Chapter 458: The Angry Wang Shiyu Zhang Ning hummed softly, savoring the wonderful sensation of being held in Lu Yun's arms and kissed just moments ago. "I'll get used to it," she said with a smile. "I've always treated Xiao Ying and Hong Yu this way, after all,嘻嘻." Lu Yun chuckled, blushing with unabashed charm. Nestled in Lu Yun's embrace, Zhang Ning whispered, "I can't believe how they endure your treatment—it's downright unbearable." "This is nothing," Lu Yun said, beaming. He lowered his head, his eyes naturally drifting toward the deep groove on Zhang Ning's chest. Zhang Ning slightly lifted her head and caught Lu Yun's mischievous gaze. A soft gasp escaped her as she quickly covered her chest with her arms. "You're not going to get away with it, Lu Yun," she said. "Holding you doesn't help—I can see you even better. My blouse is practically slipping out of my collar." Lu Yun smiled wickedly, his fingers instantly drawn to the pale expanse revealed at the neckline. Although Zhang Ning was a few years older than Lu Yun, she had never had close physical interactions with boys—thanks to her visible scars and Zhang Yi's constant supervision—let alone a romantic relationship or any intimate touch. No boy had ever dared to tease her so openly and unreservedly. Upon hearing Lu Yun's teasing remarks, she lowered her gaze and indeed saw her usually proud, softness now gently pressed against his arms, the collar of her shirt pushed open, revealing two charmingly pale patches. She had worn her clothes so tightly this morning precisely to prevent Lu Yun from developing any improper intentions, yet here he was, always able to spot her and make a move. Blushing furiously, she lowered her arms and pressed herself directly against him. Two warm, soft forms now rested against Lu Yun's chest, sending a steady warmth rising from her heart, gradually making her feel increasingly overwhelmed. Feeling something shift, Zhang Ning suddenly pushed him away, her face flushed, saying, "You're not honest. I'm not staying with you alone anymore." "Saying that, she hurried down and left the earth mound. 'Ning姐...' Lu Yun called out, but Zhang Ning didn't turn around—she simply kept running toward the school. Lu Yun shook his head, glanced at the small tent set up there, and murmured, 'You always act so urgent. Now everyone's scared away. Next time you act this uncooperative, I'll slowly shave you down with my pencil sharpener, one inch at a time.' Breathing in the fresh morning air, Lu Yun stretched lazily, leaning against the mound, savoring the scent of Zhang Ning's delicious mouth. If only he could have stayed a little longer—he might have done something special, he thought, smiling to himself. Lu Yun felt particularly cheerful. Inspired by a dream he'd had last night, during which he'd practiced a full night of martial arts, he suddenly stepped forward, adjusted his stance, and gracefully executed each movement with ease. Only when he was drenched in sweat and his limbs grew weak did he stop. With a bright smile, he exclaimed, 'Good heavens! I can learn such impressive martial arts even while sleeping. That's amazing!' It was well light by the time Lu Yun wiped the sweat off his forehead and hurried toward school, muttering to himself, "I'd better brush my teeth and wash my face properly—next time I see Qin Ning, I can't let her think my breath stinks." After finishing his morning routine, Lu Yun returned to his classroom and explained his preparations to Liang Hongyu before settling back at his seat. As he saw Wang Shiyu, a sudden thought came to him: now that he could perform the martial arts routine fluidly and powerfully, did he finally have the credentials to challenge her, a top taekwondo athlete? As he pushed through the narrow passage Wang Shiyu had deliberately left, Lu Yun hadn't even sat down when Wang Shiyu burst out, "Lu Yun, what were you thinking just now?" Lu Yun looked utterly puzzled—what could he have been thinking? Yet, seeing Wang Shiyu's angry expression, he couldn't quite recall where he'd offended this lovely girl. "I wasn't thinking of anything at all," he said. "Lu Yun said innocently. Wang Shiyu blushed deeply, stomping her feet, "You just said you hadn't thought of anything! But your thing just pressed right against me—how can you claim there was nothing at all?" Lu Yun suddenly realized, looking down at the still-energetic little girl, and felt utterly speechless. The spark of irritation he'd picked up from Zhang Ning had never truly faded. When he'd been talking to Liang Hongyu in class, he'd been careful to mask it, but as soon as he returned to his seat, all he could think about was whether he could actually defeat Wang Shiyu. He completely forgot that the girl was still holding her head up, and thus, he had simply pushed himself right into her back, hard. That must be why she had taken issue with him. Lu Yun awkwardly puffed his nose, saying, "I didn't mean to do it on purpose. It's completely normal for someone to react this way at this hour—don't tell me you haven't learned anything about human physiology during your school days." Wang Shiyu hadn't expected Lu Yun to come up with such a convoluted excuse. Glancing around at the classmates filling the room, she felt she couldn't loudly scold him, so she settled for frowning fiercely, her face flushed with indignation, and gritted her teeth to say, "After morning class, go to the small forest outside the campus. I'll challenge you there—let's make our bet effective immediately." Wang Shiyu saw Lu Yun not stepping forward to fight, but instead staring at her with an increasingly silly, dumbfounded smile—her own spine grew cold with the sight. Lu Yun regained his composure, glanced at Wang Shiyu, who was furious, and then took in her graceful figure, before chuckling, "Then let's fight! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" ... Rural Beauty 458, Main Text 458 – Updated!