Chapter 4
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Chapter 4: A Romantic Encounter in the Restroom
Uh...
Just as Wang Ming was lost in thought, he suddenly felt something trickling down his nose. Instinctively, he wiped it—and his fingers came away stained bright red.
Ugh...
With a half-smile, Wang Ming quickly jumped up, bolted out of the classroom, and sprinted straight to the restroom, splashing cold water on his face, desperate to stop the bleeding.
It’s the 21st century, after all. With the internet everywhere, magazines full of gorgeous women are on every corner. People who get nosebleeds just from seeing a pretty face? Practically extinct.
But clearly, Wang Ming wasn’t like that. His family was broke. He’d never even been to an internet café, let alone bought a magazine. When classmates would sneak peeks at those glossy pages, he’d only glance from afar—never daring to get too close. It was... kind of embarrassing, honestly.
But that’s just how it goes. When something’s right in front of you, it loses its magic. What really captivates is the mystery—the almost-seen, the just-out-of-reach, the blurry and elusive.
Of course, Wang Ming wasn’t clueless. With how s*x ed is taught nowadays, he knew the basics—how things worked, even if he’d never actually seen much firsthand. Combine that with his own fantasies, and it all felt like a thrilling mystery.
Phew...
After rinsing his face with cold water, Wang Ming took a deep breath. The nosebleed finally stopped. Leaning against the restroom wall, still a little dazed, he muttered to himself, “Finally stopped. Damn... I’m such a wimp!”
“Hey!”
Just then, a voice like a sweet melody floated over to him. “Are you okay? Do you need some help?”
Huh?
Wang Ming turned around, confused—and then froze. His eyes went wide, mouth hanging open as he stared at the doorway.
Seeing a ghost wouldn’t freak him out. He’d met more ghosts than he could count. Why would one more scare him?
But standing there was a stunning young woman. Her blue dress revealed just a hint of smooth, creamy calves, and her long, jet-black hair flowed gracefully down her back.
That alone wouldn’t leave Wang Ming speechless. What really took his breath away was her face—perfect, glowing with a smile so genuine it seemed to light up from within. And then there were her curves. Those... curves.
“My God! Are those really the kind of breasts a high school girl should have?” Wang Ming muttered under his breath.
Whoosh...
Just as Wang Ming was still lost in thought, a cold gust of wind suddenly swept through the hallway. It howled, kicking up dust and small pebbles, rushing like a wild storm.
“Eek!”
With a startled scream, Wang Ming watched, frozen, as the wind lifted the young woman’s skirt. For a few heartbeats, he got a clear, unfiltered view of her jade-like legs beneath the fabric. Without a doubt, they were the most perfect legs he’d ever seen—or even imagined.
Pfft...
As his eyes traveled upward, he caught sight of her full, flawless figure. A cartoon coffee cat was printed on her shorts, guarding her most private area. But... that lazy little cat wasn’t doing its job. Wang Ming spotted a few stray black hairs poking out from under the fabric!
This was the first time in his life Wang Ming had gotten such an up-close look at a young woman’s body. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the delicate line of her shorts and those tiny, rebellious hairs peeking out. For a moment, he was completely stunned.
But just as quickly as it came, the wind passed. The girl pressed her hands down over her skirt, fully aware of what had happened.
Embarrassed, she glanced at Wang Ming, silently begging him not to have seen anything. But when she noticed his blank stare and the blood dripping from his nose, her worst fears were confirmed.
Her face instantly flushed bright red. She opened her mouth, like she wanted to say something, but no words came out. With a frustrated stomp, she spun around and ran off, torn between shame and anger.
Later...
Wang Ming finally shook off the daze, the image of the girl still flashing through his mind. He was mesmerized—she was so beautiful, so utterly perfect. It felt like a kitten clawing frantically at his heart, making it itch in the best possible way.
But Wang Ming wasn’t just daydreaming. Despite his inexperience, his standards were surprisingly high.
Over the years, this girl wasn’t the first to make his heart race—but her pure, innocent vibe was something new. She seemed untouched by the messiness of the world. There was nothing dirty or tainted about her, and he couldn’t help but imagine how sweet and fragrant even her sweat would be. If he could taste it, he was sure it would be like honey.
Beautiful women were rare, but a beauty like this? Even rarer. In that brief moment, Wang Ming noticed how perfectly smooth her legs were—flawless, like they’d been sculpted by an artist.
Ah...
He sighed deeply. How could a girl like this even exist? How had her parents raised her? How could she be so flawless? This kind of beauty... it shouldn’t be real.
Shaking his head, Wang Ming turned away and turned on the faucet to wash his face again. That brief glimpse had hit harder than he’d expected—and his nose had bled even worse than before!
As he wiped the blood away, Wang Ming thought bitterly: This girl was a heavenly beauty. Only someone truly extraordinary—a “dragon among men”—would ever be worthy of her.
Standing up straight, he looked down at his worn-out clothes and sighed. No matter what, he and she were worlds apart. He could barely feed himself, let alone chase after a girl like her.
But he also knew this: beautiful women, like ripe cherries, don’t wait around forever. If he didn’t make a move, someone else would swoop in and snatch her up. First come, first served.
What should he do? What should he do!?
- Writer
