Hopefully, She Won't Have Any Weird Dreams

Qin Lu was in the room, not dressed particularly neatly.

He had unbuttoned two or three buttons on his collar.

As a result, his seductive and alluring collarbone was revealed.

It was a teasing glimpse, even more seductive than if it had been fully exposed!

Nan Yan's mouth went dry from looking at it, and she almost lost control of her hand, wanting to pull his collar open.

Fortunately, her rationality prevailed, and she hurriedly lowered her head in a fluster.

Qin Lu was just about to speak to her.

Seeing her putting on a look as if she wanted to be disciplined, he couldn't help but wonder if he was being too strict with her?

However, since he had taken the responsibility of taking care of this child, he had to be thorough in his supervision.

He naturally reached out and ruffled her fluffy head: "You're not allowed to go out and play with men of questionable character anymore. It's dangerous."

Nan Yan replied in a sulky tone, "I know..."

"Go to bed early."

After Qin Lu left, Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the water dispenser to get a glass of cold water to drink.

She really was, too hopeless.

Was it necessary to have such a big reaction just from seeing his collarbone?

Feeling the warmth on her cheeks, Nan Yan calmly poured another glass of cold water, drank it, and went back to her room to take a shower and sleep.

Hopefully, she won't have any strange dreams...

#

The next day, while still in class, Nan Yan received a message from Shen Junqing asking for her account number.

Nan Yan sent him her card number.

A few minutes later, a text message notified her that the money had been transferred.

One hundred and fifty million.

Looking at the long string of zeros at the end, Nan Yan's financial anxiety eased a bit.

She had already planned where this money would go yesterday.

She planned to buy a laboratory.

It was already a part of her plan, but she received the windfall in advance.

"An Nanyan, come up and solve this problem."

Nan Yan was lost in thought in the classroom and was called by the math teacher.

She put away her phone and looked at the blackboard, then stood up and walked to the podium.

The math teacher never liked Nan Yan and didn't care if she could answer the question or not. He continued to blabber on the side.

"Your grades are bad, yet you don't study hard and pay attention in class. Even if you don't want to learn, can't you at least make an effort for the average score in the class? Because of you, our class's grades are always at the bottom, and our average score is much lower than the other classes. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

The students below started to cheer.

"Hahaha..."

The people below burst into laughter.

Nan Yan finished writing the last line and turned around.

The chalk in her hand broke into three pieces.

She raised her hand and threw it.

The three people who had mocked her from the beginning all got hit square in the face.

And all pieces of the chalk landed right in their open laughing mouths.

"Pff, pff, pff..."

"An Nanyan, what gives you the right to throw chalk at me?"

Nan Yan coolly said, "Because your mouth stinks."

"You..."

"What about me? Do you want a fight?"

"If you want a fight, just say so, I'll oblige."

Nan Yan's words silenced the classmate. 

They all vividly remembered her recent achievements in beating people up. Who would dare to provoke her!

Nan Yan walked down from the podium and said softly, "Teacher, I'm done."

The math teacher had thought she would just scribble randomly when she went up.

After all, they were currently studying advanced math, which was quite profound.

And Nan Yan's test scores had never exceeded thirty points in math.

She couldn't solve such a question at all.

The math teacher wanted to take this opportunity to punish Nan Yan. 

However, when he looked at the answer on the blackboard, his eyes couldn't help but lit up. 

Not only did Nan Yan get it right, but her chalk handwriting was also incredibly beautiful and impressive! 

He walked over and drew a big tick on her answer. 

The classmates who were waiting to mock her were instantly stunned. 

None of them in the class could solve this problem. 

How did she manage to write the correct solution?

"Teacher, did she really get it right?" someone asked.

"Yes, she did," the math teacher's attitude towards Nan Yan improved a lot. "Student An, you may go back to your seat. From now on, pay attention in class and stop causing disturbances."

"Okay," Nan Yan replied.

She returned to her seat. The math teacher composed himself and began explaining the problem to the class.

#

Nan Yan's intimidating presence had a significant effect, and within three days, no one dared to provoke her actively. 

However, this was only on the surface.

Those with ulterior motives huddled together, scheming to suppress her arrogance.

During lunchtime, everyone went out to eat, including Nan Yan. 

Little did she expect that a big surprise awaited her when she returned. 

Nan Yan first glanced at the surveillance cameras in the classroom. 

Indeed, they had learned their lesson and blocked the cameras before engaging in mischief.

Nan Yan stood on the podium, her demeanor showing no obvious emotional fluctuations. 

A cold and profound smile played on her alluring face, emanating an aura of danger.

The classroom fell silent, and everyone stared at her, eager to see her reaction. 

After all, she couldn't find any evidence to prove who did it. 

If they stubbornly denied it, she would be powerless.

Nan Yan casually rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair wrists. "Let me guess. This incident wasn't the work of one or two individuals but a well-planned collaboration among all of you," she said.

"Who says we did it? Don't make baseless accusations," someone retorted.

"Yeah, we were all having lunch. Our tables are nowhere near yours, so what does it have to do with us?"

Nan Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with them. 

After rolling up her sleeves, she walked to the classroom door and locked it. 

As for the other door, it had been locked during lunch and remained closed.

With the front door locked, the entire classroom became a sealed space. 

They watched the girl standing by the podium, exuding a cool and wicked aura, and an inexplicable sense of impending danger washed over them.

The air seemed stagnant, suffocatingly oppressive. Some of the timider ones began regretting their decision to provoke her, now fearful of the consequences.

The class monitor of Class Four stepped forward with a rough voice and asked, "An Nanyan... What do you want to do?"

Nan Yan smirked, her stunningly beautiful face taking on a sinister expression in their eyes. "Naturally, I'm here to clean up the trash."

"Unless this matter is resolved today, no one is leaving this classroom."