Chapter 399: Little fox spirit, really really clingy!

Yu Feng's hand gripping Lin Yuan's collar loosened unconsciously, his breathing grew heavy, his mind in a mess——

How could this mild‑looking Chinese medicine teacher have such a scar?

Could he really not be an ordinary teacher?

Lin Yuan felt Yu Feng's grip ease, and simply looked at him calmly, his voice devoid of anger: "Stay calm, Yu Feng, I advise you—really, don't get involved with the underworld. Being in the underworld isn't cool at all."

Lin Yuan lifted his hand to gently push Yu Feng's away, straightened his disheveled collar, and his tone grew heavier: "You're still young; you don't need to go down this road. Don't ruin your future with violence."

Yu Feng still said nothing, his gaze lingering on Lin Yuan's collar; his earlier arrogance had vanished completely, replaced by hesitation and a barely perceptible fear——

Just who is this Lin Yuan?!

How could an ordinary university professor have so many terrifying scars?

The surrounding students fell silent, someone noticed Yu Feng's odd state. Everyone was a bit puzzled?

Yu Feng was just arrogant a moment ago—how did he suddenly go silent? Did his arrogance also wilt?

Lin Yuan watched Yu Feng's dazed look and added:

"You like You Nianchu, which isn't wrong, but blocking her with a crowd and fighting will only make her resent you more. True protection is making yourself outstanding, not relying on violence to show off."

Yu Feng remained silent.

But his lackeys behind him couldn't stand it.

"You Lin! Fuck you, dare to talk to our Fengge like that? You're asking for death!"

A gang of lackeys rushed straight at Lin Yuan!

These lackeys are all students from the College of Physical Education, all fighting experts! Their personalities are ruthless—how could they tolerate being insulted?

Yu Feng saw his lackeys roll up their training sleeves, clench fists, and charge toward Lin Yuan; his pupils contracted sharply……

Yu Feng hurriedly reached to grab the foremost lackey: "Don't go up! Stop, all of you!"

But his voice was drowned out by the hallway's clamor; a few impatient lackeys had already lunged forward……

The leading lackey swung his fist straight at Lin Yuan's chest, his punch still carrying the ferocity of Sanda training.

Lin Yuan didn't dodge; he merely stepped half to the side, his right fingertip flashing like lightning, precisely striking the lackey's elbow at the Quchi Point.

That lackey's fist froze mid‑air, his arm went limp as if drained of strength, then his leg gave way and he "thudded" to his knees on the ground!

The lackey let out a muffled groan, unable to muster the strength to lift his hand.

Another lackey kicked from the side, his toe aiming straight at Lin Yuan's knee……

Lin Yuan tapped the ground lightly with his toe, leaned back slightly, and his left hand jabbed toward the opponent's waist‑back Yaoyangguan Point.

That lackey's body jerked upright like a marionette frozen in place, then seconds later he fell straight down, lying on the ground curled up, unable even to roll over.

All that remained in the hallway was the "thud‑thud" of bodies hitting the floor!

Lin Yuan's movements were so fast they left only an afterimage; each fingertip strike sent a lackey crashing down——

Some struck the wrist, some jabbed the abdomen—all were acupoints he'd taught in class.

In just over ten seconds, more than a dozen Sanda‑department lackeys lay sprawled on the floor!

Some clutched their arms and moaned, some curled their abdomens and trembled—none could get up, not even a chance to fight back.

Yu Feng stood rooted, eyes wide, mouth agape enough to fit a fist, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on his back.

These lackeys are all fighting experts from the College of Physical Education, who rarely lose in sparring—yet now they hadn't even touched Lin Yuan's hem before they all went down?

This—this took less than a minute!

The surrounding onlooking students were completely dumbfounded; someone instinctively stepped back half a pace and muttered quietly: "This, Lin Laoshi is just too amazing, right?!"

"Good heavens! Just how many skills is Lin Laoshi hiding? Not only does he know Chinese medicine, he can fight like this!"

Du Wanhe covered her mouth, eyes full of shock; she had only known Lin Yuan had some skill, never imagining he could knock out a group of martial‑arts experts in over ten seconds, her fingers unconsciously gripping her skirt.

Yu Feng watched the lackeys moaning on the ground, feeling the strange glances from the surrounding students, his cheeks burning hot.

As the Sanda department's champion and the leader of this gang, seeing his lackeys all laid low while he shrank in the rear, his reputation was utterly ruined.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and forced himself forward: "Lin Yuan! Don't be so arrogant—I'll fight you!"

Although afraid, Yu Feng could only step forward.

Yu Feng, after all the provincial Sanda champion, threw fast, vicious punches straight at Lin Yuan's face; the wind from his blows made the surrounding students instinctively shut their eyes.

Lin Yuan, however, didn't move; he waited until the fist was about to reach his eyes, then suddenly sidestepped and his right fingertip precisely struck Yu Feng's chest at the Shanzhong Point.

"Bang!" Yu Feng's punch grazed Lin Yuan's shoulder and missed, yet his body instantly stiffened!

Yu Feng felt as if all his strength had been sucked away, falling rigidly to the ground, unable even to lift a hand to struggle.

He lay on the ground, eyes wide, chest numb and swollen, wanting to curse but lacking the strength to speak, only able to stare helplessly at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan glanced at him, sighed, and said: "Yu Feng, remember my advice—don't get mixed up in grey‑market work again. Your road is still wide; don't ruin your prospects."

Having said that, Lin Yuan turned and left.

Yu Feng saw Lin Yuan about to leave, summoned all his strength to force out a voice laced with resentment and threat: "Lin Yuan! You'd better wait! My older brother is the Priest of the Divine Phoenix Group—I won't let you off!"

The surrounding students instinctively turned to look at Lin Yuan, wanting to see his reaction.

Lin Yuan, however, seemed not to have heard; he didn't turn his head, merely paused his steps slightly, and thought to himself——

"Priest? I am the Priest myself—how could I have never known there was a lackey like Yu Feng?"

Lin Yuan had just turned the hallway corner when You Nianchu came jogging up, her hair still trembling from the run, her eyes full of amusement:

"Lin Laoshi, wait a sec. When did you take on Yu Feng's worthless lackey? And the Divine Phoenix Group's War God—he probably hasn't even gotten a whiff of your true identity, right?"

Lin Yuan lifted his hand to shake off hers, moved half a step aside, deliberately putting distance between them, his tone icy: "I don't have that kind of lackey."

You Nianchu, however, wouldn't let up; she moved closer again, lowering her voice with a teasing edge: "He keeps shouting 'My boss is the Priest,' and I'm about to laugh—if he found out that the big boss he's been bragging about every day is actually the teacher he cornered in the hallway to fight, wouldn't he be scared to tears?"

Lin Yuan didn't respond, quickening his pace toward the outside of the teaching building.

Sunlight fell on You Nianchu, stretching her shadow long, yet it always lingered half a step behind him, like a sticky piece of candy that won't shake off.

Lin Yuan recalled the days he'd dealt with Zhao Yuyan——

That girl was always like that, several times dragging Lin Yuan into trouble.

And You Nianchu before him was practically a carbon copy of Zhao Yuyan, even her troublemaking skills were exactly the same.

"Lin Laoshi, why aren't you speaking?" You Nianchu spoke again, her tone tinged with grievance, "I just helped you, you know."

Lin Yuan finally stopped, turned to look at her, his eyes lacking warmth: "You Nianchu, I don't need this kind of 'help'."

He paused, his voice colder: "From now on, don't do things that easily cause misunderstanding—I'm a teacher, you're a student, keeping distance is good for both of us."

You Nianchu's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal, though her eyes held a hint of dissatisfaction: "It was clearly Yu Feng who started trouble—what does that have to do with me?"

Lin Yuan didn't argue further, turned and kept walking. All he wanted now was to get away from here, to put distance between himself and You Nianchu—

This woman is too good at stirring trouble; getting close to her only brings more unnecessary problems for oneself.

Just like Zhao Yuyan back then, she always made him waste extra thought for no reason.

……

At noon, Lin Yuan got hungry and went to the cafeteria alone to eat.

However, to avoid You Nianchu, he deliberately left school, went to the snack street outside the school, found the familiar Zhang Ji Wonton Shop, and came to have lunch.

Lin Yuan found a seat by the corner, just took out his phone, and first sent a message to Qin Bore: "Do you have class today? Are you busy?"

His fingertip hovered over the screen; after waiting two minutes, he received a reply: "I'm not at school today, I have some things to handle—what's up?"

Lin Yuan stared at the four characters "not at school," lightly brushed the screen with his fingertip, and felt an inexplicable disappointment well up inside.

He replied, "Nothing, just asking," then slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"Boss, one bowl of fresh meat wontons, extra spicy," he called out to the counter.

The boss smiled and complied, soon bringing a bowl of steaming fresh meat wontons, the broth topped with red chili and green scallions, the aroma drifting straight to his nose.

Lin Yuan picked up his spoon, had just scooped a wonton, when a familiar voice came from behind, tinged with excitement: "Lin Laoshi, is that really you?"

His motion froze instantly, and he slowly turned his head—

You Nianchu blinked her lovely eyes, holding a small canvas bag, smiling brightly as she stood by the table, her gaze full of "I knew you'd be here" triumph.

Lin Yuan set down his spoon, brows furrowed, his voice full of disbelief: "I even hid off-campus—how did you still find me?"

You Nianchu didn't answer, walked straight to sit opposite him, and called to the boss: "Boss, also give me a bowl of fresh meat wontons, no spice, extra vinegar."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Lin Yuan, smiling: "Even if you hid at the ends of the earth, I could still find you, so stop trying to avoid me."

Lin Yuan rubbed his forehead, rose, and moved to a nearby empty table: "I'll change seats."

"You dare leave!" You Nianchu grabbed his sleeve, her tone instantly turning stern:

"If you walk away, I'll reveal your 'Academic God' identity."

Lin Yuan looked back at her, eyes calm: "Go ahead and leak it if you want—it's not exactly something shameful, spill it however you like, let the world explode."

He paused, pulled his sleeve back, his voice tinged with self-mockery: "At worst I'll be swarmed by students asking questions—still better than being followed by you."

Having said that, he grabbed his bag, walked straight to another empty table and sat down, deliberately turning his back to You Nianchu.

You Nianchu froze in place, her hand still retaining the sensation of having grabbed his sleeve, her eyes full of astonishment.

Before, when she used this to threaten him, Lin Yuan would at least feel a bit wary—why is he completely unfazed this time?

The boss brought her wontons, saw her dazed, and asked with a smile: "Miss, what's wrong? Not to your taste?"

You Nianchu came to her senses and shook her head.

She watched Lin Yuan's back as he faced away from her, muttering to herself:

"How did this Lin Yuan suddenly get so smart? Even threats don't work on him anymore."

She scooped up a wonton, put it in her mouth, but felt the wonton had somehow lost its flavor.

Lin Yuan sat at another table, yet he could hear You Nianchu lightly stirring her spoon behind him; he sighed helplessly, his mind holding only one thought:

"Oh well, let her be—after all, she can't really do anything to me—worst case, I'll just switch to another shop for wontons."

You Nianchu saw Lin Yuan's back turned to her, utterly still, bit her lower lip, suddenly stood up, and walked around to his table.

You Nianchu sat down, hands braced on the table, her voice low but carrying an unyielding edge: "If you keep avoiding me, I'll post right now—saying you, Lin Yuan, used your teacher status to trick my feelings, slept with me then denied it, letting the whole school see what kind of person you are!"

Lin Yuan's grip on his spoon tightened suddenly, splashing a few drops of wonton broth onto the tablecloth.

He lifted his head to look at You Nianchu.

"You..." Lin Yuan opened his mouth, a feeling of helplessness crawling up his spine.

At most, exposing the Academic God identity would cause trouble.

But once such a scandal got out, with the teacher-student relationship plus the "starting then abandoning" label, he wouldn't be able to stand in the school at all, possibly even losing his teaching job.

He stared at You Nianchu for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh, set his spoon down in the bowl, his voice full of resignation: "Fine, I won't hide—just stop making a fuss."

You Nianchu instantly broke into a victorious smile, raised her eyebrows triumphantly, carried her wonton bowl to sit opposite him, and even nudged her chair closer to his side.

Lin Yuan had no appetite for the wontons, watching the scallions float in his bowl, he frowned and asked: "What exactly do you want? Why must you cling to me like this—is it fun?"

"Of course it is." You Nianchu scooped a wonton, put it in her mouth, chewed twice, then spoke slowly:

"My demand is simple—you join my father's company, act as my inside man, and help launder those shady businesses of the company."

Lin Yuan's eyes turned cold instantly, he refused without a second thought: "Impossible. I've heard your father's business involves a lot of gray-market dealings—I won't touch that."

"I knew you'd say that." You Nianchu put down her spoon, her eyes darkening: "Then I'll just keep hounding you—after all, you're the first guy who ever touched my chest, so you have to take responsibility to the end."

Lin Yuan froze stiffly, his chopsticks nearly slipping from his grasp.

He recalled the acupoint demonstration from earlier class, instinctively wanting to explain: "That was just to demonstrate the acupoints, for teaching..."

"I don't care!" You Nianchu cut him off, her cheeks suddenly flushing, yet she kept her chin held high:

"From childhood to now, I've lived eighteen years, and you're the first man to ever touch my chest—whether it was teaching or anything else, you have to take responsibility! Trying to evade or shirk? No way."

Lin Yuan looked at her, both shy and stubborn, feeling both angry and helpless, could only lean back in his chair, close his eyes, and rub his temples—

If only he'd known to use a male student for the acupoint demo back then—now even jumping into the Yellow River couldn't wash it clean.

The two ate the remaining wontons in silence.

Lin Yuan stood up first, grabbed his canvas bag, and was about to leave.

But You Nianchu called out to him: "Hey, where are you going? You haven't paid yet!"

Lin Yuan turned to look at her, his tone righteous: "You pay."

"Why should I pay?" You Nianchu glared, "You ordered the wontons first—I was just eating with you!"

"You're a rich second‑gen, a wealthy miss, and you're not short on money." Lin Yuan spread his hands, his tone teasing: "I'm just an ordinary teacher with a modest salary—do you really expect me to pay?"

You Nianchu was left speechless, seeing Lin Yuan's "I won't leave unless you pay" expression, she stamped her foot in anger, then finally pulled out her phone and shouted at the boss:

"Boss, check out! How much for two bowls of wonton?"

The boss smiled and gave the price; You Nianchu paid.

Afterwards she gave Lin Yuan a fierce glare: "You're ruthless! Don't think I'll treat you to a meal again!"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, turned and walked out of the shop: "Who asked you to treat me?"

Sunlight streamed through the door curtain onto him; the irritation from the earlier threat seemed to have been diluted a little by that brief exchange.

Just thinking about having to put up with You Nianchu's pestering later made him frown again.

……

In the afternoon, as Lin Yuan just stepped onto the classroom threshold, the scene inside made him stop dead in his tracks.

At that moment even the hallway outside the classroom was packed with people, mostly female students in various department uniforms, clutching notebooks or phones, their eyes all fixed on the doorway.

"Here he comes! It's Teacher Lin!"

Someone shouted, and the classroom fell silent at once, then a low murmur rose; the female students' gazes, warm and intent, clung to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan frowned as he walked to the podium, set down his lesson plan, cleared his throat, and said: "Why are there so many people in the classroom today? They're not even from our major…"

Before he could finish, a girl in a pink hoodie in the first row raised her hand and stood up, her voice clear:

"Teacher Lin! We're from the Literature College next door. We heard you took down a dozen or so Sanda students in just a few seconds this morning—amazing! We'd love to see your skills. Could you give us a demonstration?"

As soon as she said that, the surrounding female students chimed in: "Yeah, Teacher Lin! We all want to see your kung fu!"

"Your pressure‑point technique was amazing before—do it again!"

"Teacher Lin, you're so handsome, skilled in both Chinese medicine and fighting—you're practically a novel's male lead!"

Lin Yuan spoke seriously: "Students, I teach Chinese medicine; its core is saving lives, not fighting. Pressure‑point techniques are for emergency treatment, not for show."

"But Teacher Lin, being able to save lives and fight makes you even more impressive!" The girl in the pink hoodie refused to give up, asking again: "Do you have a girlfriend? So many of us really admire you!"

That remark opened the floodgates, and the female students bombarded him with questions: "How old are you, Teacher Lin?"

"Can we add you on WeChat? We might have Chinese‑medicine questions later and want to ask you!"

"Could you tell us your private phone number? We promise not to bother you!"

Lin Yuan was flustered by the situation, his cheeks unusually flushed, his mouth opening and closing as he didn't know how to respond—

Usually he could sternly discipline mischievous boys, but faced with a crowd of admiring girls he simply couldn't bring himself to be harsh.

Lin Yuan could only say weakly: "Everyone, settle down; let's start class—personal questions are off‑limits…"

But the female students kept asking…

"Stop asking!"

Suddenly a clear voice rang out from the crowd.

You Nianchu pushed her way from the back row to the front, hands on hips, standing beside the podium, her eyes scanning the female students present with a slightly fierce look.

"You're all students—you should be attending your own classes instead of crowding around Teacher Lin asking this and that. What does that even look like?"

The girl in the pink hoodie protested: "We just admire Teacher Lin—what's wrong with asking a few questions?"

"What's wrong?" You Nianchu stepped forward, her voice harder: "Teacher Lin is my brother—my newly recognized brother! If he ever wants to date, he needs my approval. What makes you think you get to ask him about that?"

You Nianchu continued to scold: "Besides, the school forbids teacher‑student romances. You're all college students—don't you even know this rule? Constantly thinking about getting the teacher's WeChat or phone number—doesn't that embarrass you?"

Suddenly a girl with a ponytail pushed forward, her tone unconvinced:

"You Nianchu, what gives you the right to boss us around? You're also rumored to be involved with Teacher Lin—those sweaty‑selfie photos from this morning are all over campus!"

After she said that, the surrounding female students chimed in, some nodding:

"Exactly—you get to be close to Teacher Lin, so what's the harm in us asking for his WeChat?"

"Don't think being the campus belle makes you special—we're all students; why do you deserve privileges?"

You Nianchu stood at the edge of the podium, her gaze sweeping the crowd, a smirk of disdain curling her lips: "So what if there's gossip? I scored 749 on the college entrance exam—can you match that?"

That remark was like a bucket of cold water, instantly silencing the female students' chatter. The classroom fell quiet for two seconds, and someone involuntarily opened their mouth wide—

A score of 749 is nearly perfect; among this year's freshmen at Zhijiang University, there's no second person with that mark.

You Nianchu took another step forward, her voice even more arrogant: "Even the principal has to be polite to me. Do you know why I can freely ask Teacher Lin for help? Because the teachers all know I'm here to learn real knowledge, so they've granted me special privileges. What about you?"

Her gaze swept over the girl holding a phone, her tone tinged with mockery: "Just holding a phone and you want to add WeChat, ask private matters—your mind isn't on studying at all, and you still have the nerve to talk about a teacher-student romance? First think about whether you're worthy to discuss 'seeking advice' with the teacher, then bother with all this nonsense."

The ponytail girl clenched her grip on the phone, her face flushing crimson; she wanted to retort but couldn't find the words—

With a score of 749 points laid out here, the principal and teachers' attitudes are downright solid—they simply aren't qualified to compare with You Nianchu.

Another girl muttered softly: "But teacher-student romance is not allowed in the first place……"

"I and Lin Laoshi are 'siblings'; asking about study problems, how does that count as a teacher-student romance?" You Nianchu immediately interrupted her: "Actually, you lot, with all your thoughts fixated on the teacher, are the ones truly breaking the rules, right?"

The girls looked at each other, and nobody dared to speak anymore.

Just now, the people crowded around the podium quietly stepped back; some lowered their heads to tidy the textbooks on the desk, some pretended to flip through notes, and gradually they dispersed back to their own seats.

Lin Yuan watched this scene, secretly let out a breath of relief, yet also felt a bit helpless—

You Nianchu's talent for retorting really shows no mercy. He cleared his throat:

"Alright, everyone settle down, let's begin class……"

……

As the dismissal bell rang, Lin Yuan didn't wait for the students to stand, hastily stuffed the lesson plan into his canvas bag, grabbed the bag and rushed out of the classroom.

He had figured You Nianchu would catch up, so he had to slip away first while she hadn't reacted yet.

You Nianchu was just about to catch up when she saw Lin Yuan running off in a panic.

You Nianchu paced back and forth in her white shoes, secretly fuming.

Lin Yuan returned to the office, glanced at the time, and saw it was already 4 p. m.

He finished packing up his things and was preparing to leave work and go home.

Lin Yuan didn't dare linger, walking briskly all the way to the school gate, thinking he needed to hurry home to avoid being held up again.

The setting sun stretched the shadow of the camphor tree at the school gate very long; just as Lin Yuan stepped out of the gate, he saw You Nianchu standing there.

Her dress swayed lightly in the breeze, her black long hair fluttering in the wind, making her look absolutely gorgeous and captivating.

This woman is really beautiful beyond words, cute beyond words.

But Lin Yuan felt a wave of headache the moment he saw her.

Damn, this girl, actually waiting at the school gate?

I can't shake her off at all!

Seeing Lin Yuan come out, You Nianchu lightly pursed her red lips, straightened up immediately, and walked briskly to meet him: 'Lin Laoshi, you're off work, right? Come on, let me treat you to dinner.'

Lin Yuan's steps halted, his brows knitting instantly: 'I have something tonight, I'm not free.'

'What could be more important than having dinner with me?' You Nianchu reached out to grab his arm, 'Are you trying to avoid me again?!'

The two were tugging at each other when suddenly a piercing engine roar came from the street corner—

Down the street, a black BMW sports car's engine roared as it sped straight toward You Nianchu!