Chapter 381 (First Update) Lu Yun chuckled, saying, "Then I'll just call you Shi Yu, no matter how awkward it sounds." In her heart, Wang Shi Yu thought, "You're still being awkward—how thick is your face, really? Back when you were at No. 6 High School, no boy or girl in the class was as bold as you. You'd dare to do all sorts of things in front of the whole class with your girlfriend, completely without embarrassment! But on the surface, she said, "Names are just names—what's so awkward about that? Don't let the class monitor pull your ears off!" As she said this, she couldn't help but laugh softly. Lu Yun felt a bit embarrassed. It seemed clear that this girl was always paying close attention to him—every time Red Yu gently pulled his ears, she had seen it all. But that was fine. Thick skin was exactly what it took to win over someone. Though he hadn't originally intended to court Wang Shi Yu, he had, by accident, just now glimpsed the carefully guarded parts of her life. And that was a win—no loss at all! "Po-Shi, you haven't told me about the Six Middle School's Eight Waves and Twelve Beauties yet. Explain to me, as a country bumpkin, what's going on in the city schools." When Wang Po-Shi first mentioned the Eight Waves of the Sixth Middle School, Land Yun had gently slapped her own cheek, immediately sensing that the "Eight Waves" and the "Twelve Beauties" referred to twelve particularly beautiful girls—something quite natural. But what exactly were the "Eight Waves"? And why had this girl given herself such a nickname? In Land Yun's mind, the "Eight Waves" must be eight girls so effortlessly elegant and spirited that they deserved such a distinguished title. Indeed, Wang Po-Shi tried her best to steer the conversation away from the Eight Waves, but Land Yun wouldn't budge, persistently holding onto the question. As the rosy flush on her cheeks faded, a growing sense of frustration settled over her face, as if regretting having opened up so freely, inadvertently revealing even the school's most cherished secrets. Lu Yun pressed her with persistent questions, and Wang Shiyu couldn’t come up with a good excuse. Originally, she could have just packed her things and walked out cold, but she found herself genuinely comfortable chatting with Lu Yun. Though he seemed rather aloof, constantly glancing at her body with that sly gaze, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed being around him. She simply couldn’t find a reason to explain it—perhaps it was because, when she first transferred to the school, Lu Yun had helped her move her desk, which later led to a conflict with the homeroom teacher? “The Eight Waves, naturally, means eight girls,” Wang Shiyu said vaguely. Lu Yun asked, “How come these eight girls are more famous than the boys? Do they actually play better than the boys? Are you, like, a taekwondo expert?” Just moments before, Wang Shiyu had shown off a bit—though she’d accidentally revealed some of her springtime charm—Lu Yun had to admit that the girl certainly had some skill. If he were to take on her in a match, he’d surely end up getting beaten. Upon hearing Lu Yun comparing the eight girls of the Sixth Division to himself, Wang Shiyu immediately countered: "What nonsense! How can those eight girls possibly compare to me? I can't stand them—every time I see them, I feel sick to my stomach." Lu Yun silently nodded, knowing he had struck the right note—just a little more, and the young girl would surely reveal the story of the Eight Waves. "Of course. Shiyu not only has a striking appearance but also a solid martial skill set—she's certainly beyond what those girls can match. Yet you yourself just told me earlier that these Eight Waves were particularly renowned, even more so than the various guilds and associations. I'm guessing they must be a group formed by eight particularly beautiful and exceptionally skilled young women working together." First, he confused her, then gently guided her into revealing the details—this was a technique Lu Yun had mastered with ease. Wang Shiyu hissed softly and muttered, "What kind of skills do they have? Just because they're pretty! They're constantly flirting with each other at school, and now they've also started courting the socialites from the county town, showing off their charm and grace—each one acts like a fox spirit. Honestly, how come such girls exist at all in the school?" Though her voice was low, every word reached Lu Yun clearly. He mused internally: clearly, things are even more disordered in the county. The students have already formed their own factions. While Wang Shiyu found the Eight Waves somewhat unimpressive, it was evident that these girls had achieved such prominence—not merely through physical charm or body sales. From Wang Shiyu's words, Lu Yun gained a clearer understanding of the situation at No. Six High School. Back when he was applying for junior high, he had once considered trying his luck in the county, but his family's circumstances—particularly his third aunt's—made it impossible, and his academic performance wasn't strong enough either, so he ultimately abandoned the idea. Now that I think about it, I'm so glad I didn't go for that so-called No. 6 High School; otherwise, with my own temperament, I'd definitely have clashed with everyone across the entire school—whether I was being beaten up or going after them, only heaven knows. "Lu Yun, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Lu Yun staring down without speaking, Wang Shiyu couldn't help but ask. Lu Yun raised his head and smiled, saying, "I'm wondering if, with your such striking beauty, there must have been quite a few boys chasing after you during your time at the county school." Hearing Lu Yun's words, Wang Shiyu suddenly lifted her face with a proud, slightly shy smile, saying, "Of course! The boys who follow me could line up from No. 6 High all the way to our school." Her expression then darkened slightly, and she sighed softly, "Those guys—none of them came with genuine intentions. They all wanted to take advantage of me. If it weren't for my own skills, and if I hadn't given several of them a good beating, I'd never know when the harassment would stop." "Say this," she waved her fist at Lu Yun, as if reminding him not to provoke her, otherwise he'd be sure to suffer a good beating from both her fists and legs. Lu Yun chuckled, "A violent woman isn't likely to win over men, is she?" "Hmph," Wang Shiyu seemed to have forgotten her earlier embarrassment, speaking with complete indifference, "Do I really need to be anything special? I'm waiting for my prince charming to show up. Once he does, I'll surely pursue him with all my might to secure him." Lu Yun wiped a bead of sweat, how could this young lady sound so determined to take over men, yet he couldn't help but tease, "Then how do you think I stack up—do you see me as your prince charming?" Wang Shiyu was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Lu Yun's remarkable tenacity. With a quick glance, she covered her mouth and smiled gently. "You may have a good appearance, but you're simply too unreliable. I don't care for heartless, fickle men—I'm looking for unwavering, devoted love. He must remain faithful to me until the very end. Can you manage that?" Lu Yun scratched his head. This truly seemed challenging. If it were as she described, wouldn't his entire strategy of building a harem have to be scrapped? He chuckled. "This seems quite difficult. Naturally, I won't limit myself to just one woman. I wouldn't trade an entire forest for a single stubborn weed. That kind of foolishness I simply can't endure."