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Long Yan's second act of "showing off" not only solidified his status as the "hidden BOSS" of Class F, but also inadvertently attracted a thorny and passionate "peach blossom" to him.

Chapter 237 Teacher He Min's Office Tutoring

Long Yan's "miracle" in Class F quickly spread throughout the entire disciplinary office. When Teacher He Min learned from the other teachers' embellished descriptions that Long Yan had actually subdued the class bully Da Fei with "pressure point striking" and "awkward dancing," her shock and curiosity reached their peak.

She increasingly felt that this boy named Long Yan was shrouded in a thick fog. He wasn't like an ordinary student; he seemed more like a contradictory being from another world. Sometimes he was as calm as still water, and other times he did things that shocked the world.

No, I must have a serious talk with him. He Min made up her mind. This stemmed not only from a sense of responsibility as a homeroom teacher, but also from a deep-seated desire to uncover the truth.

So, during the last self-study period that afternoon, she walked into Class F. Amidst the ambiguous, gossipy gazes of the entire class, she went straight to Long Yan's desk.

“Long Yan,” she tried to make her voice sound calm and gentle, “come to my office for a moment. I have some things to discuss with you privately about your studies and life.”

Long Yan raised his head, looked at the female teacher in front of him with sincere eyes and gentle temperament, remained silent for two seconds, and then nodded gently.

Stephen Chow was elbowing him wildly from the side, his eyebrows almost flying off his face, and mouthing silently, "The opportunity has come! Seize it, brother!"

Long Yan completely ignored him.

In the teachers' office, the last rays of the setting sun shone through the blinds, casting warm dappled patterns of light, and the air was filled with the faint, pleasant scent of books and chalk. This tranquility seemed like a world apart from the noisy and chaotic campus outside.

He Min personally poured Long Yan a glass of warm water and placed it in front of him before sitting down behind her desk. She crossed her arms and looked at the upright young man before her, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Long Yan, don't be nervous..." He Min broke the silence first, revealing her signature gentle smile that could melt ice and snow. "I just want to check on you. You just transferred to this school, are you adjusting well? Are you having any difficulties in your daily life?"

Long Yan picked up the water cup but didn't drink it. He simply felt the warmth of his palm and calmly replied, "The body is a Bodhi tree, the mind a clear mirror. Where can dust settle? For this humble monk, every place is a place for practice, regardless of whether one adapts or not."

He Min: "..."

She felt like she'd hit a brick wall with her question. This answer was far too profound!

She rubbed her temples and decided to ask a more direct question: "Teacher, I heard that you grew up in a temple?"

“Yes.” Long Yan nodded. “I was adopted by my master when I was young and cultivated in Wulong Academy.”

“Oolong Temple…” He Min murmured the name, feeling it sounded familiar, but couldn’t quite place where she had heard it before. She continued, “Then… what about your family? I mean, your parents…”

After asking the question, she immediately regretted it, afraid of touching on the other person's painful memories.

Long Yan's gaze remained unchanged. He put down his water glass and said calmly, "The Diamond Sutra says: 'All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows.' Parents and children are also a karmic connection that arises and ceases. When the conditions come, they gather; when the conditions end, they disperse. There is nothing to force, nor is there any need to be attached."

He Min was completely dumbfounded. She felt like she wasn't talking to a high school student, but rather discussing the ultimate philosophy of life with a highly enlightened monk. This conversation was simply impossible to continue.

However, looking at Long Yan's handsome yet unambitious face, and his deep eyes that seemed to see through everything, He Min felt a pang of pity for him. She felt that it was precisely because he had experienced unimaginable loneliness and suffering that he had become so "different." He wasn't pretending to be profound; he was genuinely understanding the world in his own way.

At that moment, her feelings for him subtly shifted from curiosity to an impulse mixed with maternal warmth—a desire to warm and protect him.

“Long Yan,” she unconsciously switched to a more affectionate form of address, “I know you have great potential, but you are still a student. Integrating into the group and experiencing life is also a form of self-cultivation, isn’t it? If you have any worries or problems that you can’t solve, you can come to me anytime. I will always be here.”

Her voice was soft, and her eyes were sincere, like a warm spring breeze that gently brushed against Long Yan's calm heart, causing the first extremely subtle ripple.

Just as the atmosphere in the office was getting just right and an ambiguous feeling was growing, two heads were furtively pressed against the crack in the door outside the office.

"Hey, Cindy, what do you think they're doing in there?" Stephen Chow asked in a low voice, looking very gossipy.

"What else could it be? It must be Teacher He Min using her position for personal gain, trying to seduce that handsome monk." Cindy pouted, her tone tinged with sourness. "What a hypocritical woman, always pretending to be so aloof."

“I think so too.” Zhou Xingxing nodded in deep agreement. “This (Zhao Hao) Long Yan is always acting strangely. I don’t know what Teacher He Min sees in him. When it comes to humor, I, Zhou Xingxing, am miles ahead of him!”

Cindy rolled her eyes at him: "That's not humor, that's being sarcastic. But... Long Yan's cool and powerful mystery is indeed quite charming." As she spoke, her eyes began to sparkle again.

Zhou Xingxing felt a surge of annoyance seeing her infatuated expression. He felt that his limelight had been completely stolen by that clueless, wooden monk.

Inside the office, Ms. He Min's gentle care continued.

Outside the office, a "wiretapping scandal" sparked by jealousy and curiosity is also quietly unfolding.

The prelude to a complex love triangle revolving around the mysterious transfer student Long Yan has slowly begun.

Chapter 238 School beauty Annie, delinquent Cindy, and teacher He Min compete on the same stage!

St. Yuk Keung Middle School, a school that has always been labeled as "chaotic" and "degenerate," has today witnessed the most shocking and magical day in its history.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, right when classes were in session. A deep, powerful engine roar came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the campus. The eyes of all the teachers and students were involuntarily drawn to the window.

A bright red Ferrari LaFerrari, shaped like a futuristic fighter jet, roared to a stop in front of the rusty iron gate of St. Yu-Chiang Middle School, its appearance completely out of place with the dilapidated surroundings.

To the students of Sheng Yuqiang, this top-of-the-line supercar worth tens of millions was nothing short of an alien spaceship that had landed in a slum. Everyone was stunned, and a buzz of discussion followed.

Amidst countless shocked, envious, and jealous gazes, the gull-wing doors of the sports car rose gracefully and slowly. A long, slender leg, encased in a white silk dress, stepped out first.

Immediately afterwards, Annie, the school beauty, appeared before everyone with her flawless, lightly made-up face. Today, she was meticulously dressed, her haute couture gown making her look like a princess descended to earth. In her hand, she carried a pure silver, obviously expensive, double-layered Japanese-style bento box.

Ignoring all the stares around her, she walked straight to the school gate and, speaking to the dozing security guard, said in an unquestionable tone of a young lady, "Hello, I'm looking for Long Yan from Class F of your senior year."

The security guard was intimidated by her aura and stammered, "Miss...it's class time now, we can't...we can't visit."

Anne frowned, took a thick wad of Hong Kong dollars from her handbag, stuffed it into the security guard's hand, and asked casually, "Is it okay now?"

The security guard, his eyes widening at the sight of at least 20,000 yuan in cash in his hand, hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "Sure, sure! Of course! I'll make an announcement for you right away!"

Soon, a shrill static crackled from the school's loudspeaker, followed by a security guard's trembling voice: "Ahem! Attention, Long Yan from Class F of Senior Three! Attention, Long Yan from Class F of Senior Three! Come to the school gate immediately! A beautiful young lady named Annie is looking for you! I repeat..."

This broadcast was like a depth charge, causing a magnitude 12 "earthquake" throughout the entire St. Yuk Keung High School!

In Class F, everyone stared at Long Yan as if he were an alien. Even the usually carefree Zhou Xingxing was so shocked that his mouth was agape, big enough to fit an egg.

"Holy crap! Monk! You're amazing! When did you hook up with such a top-tier rich and beautiful woman?!"

Long Yan's brows furrowed deeply for the first time. He hadn't expected Annie to find him here in this way.

Meanwhile, Ms. He Min, who was teaching another class, and Cindy, who was having a physical education class on the playground, also heard the broadcast.

Ms. He Min's hand holding the chalk trembled slightly, and the chalk broke with a snap. A strange, unfamiliar bitterness and loss welled up inside her. So... he already had such a beautiful and wealthy girlfriend? No wonder he was so cold to everyone.

On the playground, Cindy angrily threw the shot put she was holding. Hands on her hips, she glared at the ostentatious red sports car parked at the school gate and gritted her teeth, saying, "Fine! What kind of vixen dares to steal my man! I'll see who she is!"

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Long Yan stood up and walked out of the classroom expressionlessly.

At the school gate, Annie saw Long Yan and her face immediately lit up with a bright smile. She quickly went to greet him, affectionately took his arm, handed him the lunchbox, and said in a coquettish tone, "Long Yan, I asked around for so long before I found out you transferred here. Why didn't you tell me? I was afraid you wouldn't like the food here, so I made lunch for you myself. Please try it."

“Benefactor Annie, please have some self-respect.” Long Yan withdrew his arm without making a sound, his tone carrying a hint of aloofness. “This humble monk has said before that there is no possibility between us.”

"I don't care!" Annie's stubbornness flared up. "If you don't accept me, I'll come every day! I'll come in a sports car, I'll come in a helicopter! Until you accept me!"

Their conversation was overheard by Cindy, who had come to join in the fun, and by Teacher He Min, who had followed along out of concern.

Cindy crossed her arms, gave a cold laugh, and walked straight over to Annie, saying rudely, "Hey, you rich girl driving a sports car, this is a school, not your family's party. You don't understand the principle of forcing things."

Annie then noticed Cindy. She looked the girl up and down, who was dressed in sportswear and had a rebellious look on her face, and her eyes revealed a hint of contempt: "And who are you? Do you have the right to interrupt when I'm talking to Long Yan?"

"Who am I?" Cindy raised her chin. "I'm his classmate, and also his... suitor! So, if you want to pursue him, ask me first if I agree!"

Two girls with vastly different styles, yet equally powerful auras, faced off at the school gate, sparks seemingly flying through the air.

Meanwhile, Teacher He Min, watching this tense scene unfold and seeing Long Yan caught in the middle, looking utterly helpless, felt a mix of emotions. She wanted to step forward as a teacher to mediate, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't move an inch. She realized that she had no right to intervene in this "war."

This grand "set visit" planned by Annie ultimately turned into a heated "meeting of rivals."

Long Yan's school life was destined to be anything but peaceful. A "battleground" surrounding him, comprised of the school beauty, the delinquent girl, and the female teacher, officially began at the gates of Sheng Yuqiang Middle School.

Chapter 239 Uncle Da's Clues

While Long Yan was caught in an emotional turmoil, Uncle Da, an "ace undercover agent," was hiding in the cluttered school janitor's lounge, carrying out his tense and exciting double agent work.

He held a Nokia phone specifically for contacting Wulongyuan in his left hand and a police-issued smartphone in his right, his expression seamlessly switching between fawning respect and professional seriousness.

"Ring ring—" Nokia rang first.

Uncle Da jolted awake, quickly stuffed his smartphone into his pocket, cleared his throat, and answered the call.

"Hey! Master! Your disciple was just about to report the latest developments to you!"

The calm voice of Master Long Eyebrows came from the other end of the phone: "Speak."

"Yes!" Uncle Da lowered his voice and reported in an extremely professional tone, "After these past few days of tireless investigation, I have finally discovered an important clue! I sensed that the 'qi' of this school is very chaotic! Especially the storage room on the third floor, it is filled with eerie and resentful energy! According to my deduction, that is very likely the hideout of the sacred artifact! I suspect that the one who stole the sacred artifact is a sorcerer who knows some evil magic!"

This was all a complete fabrication. The so-called "storage room" was simply where he had slept the night before, because the window was broken and it felt a bit eerie. But he made it all sound incredibly mysterious.

Master Longbrow was clearly pleased with this explanation, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Hmm...that makes sense. The martial world is vast and full of wonders; it's not surprising that some evil spirits and heretics might be hiding there. You've done a good job. Continue to keep a close eye on that storage room, but remember not to alert them. I will have Long Yan cooperate with you."

"Yes! Master, just you wait and see!" Uncle Da hung up the phone, let out a long sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He had just put down his Nokia when his smartphone vibrated in his pocket. The caller ID read "Huang Sir".

Uncle Da's expression changed instantly, from a respectful disciple to an experienced veteran policeman.

"Hey, Inspector Wong."

"Uncle Da! How's the situation on your end? Any clues about the missing gun?" Inspector Huang's voice was filled with anxiety.

"Reporting, Sir, everything is under control!" Uncle Da's voice became calm and confident. "I have successfully infiltrated the enemy and have basically pinpointed the suspect's activity area! According to my professional analysis, the missing gun is most likely hidden in the student lockers at the school! Moreover, I have discovered a crucial clue!"

As he spoke, he picked up a crumpled instant noodle bowl with the word "Uni-President" printed on it from the trash can.

"I found this under the seat of the school bully, Dafei! 'Unify'! This is definitely a triad code, representing their intention to 'unify' the Kowloon underworld! And on the bottom of this bowl, there's a number—244! I'm sure this is the locker number where the gun was hidden! Locker number 244!"

On the other end of the phone, Inspector Wong was skeptical: "Really? Uncle Tat, you're not kidding me, are you?"

"Sir! I've served you for so many years, when have I ever let you down?" Uncle Da thumped his chest loudly. "Don't worry, I've already had Zhou Xingxing keep an eye on that locker! I guarantee we'll catch him red-handed!"

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Da hummed a smug tune. He felt like a genius, having dealt with the two "bosses" so effortlessly and even fabricated a plausible story.

That evening, Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing met in a secluded corner of the school.

“Hey, monk,” Stephen Chow said with a serious expression, “I have a new lead. According to the information provided by my top informant (he pointed to Uncle Da, who was peeping at the female teachers’ dormitory not far away), the missing gun is likely hidden in locker number 244.”

Upon hearing this, Long Yan frowned slightly. He also spoke up, "Uncle Da also gave me a clue. He said that the sacred object might be hidden in the storage room on the third floor."

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling that the other's clues were unreliable.

"Storage room? I've been to that place, there's nothing there but rats and dust," Zhou Xingxing complained.

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"Storage locker number 244?" Long Yan shook his head. "I observe that this number is inconsistent with the aura of the sacred object; it is likely just empty talk."

Despite their mutual suspicions, and with no better leads at the moment, they decided to split up. Zhou Xingxing went to pry open the locker number 244, while Long Yan went to investigate the third-floor storage room.

As a result, after Zhou Xingxing went through a lot of trouble to open the locker, he only found a moldy cursed doll with the words "Go to hell" written on it.

When Long Yan entered the storage room and pushed open the door, a familiar smell, a mixture of sweat and cheap tobacco, wafted out. He immediately noticed a stack of old newspapers that Uncle Da used as a pillow in the corner, along with several leftover instant noodle bowls.