Chapter 254: Volume 1 Chapter 254: Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (16)

Her body felt no other discomfort; at least she was sure He Yin hadn't touched her.

But just a single kiss raised the Favorability to over 90 points, which is a bit exaggerated.

"Besides my kiss—"

She hadn't even spoken when a memory suddenly appeared before her eyes.

…

He Yin, who had carried her to a park bench, used her phone to call her roommate Wang Qian, briefly explaining what had happened tonight; Wang Qian, hearing it on the other end, flew into a rage and said she would come right over before hanging up.

He Yin took off his jacket and draped it over the sleeping girl; before he could pull his hand back, Jiang Zhi on the bench suddenly opened her eyes, seizing the moment she wrapped her arms around his waist and, tilting her head up, kissed him.

Having taken the initiative, she kissed him for a while, then rose and pressed him down on the park bench, straddling him as she was about to misbehave.

"Jiang Zhi… Zhizhi!" He Yin's face flushed red; though twenty years old, he sat dazed on the chair like a simpleton, letting her bully him, at a loss, his face burning hot.

Jiang Zhi's lipstick, smeared from the fierce kiss, was wiped clean; she leaned close to his ear and softly said, "I told you to call me Zhizhi."

She said, giving a hum, then pinched his cheek rudely and snapped, "You're being naughty—you'll be punished."

She leaned in, her tongue teasing open his lips, slipping inside to playfully entwine with his; that fresh scent made her want to take more.

He Yin saw her slender fingers moving toward his hem, and with great restraint he reversed his hand, using the ribbon from the medal he'd just won to bind her wrist.

The black-haired girl couldn't move; she struggled a few times in vain, unable to break free, then lifted her pitiful eyes to him and whispered, "A Yin~ let go, it hurts."

He Yin avoided looking at her eyes, wiped the moisture from the corner of his mouth, steadied his ragged breathing; even the cool evening breeze could not dispel the flush on his face.

From now on, she must not be allowed to drink again.

…

The memory ended there; Jiang Zhi stared for a long time, trembling fingers covering her eyes, she remorsefully said, "I seem to be a bit lewd."

Like a wolf and a tiger……

777: "It's fine… it's okay."

It's not just a bit; the Host, when drunk, is downright obscene in her lust for men, unable to extricate herself.

She almost caught the pure‑hearted villain in her clutches.

A knock sounded; the old woman entered holding a bowl of hot soup, her face grim, and silently set the soup on the bedside table.

"Tap."

The sound of the soup base hitting the table was a bit loud.

Jiang Zhi coughed guiltily, not daring to look at the grandmother beside her: "Sorry, Grandma."

The old woman's face was not good: "You've even learned to drink now?"

Jiang Zhi hurried to explain.

"Last night was the dinner after the drama club ended; everyone went, I only had one glass, really just one, I never expected to get drunk after drinking it."

She didn't mention the lecherous investor she met at the dinner, nor the male teacher who treated the female students as drinking companions.

If she had said those things, the grandmother would probably have stormed to the school in anger to withdraw her.

She still had to fulfill the original host's wish of becoming a film queen; she couldn't just drop out like that.

The old woman lectured her at length, then rose and said, "This month I have a performance abroad; take good care of yourself, don't repeat last night's incident of being carried home by classmates—or else you won't be studying Jiang Xi anymore."

Jiang Zhi quickly agreed, got out of bed, and saw the grandmother out.

Today is Saturday, a day off.

With no grandmother at home, she didn't slack off; she finished all her homework and kept up with every specialty.

In the afternoon she received a call from Wang Qian.

"Jiang Jiang, I've already reported that teacher named Fei Jing to the school; doing such things behind the school's back, he's hardly human."

Jiang Zhi typed away while saying, "Reporting is useless."

If it were useful, the female students he had previously taken to those dinners would have reported him long ago; yet up to now he remains unharmed, his position only rising, showing that the forces behind him are not ordinary.

Wang Qian was furious: "How could this happen!? Is there any law left? That scum actually gets to be a teacher—I'm livid."

Jiang Zhi comforted her: "Don't be angry; I have a feeling his time is up."

Wang Qian lit up: "Really?"

Jiang Zhi tapped the last key and smiled: "Really."

At that moment an anonymous post burst onto the scene, its title explosively sensational.

#The several filthy deeds done by the drama performance director teacher Fei Jing#

There was no text, only an audio clip.

In the audio, he specifically sends Jiang Xi female students to big‑business bosses, using money and the lure and threats of an acting career to make the girls become the bosses' kept mistresses; usually he moves fast—first he gives the girls spiked liquor, then sends them to the bosses' rooms.

This audio clip spread quickly through the school, its impact worse than the previous bullying incident, implicating many corporate bosses.

Because of this Fei Jing, the institute has come to describe Jiang Xi as an abyss.

As the center of public opinion, Fei Jing was beaten on his way home last night, left bruised all over, both legs broken, one arm shattered; he may spend the rest of his life bedridden.

Police found nothing at the scene, and nearby cameras captured no trace of the perpetrator.

The victim himself couldn't make out the attacker's appearance, and the assailant made no sound while striking him, so the case has become a cold case.

He hadn't been lying in the hospital long before the police returned to his bedside to notify him of suspicion of illegal activity.

Jiangcheng Drama Academy posted a statement on Weibo and its official website as quickly as possible.

In short, upon hearing the news they immediately dismissed Fei Jing from his post, and will then give an explanation to the victims.

In the dormitory.

Wang Qian was wearing a face mask, looking at this news, she was so happy she almost jumped up.

"Great, truly evil meets its retribution!"

Tang Ya chimed in, her glance catching the gold medal on Jiang Zhi's desk; unable to resist, she walked over, examined the medal closely, and asked the girl doing stretches on the balcony, "Jiang Jiang, is this medal yours?"

Jiang Zhi's voice came from the balcony: "Yeah."

Wang Qian walked over to Tang Ya, picked up the gold medal, saw the two characters for track and field on it, and exclaimed in surprise, "This couldn't be He Yin's gold medal, could it?"

Tang Ya widened her eyes, disbelieving.

This is solid proof.

Jiang Jiang is really dating that Sports School heartthrob, He Yin.

After finishing her stretches, Jiang Zhi walked to the dormitory, poured a cup of water, and drank it.

Wang Qian asked, "Jiang Jiang, did he give this to you?"

That's a gold medal! To just give it away like that.

Jiang Zhi shook her head: "No, I still have to return it to him tomorrow."

Wang Qian set down the medal, walked over, and said, "Tomorrow is your birthday—aren't you going to celebrate with us?"

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "Of course a birthday should be spent with the person you like."

Tang Ya and Wang Qian spoke in unison: "Lust over loyalty."

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