The Legendary Supernatural Student

At last, Xiang Ri could leave France without worry, not only because the Queen had dispatched half of her "guard detail" to assist Fang Yingying, but also due to the police's investigation into the unfortunate death of a certain clownish prince. Astonishingly, they uncovered the prince's extensive criminal records within his villa. 

The prince's underlings, or rather his bodyguards, were now all in hiding, utterly incapable of completing any unfinished "business" on his behalf. Meanwhile, a young white man whose identity the police were unable to trace was suspected of being an arms dealer in the midst of negotiations. Consequently, the prince's associates had become fugitives, their only option being to flee back to their home country.

As for the two notorious criminals' mysterious deaths in the villa, the police disclosed that the case was still under investigation. However, they had already gathered some promising leads and were confident they would soon apprehend the true culprit.

But these matters were of no concern to Xiang Ri, for he had already boarded the flight back to the city.

The flight arrived past midnight, but due to the time difference, by the time Xiang Ri disembarked, it was already past 7 a.m. After adjusting his phone's clock, he took a cab home.

Intending to unlock the door with his key, he hesitated for a moment, almost as if by some strange force, and instead knocked on the door. In truth, he was merely testing whether anyone still resided there.

To his surprise, he barely knocked a few times when footsteps sounded from within. Someone was inside? Xiang Ri was puzzled, wondering who could be living here now.

"You're back?" The door opened to reveal none other than Miss An Xin'an, though her face showed no signs of anger. Instead, it wore an expression of calm and mild irritation, as though she had been disturbed from sleep. It seemed that the embarrassing incident from a few days ago had been entirely forgotten.

"I'm back," Xiang Ri responded, relieved that she had not erupted in fury. He stepped inside, casually asking, "Didn't I tell you not to stay here? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I'm not dead yet, am I?" An Xin'an retorted, her irritation growing as she recalled being woken up prematurely. Hearing Xiang Ri curse her, her anger flared: "What's your meaning? Are you wishing for my death? I haven't even settled the score with you for what happened that day, and now you're asking for a beating!"

"Calm down! Don't get so worked up!" Xiang Ri raised his hands in mock surrender, plopping down onto the couch. He casually set his package down on the coffee table and said leisurely, "Don't you want to know what gift I brought you?"

"Gift?" An Xin'an froze for a moment, then gave him a dismissive look. "I'm not interested in your gifts." She started to turn toward her bedroom, but then stopped and looked back, asking, "Did you really bring me a gift?"

"Weren't you just saying you didn't want it?" Xiang Ri sneered inwardly, amused at how quickly her demeanor shifted. Just moments ago, she had seemed utterly repelled, but now she was like a dog salivating at the sight of a bone. While the analogy was imperfect, he felt it fit the woman perfectly.

An Xin'an paused, her expression faltering. "I was just asking," she muttered, perhaps sensing that her tone had softened, before quickly reverting to her usual hard exterior. "I'm not interested, okay? Does asking make me weak?"

"Alright, alright," Xiang Ri nodded eagerly, a wicked smile crossing his face. "Actually, I've already told you what your gift is. It's the latest high-tech product designed to enhance a woman's... chest development."

Before he could finish, An Xin'an leapt at him, grabbing a cushion and hurling it at him. "I'll kill you, you pervert!"

"Stop!" Xiang Ri quickly jumped out of the way. "It was just a joke! Are you really taking it seriously? The gift is in the bag, at the top—there's a blue gift bag. You take it; I'll brush my teeth, wash my face, and get ready for school." With that, he swiftly headed to the bathroom, not waiting for her response.

An Xin'an opened the bag on the coffee table, still suspicious, and pulled out the blue-wrapped item as directed by Xiang Ri. When she unfolded it, her eyes widened in surprise.

It was a men's black suit, soft and smooth to the touch, clearly handmade rather than mass-produced, and although it lacked any branded logos, its quality was unmistakable.

Based on her experience with suits, An Xin'an could tell that this one was of considerable value. However, she couldn't help but wonder: When had this rogue become so considerate? Had he really bought her something she would like?

The truth of the matter was that Xiang Ri knew exactly where the suit had come from. It had been custom-made for him by a renowned French designer at the Queen's behest. However, since he hadn't worn it before returning to his country, the Queen had asked him to bring it back. 

Originally, Xiang Ri had no intention of accepting it, citing his dislike for formal wear. But when the Queen insisted, and with some encouragement from his secretary, the suit became a gift for An Xin'an, as their sizes were almost identical.

An Xin'an, of course, had no idea that the suit she now held had been rejected by its original owner. At first glance, she immediately fell for its elegance, admiring its fine craftsmanship. She never imagined that her desire for the suit would result in a gift that had been "leftover" from someone else.

Though the suit was slightly wrinkled from being folded for so long, Miss An Xin'an cursed the man in her heart for his wastefulness. However, she was confident that with her usual skill in ironing—thanks to her frequent use of suits—she could restore it to its original pristine condition. She was certain she would be able to wear the suit before heading to class.

With that thought, her eyes sparkled, and she rushed into her bedroom.

After Xiang Ri finished washing up and changing into fresh clothes, he emerged from his room just as An Xin'an stepped out of hers, now dressed in her new "gift."

"Not bad, not bad," Xiang Ri mused, stroking his chin as he admired the sight of An Xin'an in the suit, which gave her an aura of both elegance and allure. He felt no regret about gifting her the suit; in fact, he was convinced his decision had been a wise one. The suit, which had been tailored for him, fit An Xin'an so perfectly that it seemed as though it had been made just for her.

"Thank you for the suit!" An Xin'an expressed her gratitude sincerely, and surprisingly, she tolerated Xiang Ri's appreciative gaze. She was also very pleased with the suit, which not only fit her perfectly but seemed to enhance her charm when she had glanced at herself in the mirror.

"No need, no need. Let's not be formal about it," Xiang Ri said with exaggerated humility. "After all, we've been through thick and thin together."

Perhaps the words "through thick and thin" triggered some memories for An Xin'an, as her face flushed with a soft warmth. Seizing the opportunity before he noticed, she quickly adopted a feigned expression of urgency, "It's getting late. I should go to school now. Goodbye!" Without waiting for a response, she hurried out the door.

Xiang Ri shook his head helplessly and then suddenly recalled something. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Chu Chu, having just finished changing, was nervously preparing to head to school when her phone rang.

Upon seeing the name on the screen, her heart raced with excitement, and she nearly dropped the phone. With trembling hands, she answered the call.

"Chu Chu…" A voice she had longed to hear came through the line.

Unable to hold back her tears, Chu Chu whispered, "Xiang Kui…"

"I'm back. Chu Chu, are you crying? Don't cry, dear. I've returned. I swear I will never make you sad again…"

"I'm happy… Xiang Kui, I missed you so much…"

"I missed you too. Chu Chu, are you at home?"

"Yeah, I'm about to head to school. Are you going there too?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for you at school. Hurry up, but when you see me, don't cry, or I'll be heartbroken."

"Heartbroken, huh? Serves you right…" Chu Chu's tears flowed even more rapidly.

"Alright, alright, enough of that. We'll meet at school. But remember, no crying!"

…

After hanging up the phone, Chu Chu suddenly rushed into her room like a whirlwind, and upon seeing Shi Qing still organizing her books, she immediately grabbed her by the shoulders, breathless with excitement. "Sister Qing, please help me check if I've smeared my makeup!"

"Huh?" Shi Qing, who had not noticed Chu Chu's emotional state, looked up at her. Upon seeing her tear-streaked face, a pang of sympathy struck her heart. "Chu Chu, what's wrong? Why are you crying again?"

"It's not that. I'm happy! Xiang Kui, he's back!"

"What?!" Shi Qing exclaimed, her eyes alight with joy. "The teacher is back?"

"Yes!" Chu Chu nodded vigorously, then quickly pulled her over to help fix her makeup.

Meanwhile, Xiang Ri, his mind heavy with thoughts after his conversation with Chu Chu, could hear how much she depended on him. In that moment, he nearly blurted out that he would love only her from now on. But could he truly do that?

He thought of the female police officer who had also given him her first time. Although she hadn't displayed the same sadness as Chu Chu, Xiang Ri could still remember the heartbreaking look in her eyes—the same expression Chu Chu had worn when they fled the hospital together.

Unknowingly, he had walked through the school gates when a slender figure suddenly emerged from the side and blocked his path. "So, it's you, Xiang Kui! At last, I've caught up with you, you ungrateful wretch!"