Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 138

Just as the tense atmosphere settled into silence, someone pushed the door open.

He wore a light-colored robe patterned in the style of ink wash, making his tall frame seem even more refined and graceful.

His long black hair was tied back carelessly with a red cord, and his cool, aloof features carried the distant air of untouched snow atop a mountain.

“Holy crap! It’s Teacher He Bai!”

“Didn’t Teacher He Bai refuse to teach Class Z?”

“He’s so handsome! I can die happy now!”

He Bai carried a few books in his arms, his gaze cold as it swept across the classroom.

It paused briefly on Ruan Tang, then shifted to the murderous Wolf Jin standing behind her. His brows furrowed slightly.

His eyes turned even colder.

Setting the books down on the podium, he spoke in a voice as crisp and clear as jade, but with no warmth.

And his first words weren’t an introduction, weren’t a greeting, and weren’t even the lesson.

Instead, they were sudden and sharp:

“Ruan Tang, come sit in the first row.”

The room went silent.

What was going on?

A new teacher suddenly assigned to their class—and a new student arriving the same day?

There had to be something going on between them, right?!

Wolf Jin’s arm twitched, veins straining with the effort it took not to act.

This sanctimonious bastard… was Ruan Tang’s teacher?

From what he overheard, this guy wasn’t supposed to be teaching their class.

And now, on her first day of transferring here, he conveniently shows up?

And right off the bat, he wanted to drag her to the front of the room?

If that wasn’t deliberate, he’d eat the desk whole!

But Ruan Tang, too innocent to notice, stood up obediently and reported softly:

“Teacher, there aren’t any seats left in the first row…”

He Bai looked at her steadily for a moment before finally parting his lips.

“Sit by me.”

His slender fingers twitched, weaving an imperceptible spell. The cushioned chair meant for the teacher shifted forward, right in front of the podium.

He had prepared a VIP seat just for her—and he even had a lofty excuse ready.

“Since you just transferred in, you’re already behind in progress. Sit up front where I can guide you anytime.”

Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes lit up, curving sweetly as she smiled.

“Thank you, Teacher He Bai!”

He Bai’s throat bobbed.

Hearing her soft, delicate voice call him “Teacher He Bai” —a title that carried both respect and a hint of forbidden distance—only made his heart beat faster.

Even the husky Aoyue noticed something was off this time.

He ground his back molars so hard they squeaked.

“That perverted old creep!”

Who would’ve thought that the normally uptight and prim He Bai, all gentlemanly airs, was rotten at his core?

Meanwhile, the completely unsuspecting Ruan Tang, all innocence and joy, happily carried her books and walked toward the VIP seat.

The chair was a little too tall for her petite frame.

Which meant everyone could clearly see her slender legs dangling in midair, unable to reach the floor.

Her ankles were pale and delicate, adorned with a red cord strung with a tiny bell—like a piece of art.

The chair itself was European-style, ornate and luxurious, its red satin cushioning making her pale skin glow like jade.

It was impossible to look away.

Wolf Jin’s face darkened as he walked to Ruan Tang’s side, glaring at He Bai with open hostility.

His gaze was sharp as blades.

He Bai, however, met it with his own cool, indifferent stare.

“Sir, since you’re not here for class, don’t stand in this area—you’re blocking the other students.”

Expressionless, he even pointed toward the corner of the room.

“That spot would suit you better.”

Wolf Jin’s expression grew uglier.

So that was his game.

He only wanted to separate him from Ruan Tang.

Ruan Tang looked at Wolf Jin’s right leg with worry.

The leg her brother had injured hadn’t fully healed, though he kept pretending it was fine.

Because of her “role,” she couldn’t show obvious concern, so she resorted to a harsh-sounding warning instead.

“You don’t need to stay with me in class. Go back to the dorm—I… I don’t want to see you.”

Wolf Jin lowered his gaze in disappointment, but he still insisted.

“It’s fine. I’ll just stand nearby. If you need anything, call me. I’ll always be here.”

With that, he turned and went to stand by the classroom window, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, his sharp eyes fixed on He Bai.

As if daring him to try anything improper.

He Bai’s brows creased, displeased.

Tsk. Stubborn man.

…

He Bai assigned some exercises, asking the students to complete them in class.

Ruan Tang bit the end of her pen, her soft, delicate face clouded with distress.

Oh no… she couldn’t even understand the questions.

What kind of alien script was this?!

A long, pale, elegant hand reached over, tapping gently at the page.

A low, crisp voice, cool but melodic, sounded beside her.

“Is there something you don’t understand?”

Ruan Tang lifted her gaze and saw He Bai leaning slightly toward her.

A strand of dark hair slid from his shoulder as his refined, handsome features drew so close she couldn’t look away.

Her cheeks flushed red as she whispered softly:

“I… don’t understand any of it…”

He Bai didn’t laugh at her. Instead, he pulled up a chair and sat beside her.

He began explaining in a low voice.

His tone was calm and patient, far gentler than usual, as he guided her carefully through the problems.

Ruan Tang caught the faint, elegant fragrance clinging to him. She liked it, and unconsciously leaned closer.

From the window, the scene stabbed at Wolf Jin’s chest.

The delicate, innocent girl all but nestled at the man’s side, her peach-blossom eyes bright as she looked up at him.

And though He Bai’s expression was cool, his gaze was tender.

The rest of the class had noticed too, whispering excitedly.

“Look! Teacher He Bai and Ruan Tang—oh my god, they look perfect together!”

“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Teacher He Bai look this gentle. Something must be going on between them!”

“Forbidden love, and it’s this sweet? Kill me now so I can cheer them on from the afterlife!”

Wolf Jin’s fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Yes… they looked like a good match.

He Bai was the youngest and most capable leader of the Crane clan.

Elegant, refined, with a spotless reputation and high regard in the beastman world—and he’d never once been close to any woman.

Anyone looking would say He Bai suited Ruan Tang perfectly.

Unlike him.

A cursed lineage. An inauspicious bloodline.

Just a guard dog bought by Ruan Chen and given to Ruan Tang.

He was nothing more than her dog.

Wolf Jin’s eyes burned crimson.

Even so… he would never give up.

So what if he wasn’t worthy now?

He would make himself worthy.

And one day, standing tall, he would hold her in his arms openly and proudly.

(t/n: He Bai is a crane beastman. In Chinese mythology, cranes symbolize purity, nobility, and long life, often tied to Daoist immortals. This is why his entrance is described as lofty and untouchable, like snow on a mountaintop. His refined appearance contrasts sharply with Wolf Jin’s feral, violent energy.)