Yuan reacted swiftly, extending his arm to encircle her waist, his palm lightly supporting her back, steadily holding her up, his voice tinged with concern:"

"'Be careful; after just releasing the acupoint, your qi and blood haven't yet normalized—don't rush to stand.'"

"You Nianchu's head unintentionally leaned against Lin Yuan's chest, her nostrils filled with his faint herbal scent and clean, masculine aura."

"Her cheeks instantly flushed red, spreading from her ears to her neck, and even her breathing became hurried."

"She instinctively grabbed the corner of Lin Yuan's garment, her fingers trembling slightly, her body going limp as if boneless, only able to lean lightly against his embrace, afraid to lift her head to meet his eyes."

"Lin Yuan lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, feeling her slightly warm cheeks and rapid heartbeat, and quickly adjusted his posture to let her lean more securely."

"Lin Yuan whispered, 'How are you? Anywhere uncomfortable?'"

"The students below instantly erupted; the classroom that had just been quiet while listening to the lecture was now filled with clamor."

"A male student in sportswear in the back row whistled first, shouting, 'Wow! This is too sweet! Lin Laoshi and the school belle You Nianchu are a perfect match!'"

"'We've shipped it! This is even more addictive than an idol drama!'"

"Another girl murmured under her breath, 'Good heavens! Lin Laoshi is too suave! His movements to support someone are so gentle!'"

"Ye Long, who had been sitting in the back, stared wide-eyed, his pen dropping to the floor as he silently sighed……"

"'Lin Laoshi is just too awesome—he can not only tame troublemakers, but also make the school belle lean into his embrace on her own!'"

"Du Wanhe sat by the window, watching the two people leaning on each other at the podium, her fingers secretly tightening the hem of her skirt, a flicker of complex emotion crossing her eyes……"

"She felt displeased, plus a vague sense of loss she couldn't quite put into words, making even the sunlight outside the window seem a bit glaring."

"Lin Yuan saw the noise in the classroom growing louder, quickly raised his hand to signal, and said with a steady, powerful voice: 'Everyone quiet down; this is just a normal reaction after acupressure, not anything special.'"

"He supported You Nianchu's arm, carefully guiding her to the first-row seat, his fingertips sensing that her arm was still trembling slightly."

"Upon reaching the seat, Lin Yuan gently helped You Nianchu sit down, then picked up the pen that had fallen at the desk corner, and explained softly:"

"'During acupressure, the flow of qi and blood is temporarily blocked; after release, it takes time for the circulation to resume, causing a brief muscle weakness—just sit for a moment and it will pass.'"

"You Nianchu sat in the chair, her cheeks still flushed, she gave a slight nod, her fingers gripping the corner of her uniform, too shy to look around at her classmates."

"In the back, Du Wanhe watched this scene, her fingertips secretly pinching the champagne-colored hem of her skirt, creating a few creases in the fabric."

"A hint of sourness flickered in her eyes, like swallowing an unripe plum; even sipping the cold water she carried couldn't suppress the inexplicable heaviness in her heart."

"She watched Lin Yuan's patience with You Nianchu, then recalled how she herself had just been shut down and left speechless, making her feel even worse."

"Clearly she had known Lin Yuan for ten years, yet somehow this newcomer, You Nianchu, ended up stealing the spotlight and getting so close to him."

"Just then, a male student in sportswear in the back row suddenly stood up, his voice booming: 'Lin Laoshi! We want to try too! Seeing what just happened to You Nianchu was amazing; we guys aren't afraid of pain—give us some acupressure!'"

"As soon as he spoke, other male students chimed in, some raising their hands and shouting, 'Me! Me! I want to try!'"

"Lin Yuan then had the male students come up onto the stage."

"Lin Yuan walked behind a male student, located his Tan Zhong acupoint with his fingertip, and reminded him, 'Get ready; you'll feel a slight soreness and distension.'"

"No sooner had he spoken than he applied a bit of pressure with his fingertip, and the male student's body instantly froze! He tried to lift his arm but couldn't budge an inch, his face full of astonishment: 'Really… really can't move!!'"

"While Lin Yuan released the acupoints for the male students, he didn't forget to explain:"

"'Remember, the key to acupressure is 'accuracy' and 'degree'—if the force is too light, it has no effect; if too heavy, it may damage the meridians. In regular practice, you must seek guidance from a professional; don't just try it randomly on your own.'"

"Lin Yuan looked at the eager male students below, smiled and nodded: 'Just watching my demonstration isn't enough; you need to try it yourselves to truly grasp the essentials.'"

"The two male students seated in the middle rows immediately stood up."

"One tall male student walked to the front of the podium, while another male student wearing glasses stood opposite him, both nervously gripping the corners of their garments."

"The tall male student stared at the other's chest, his finger gesturing in the air for a while, then lightly tapped the spot of the other's Chest Center acupoint, quickly adding a bit more force."

"The bespectacled male student furrowed his brow, rubbed his chest, and said, 'Just a little numbness, nothing else?'"

"No sooner had he spoken than he tried to lift his arm, discovering he could move it normally and even clench a fist, though the numbness in his chest lingered for a few seconds before fading."

"The surrounding students burst into laughter; the tall male student scratched his head, a bit embarrassed: 'Why doesn't it work like Lin Yuan's demonstration?'"

"Lin Yuan walked over and pointed to the position on the bespectacled male student's chest:"

"'Look, you were off by half an inch, and your force was too diffuse, not focused on the acupoint—the Chest Center acupoint must be struck at its exact center, with force that is 'steady, accurate, penetrating,' to temporarily block the flow of qi and blood.'"

"He took the tall male student's hand, helped him locate the spot: 'Try again, bend your finger slightly, apply force with the pad of your finger, not the tip.'"

"Following Lin Yuan's guidance, the tall male student pressed again; the bespectacled male student this time visibly furrowed his brows: 'The numbness is more pronounced! But I can still move and clench my fist.'"

"Lin Yuan released his hand, smiling as he explained: 'This shows progress—accuracy and force in acupressure aren't mastered in one or two tries; you've merely touched the threshold. From now on, practice more with acupoint charts, cooperate with classmates, and gradually you'll get the hang of it.'"

"He glanced at the diligent students taking notes below, then added: 'In future lessons, I'll specifically teach you the techniques for locating acupoints and applying force; as long as you put in the effort, you'll eventually be able to skillfully use acupoints for self-defense.'"

"Lin Yuan then picked up a piece of chalk, added the meridian pathways of the acupoints on the blackboard, speaking until his mouth was dry, fine beads of sweat gradually appearing on his forehead and trickling down his temples."

He raised his hand to wipe, but because he was holding chalk, he could only rub it casually, ending up smearing the sweat onto his cheek.

You Nianchu sat in the first row, saw it clearly, immediately took out a pack of tissues from her bag, and quickly walked up to the podium.

Before Lin Yuan could react, she tiptoed, gently pressing a tissue to his forehead, the motion as tender as caring for a child: "Professor Lin, you're sweating; wipe it quickly, don't get heatstroke."

Lin Yuan froze for a moment, feeling the softness of the tissue and the warmth of You Nianchu's fingertips, instinctively wanting to step back.

But You Nianchu held his shoulder: "Don't move, there's still sweat not wiped clean."

Her fingers lightly brushed his sideburns, so close he could smell the floral scent from her hair; the surrounding students instantly erupted.

"Whoa—" someone in the back whistled, while another slammed the table, shouting: "Professor Lin and Goddess You are too sweet!"

"I'm shipping that sweat-wiping move!" a male student in sportswear held up his phone, secretly recording the scene, his grin almost splitting to his ears.

Du Wanhe sat in the back, watching the intimate pair on the podium, her fingers gripping the edge of her notebook, knuckles whitening, unable to stay seated.

She sprang up with a "swish," her voice tinged with obvious displeasure: "You Nianchu, this is a classroom; mind your image, don't do such ambiguous actions!"

After wiping the sweat, You Nianchu turned to face Du Wanhe, her eyes full of disbelief:

"Professor Du, Lin Yuan is my teacher and also my sworn older brother; I helped my big brother wipe his sweat—how is that ambiguous?"

You Nianchu paused, then deliberately raised her voice with a teasing tone: "Could it be that Professor Du, your mind is a bit dirty, making you think twistedly? Or… do you like Professor Lin, seeing me help him wipe his sweat, making you jealous?"

Those words hit like a hammer, leaving Du Wanhe speechless, her cheeks instantly flushing red from neck to ears; she opened her mouth but found no rebuttal.

The surrounding students laughed even louder, someone whispering: "Professor Du, you got called out, huh? Your face is all red!"

"Goddess You is so bold, she left Professor Du speechless!"

At that moment, several students lowered their heads, holding phones, sending the video of You Nianchu wiping sweat and clips of their interaction to various school WeChat groups.

"Big gossip in the Chinese medicine class! Goddess You wiped Professor Lin's sweat and even talked back to Professor Du!"

"Video as proof! The atmosphere is too sweet; I'm shipping it first as a tribute!"

The group instantly flooded with messages, one after another, and some tagged their friends, urging them to hurry and watch the "live broadcast."

Lin Yuan looked at the chaos before him, sighed helplessly, took the tissue from You Nianchu's hand, and wiped his remaining sweat:

"Alright, alright, everyone sit down, continue class; if there's more disruption, I'll add ten minutes to this lesson."

The students immediately quieted down, yet still exchanged glances secretly, smiles hidden at the corners of their mouths.

Du Wanhe sat down angrily, refusing to glance at the podium again; she merely stared at her notebook, her beautiful eyes somewhat scattered and lost.

……

Zhijiang University, College of Physical Education, inside the boxing gym.

Third-year student Yu Feng, wearing tight sportswear, donned red boxing gloves, throwing punch after punch at the sandbag, each impact emitting a muffled "thud-thud," the sandbag swaying left and right, its cords trembling slightly.

Yu Feng is the undisputed boxing champion of Zhijiang University.

He had represented the school in multiple university student combat competitions, winning championships each time.

Yu Feng was training frenetically.

After fighting for about ten minutes, Yu Feng finally stopped.

He panted, raising a hand to wipe sweat from his forehead—

This was his third training set today; as the ace of the Sanda department, he never dared to slack off.

During a break, Yu Feng took off one glove, pulled out his phone from his sports bag, and started scrolling through the school's WeChat groups.

A photo suddenly popped up, instantly catching his eye—

In the picture, You Nianchu tiptoed, holding a tissue, gently pressing it to Lin Yuan's forehead.

In the photo, the two were so close that one could see the tenderness in You Nianchu's downcast gaze; sunlight streamed through the classroom window onto them, making even the air seem wrapped in sweetness.

Upon seeing this photo! Yu Feng's gaze turned icy in an instant, his fingers gripping the phone tightening sharply!

You Nianchu is the goddess Yu Feng has secretly loved for half a year!

At the freshman welcome party, seeing her in a white dress playing the piano, he placed her in his heart……

Over these years, Yu Feng has pursued You Nianchu, but all attempts were rejected.

Usually when Yu Feng encounters You Nianchu on campus, even speaking to her requires him to feel nervous half a day in advance.

But now someone actually dares to get this close to the goddess You Nianchu?

And damn it, it's even a newly arrived teacher?!

"Beast! Fuck! Worse than a beast!" Yu Feng stared at Lin Yuan in the photo, gritted his teeth and burst out cursing!

Yu Feng scrolled down the messages, and the group's short video began playing automatically—

You Nianchu wiping sweat, Lin Yuan frozen in place, students' whistling cheers, and someone's barrage comment "Lin Professor and Goddess You locked down" — like thorns stabbing his heart, making him feel both pain and anger.

"Fuck! That damned Lin Yuan!" Yu Feng let out a low growl, then swung his hand and smashed the phone onto the nearby resting chair.

He sprang to his feet and threw a punch at the nearby sandbag, which shook violently, emitting a loud "clang!"

The other training students in the gym were startled, all turning their heads to look.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong?" Several Sanda department students practicing sparring hurriedly stopped and gathered around.

Yu Feng pointed at the phone on the resting chair, his voice thick with suppressed anger: "You guys see for yourselves! That newly arrived Chinese medicine teacher Lin Yuan dares to get ambiguous with my goddess, even doing that in class—he simply doesn't put me in his eyes!"

The students grabbed the phones, finished viewing the photo and video, and instantly exploded: "This Professor Lin is way too arrogant—daring to mess with Brother Feng's person!"

"Brother Feng, we can't tolerate this! We need to go find him and demand an explanation!"

"Right! Call the brothers, let him know how formidable our Sanda department is!"

Yu Feng took a deep breath, his eyes full of ruthless determination: "No need to call; all the brothers in the gym will follow me! Today we'll go to the School of Medicine teaching building, and let him know—at Zhijiang University, no one's woman is to be touched!"