Chapter 48: Tang Yuechan Loses Both Her Dignity and Troops

At first, Tang Yuechan struggled desperately, gritting her teeth and resisting.

But soon, she couldn't hold on any longer. Her teeth released their grip, and she was captured.

She felt her body go limp, as if she had been electrified, her eyes glazed over, allowing Ningchuan to do as he pleased...

She even let out a soft moan through her nostrils.

After a while, Ningchuan stood up and released Tang Yuechan.

"Mmm..."

Tang Yuechan was still immersed in the strange sensation from just moments ago. It took her half a minute before she suddenly shivered and reacted.

"You! You, you, you!"

Tang Yuechan pointed at Ningchuan in extreme frustration, almost on the verge of tears.

How could this bodyguard dare to do such a thing?

How could he take away her long-cherished first kiss!!!

"Didn't you ask me for a morning kiss yourself?"

Ningchuan smirked.

"I..."

Tang Yuechan suddenly felt like crying without tears.

She had only wanted to tease Ningchuan, but she never expected him to be so bold and actually follow through!

"What's wrong, Yuechan?"

At that moment, Qin Shiyun, who had gotten up and come out of the bedroom, saw the two of them and asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing..."

Tang Yuechan's face turned red instantly. She couldn't possibly say, "Your bodyguard took my first kiss."

After giving Ningchuan a fierce glare, Tang Yuechan rushed into the bathroom and brushed her teeth for half an hour, almost scrubbing her mouth raw.

However, as she brushed her teeth, Tang Yuechan comforted herself and came to a realization.

Previously, when she had tried to play a prank on Ningchuan with paint but ended up being pranked by him instead, he had seen her whole body... So even if he took her first kiss now, it seemed like it wasn't such a big deal compared to that...

But Tang Yuechan didn't realize that her bottom line had already undergone a subtle but significant change.

After finishing breakfast and dropping off Qin Shirun at the company, Ningchuan went to school.

Qin Shirun had gotten used to Ningchuan's habit of skipping class in the morning, so she didn't think much of it.

...

Today, Ningchuan arrived a little late.

When he arrived at the training ground, military training was about to begin.

The entire School of Economics and Management consisted of four classes, totaling around two hundred students.

They were all dressed in military training uniforms, standing in formation, and countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the figure in casual clothes—Ningchuan.

"Hey, Ningchuan, you have quite the audacity, showing up to military training in casual clothes. None of the two hundred students in our class have such a special privilege!"

Wu Junyong, standing in the formation, immediately spoke up, mocking and taunting.

After yesterday's military training, he had been taken to the school infirmary by several lackeys, so he hadn't witnessed what happened at the entrance of the changing room.

"I didn't want to wear casual clothes, but I didn't have the military training uniform in my hands," Ningchuan said.

"The military training uniform wasn't in your hands? Are you saying that your uniform was stolen? Snatched? Or eaten by mice?" Wu Junyong jeered loudly.

"My military training uniform wasn't stolen, snatched, or eaten by mice. As for where it is... you'll know soon enough." Ningchuan smiled.

"Hahaha! You idiot..."

Wu Junyong burst into laughter, but after only two laughs, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he suddenly noticed that Mo Wanqiu, the beauty of Class Two, had somehow taken out a male military training top from somewhere.

She walked out of the formation and handed it to Ningchuan, saying with a flushed face, "Ningchuan, here, this is the shirt I washed for you."

At the same time, Xie Yanran, the beauty of Class Three, also walked out of her formation, holding a neatly folded pair of pants, and handed it to Ningchuan, saying, "Ningchuan, here, these are the pants I washed for you."

The Class Flower of Class Four, He Lingling, Approaches Ningchuan

In a similar fashion, the class flower of Class Four, He Lingling, walked up to Ningchuan. "Ningchuan, this is the hat I washed."

Lastly, Wu Junyong, in a state of despair, discovered that the class flower he had been pursuing, Jiang Churan, was holding a pair of shoes in her left hand and a pair of socks in her right hand as she approached Ningchuan.

Her cheeks were flushed as she said, "Ningchuan, these are the shoes and socks I washed for you. Take a good look and make sure I cleaned them properly."

Wu Junyong was utterly confused. What the hell was going on?

Everyone in the crowd was dumbfounded.

The four class flowers of the School of Economics and Management were all washing clothes for Ningchuan at the same time—from head to toe! It was simply envy-inducing!

Of course, some people quickly understood.

"Who let him defeat those arrogant foreign students yesterday?"

"Yeah, stop being envious. If you have the ability, go defeat those arrogant foreign students yourself and bring glory to our country!"

"Ah, I'm so envious I could vomit blood. If I were Ningchuan, being surrounded by the four class flowers, I would live a truly romantic life!"

Amidst the envy of the crowd, an instructor suddenly approached. "Ningchuan, someone wants to see you. Come with me."

The instructor's words immediately changed everyone's expressions.

"Report, instructor! The incident yesterday where Ningchuan defeated those foreign students was instigated by those students. You can't punish Ningchuan without considering the whole situation!"

Jiang Churan anxiously blurted out.

"That's right, instructor. I can testify that the foreign students provoked Ningchuan first!"

"I can testify too!"

"If you're going to punish Ningchuan, then punish all of us as well!"

Mo Wanqiu, Xie Yanran, and He Lingling all spoke up loudly at the same time.

Ningchuan was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected these four girls to be so loyal.

At this moment, Ji Xingyu and his other two roommates, along with some other students, also came over to support Ningchuan.

The instructor gruffly asked, "Who told you that Ningchuan was going to be punished?"

"Huh? Ningchuan isn't being punished?"

Everyone was taken aback.

"We're starting military training. Ningchuan, come with me."

The instructor declared loudly.

Everyone returned to their formations, while Ningchuan accompanied the instructor to an office.

This office was the headquarters of the entire military training command at Jiangnan University.

When they entered, Ningchuan saw a tall woman standing in front of him.

She exuded an air of elegance, wearing a fitted women's camouflage uniform that perfectly outlined her graceful figure.

Her high collar and slender waist, along with her straight legs, were all captivating.

Her beautiful face and short hair couldn't hide the sharpness in her eyes, clearly setting her apart from ordinary women.

She possessed an extraordinary feminine charm!

Ningchuan glanced at the bar and star on her shoulder, realizing that her position was probably not low.

"You're Ningchuan?" The woman's gaze was piercing as she stared directly at Ningchuan and spoke.

"Yes."

"I'm Shan Rou, the head instructor for the military training at Jiangnan University. You can call me Instructor Shan."

The woman spoke coldly.

"Hmm, do you have something to discuss with me?" Ningchuan nodded.

"I heard that you single-handedly defeated eleven foreign students from the Pickled Cabbage Country yesterday."

"Yes."

"Reveal your identity! You cannot be an ordinary student!"

Shan Rou slammed the table and pointed at Ningchuan, her voice stern.

"Oh? Instructor Shan, are you really that dismissive of ordinary students?"

Ningchuan responded with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

[Visit my Patreon (patreon.com/FlowingRiverCrossed)]