The Rural Beauty 7721, Main Text 772—A Rivalry Born of One Touch 772 Chapter—A Rivalry Born of One Touch After a fierce clash with Lu Lei, the crooked chicken chicken came out on the losing end, feeling her authority as headteacher seriously challenged. The accumulated prestige she had built over the years now seemed to be fading fast. Filled with frustration, she managed to finish the remaining content in a hazy manner before sending the students off to study independently and then stormed out of the classroom, not knowing where to find a hen to vent her anger. "This teacher's professionalism—truly beyond comprehension. Oh well..." The crucial parts of the original text, which were supposed to be emphasized, were merely brushed over in just a few sentences, prompting Wang Shiyu to softly sigh. Lu Yun sat beside her, clearly uneasy. As soon as he saw the crooked chicken chicken leave the classroom, he immediately interjected, "Shiyu, now can we finally let go of our hands?" "Ah?" "Wang Shiyu was taken aback and only then realized that she was still blocking Lu Yun as before, yet the spot where her hand rested against his had instantly flushed her delicate cheeks with a warm hue. In a hasty move, she pulled her hand away, blushing deeply and stomping her feet in frustration, saying, 'Lu Yun, you... you managed to move my hand to your side while I wasn't paying attention! You... you're such a bad guy, a lusty one, a beast! No, worse than a beast—when I was so kind to help you, you treated me like this!' 'Oh, for heaven's sake,' Lu Yun said, seeing Wang Shiyu's visibly agitated expression, knowing she was about to lose her temper. He almost reached out to cover her mouth with a sudden surge of impulse. 'You think I didn't want to say something?' "You're just making me stop every time I try to speak," Wang Shiyu realized how Land Yun had been hesitating earlier. It was as if she had accidentally placed her hand there—so firm, so substantial—yet she hadn't even noticed it. How embarrassing! A young lady like her placing her hand there on a boy, and even causing him to react. What could she possibly do? If this were to get out, where would she even put her face? "Shiyu, don't be embarrassed. I'm not blaming you at all, am I?" "Let's just pretend this never happened," Lu Yun said flatly, as though he had been the one to suffer. When Lu Yun didn't speak, Wang Shiyu felt embarrassed; but once he spoke, she felt even more so, her feet tapping impatiently. She silently cursed: "Wang Shiyu is making you take unnecessary notice of everything! You're making a fuss, yet you can't even say a word of complaint—how do you expect to be treated? You deserve it, you deserve it!" The more Lu Yun spoke, the more embarrassed Wang Shiyu felt, until she longed to hide somewhere and feel safe. "Shiyu, please don't be like this. I really don't mean to blame you," Lu Yun urged. Wang Shiyu glanced at him, then said with a scowl, "I'm blaming myself already. Just stop talking!" Either Lu Yun was truly bad at heart, or he simply didn't know when to step back—though he knew Wang Shiyu was deeply embarrassed, if he had been wise, he would have quietly retreated to the side, letting Wang Shiyu work through her own feelings. Instead, every sentence he spoke only deepened her sense of shame. Lu Yun's skill in being awkward and shameless had reached its peak—he remained composed, face neither flushed nor troubled, and leaned in closely to whisper to Wang Shiyu. Upon hearing this, Wang Shiyu was completely stunned. "Touching him back?" She thought. It was understandable that he'd claim to have been inconvenienced when, just by accident, she, a young woman, had unintentionally brushed against his most intimate area while helping him. But now, he was suggesting he wanted to "touch it back"? Could any other young man, aside from her future husband, have freely touched that part of a woman's body? "Lu Yun, you've gone too far!" After a moment of stunned silence, Wang Shiyu finally regained her composure and glared at Lu Yun with intensity. Lu Yun sighed, feeling frustrated: "How have I gone too far? I didn't even expect you to feel guilty—didn't I just want you to open up and ease your mind sooner? It's like a dog barking at Li Dongbin, not recognizing a good heart." "You...!" Wang Shiyu was left speechless. If it weren't for her constant efforts to be a good person, how could she have ended up in this situation with Lu Yun? If only she had let Lu Yun finish speaking earlier, she wouldn't be in such a predicament now. Yet Lu Yun seemed determined to keep pressing the issue—clearly, he intended to make something of this matter. Wang Shiyu knew deep down that Lu Yun wasn't genuinely sincere, yet she couldn't think of a single suitable reason to challenge him. After all, it had been she who had reached out first. If she were to seek a resolution, though well-intentioned, her actions might now seem awkward and misplaced. Burdened with self-reproach, her "Seeing Wang Shiyu about to cry, Lu Yun immediately broke into a cheerful, innocent smile and said, 'Shiyu, no matter how you treat me, I won't hold it against you. Fine, if I don't touch you, then I won't. At most, I'll just be the one who tastes bitter medicine without being able to express it—nothing major. Please don't cry, now, or Xiao Yu will think something terribly wrong of me.' 'You're making yourself miserable,' said Shiyu, glaring at Lu Yun. 'If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have touched you at all. You forgot last week, when you kept pressing me with that awkward part of yours. Now, now, I'm just settling the account—both principal and interest!' Lu Yun looked at her, as if he were a newly married young wife, all pouty and embarrassed. Where could she turn to share her woes? "True to the saying, 'A single remark awakens a person from a dream.' Although Lu Yun's words overturned his earlier admission of weakness to Wang Shiyu, they were each precise and to the point, leaving Wang Shiyu both convinced and impressed—she now saw Lu Yun in a new light. Seeing Wang Shiyu's thoughtful expression, Lu Yun beamed with pride, smiling to himself: this was exactly what Xinlan had advised him to use earlier. Now, presenting it to Shiyu to impress her was just perfect—wah, what a win! Having unexpectedly won over the young lady, Lu Yun felt genuinely excited. He'd never thought that attending a lecture—where he just sat there, awkwardly tilting his head—would be such a relief compared to the constant, monotonous reading of the textbook by the guy known as the 'Twisted-Neck Roast Chicken.' Though he couldn't quite give up, he knew that winning over Wang Shiyu was now his top priority. If he could successfully secure her, wow—what a feat! He couldn't even begin to imagine it. With so many beautiful women around him, such a vibrant experience was far better than the dull, routine of reading aloud Wang Shiyu concentrated for a while, then suddenly asked, "A little bit, yes." Lu Yun chuckled. "That explains it. That explains why, when I was with you in the forest that day, I found your fist and palm techniques... " Before Wang Shiyu could finish speaking, Lu Yun interrupted her: "All just in my dreams." Wang Shiyu was startled, then gave Lu Yun a sharp punch. "Can't you be serious for once? I've heard not a single word of truth from you. Are you filming a movie? You're practicing martial arts in your dreams—do you even have a technique called the Dream-Entering Fist?" Lu Yun knew Wang Shiyu wouldn't believe him, yet here she was, coming up with something so specific—perhaps there truly was an invisible, intangible connection between them. "Actually, I got it right. This was originally an unnamed martial arts manual. Since I practiced it in my dreams, I named it the 'Martial Arts of the Dream.' Though it's a style of combat, it's remarkably intricate—encompassing not only punches and palm strikes, but also footwork and even foot techniques. Once I've fully mastered it, your country's taekwondo, which you've brought over, will surely be left in tatters." Lu Yun grew more and more excited, as if he could already see himself effortlessly defeating Wang Shiyu in the small forest outside the school, then slowly stripping her bare, and then... Before Lu Yun could even finish the "then" part, a sharp blow landed on his head. Wang Shiyu's eyes, foggy and dazed, widened in surprise. "The more you talk, the more intense you get," she said, exasperated. "Do you think I'm made of clay? That you're going to defeat me? Next life, perhaps." Lu Yun rubbed his head. "I'm telling you the truth. Fine—should you still not believe me, just wait until I defeat you. Then see how I repay today's headbutt." Wang ... 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