Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 139

At the same time, Ao Yue was staring daggers at Ruan Tang in the front row—and at He Bai sitting right beside her.

His black pen scratched furiously across the exam paper as he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Damn it, it’s just explaining a problem—why does he have to lean in so close?!”

“And Ruan Tang, seriously! These problems are so simple! You can’t even solve these? You actually need someone to teach you? Idiot! Big idiot!”

He cursed twice to vent his frustration, then pouted in grievance.

“Why won’t she let me teach her? My grades in this subject are good too!”

“So? Is there anything else you don’t understand?” He Bai asked.

Ruan Tang said something, but her voice was too soft for him to catch.

He leaned in closer, one hand braced on the back of her chair as he bent toward her.

But his fingertips brushed against something unexpectedly soft and furry.

His body froze.

Slowly, He Bai lowered his gaze.

There—slipping out from beneath the hem of the girl’s skirt—was a fluffy little cat tail.

It swayed cheerfully, almost as if it had a will of its own.

Her skirt was lifted ever so slightly by its movements, revealing stretches of snow-white, delicate skin.

His breath caught.

“Teacher?”

Ruan Tang, oblivious, tilted her long curled lashes up at him and smiled sweetly.

“Thank you, Teacher He Bai, I understand everything now…”

He Bai steadied his suddenly unsteady breathing, chanting silently in his heart: Don’t scare her. Don’t scare her.

But the next second, that mischievous little cat tail lightly brushed across his palm.

A tingling shiver shot through him.

His eyes darkened.

Ruan Tang, still unaware of the looming danger, blinked innocently.

“Teacher? What’s wrong?”

His voice came out hoarse.

“You said you understood everything?”

Ruan Tang nodded.

“That’s right, I understand it all now!”

But his phoenix eyes glimmered with something she couldn’t decipher.

“I don’t think you understand yet.”

She blinked in confusion. “No, I really… mm—”

Her final syllable broke into a sudden tremor, spilling out as a soft whimper.

Startled, Ruan Tang slapped a hand over her lips, shocked at the overly sweet, alluring sound that had escaped her.

But it wasn’t her fault.

Because that pale, slender hand had suddenly closed around the vulnerable tip of her tail.

His calloused fingertips brushed against it.

She felt as if her most fragile place was captured in his palm, teased mercilessly.

Her strength gave way instantly, and she collapsed forward onto the desk.

Her peach blossom eyes brimmed with involuntary tears.

If not for the hand clamped over her mouth, she would surely have let out even more compromising sounds.

And He Bai wasn’t about to let her go. He leaned close to her ear, his breath fanning across her skin.

“Orcs must never reveal their half-beast form in public. Do you understand this lesson now, Ruan Tang?”

Her damp eyes shimmered, her flushed little face trembling as she desperately shook her head.

His voice dipped lower, smooth and magnetic.

“Still don’t understand? Then I suppose I’ll have to teach you again… more thoroughly.”

Whatever he did next left her trembling even harder, her body going weak against the desk.

Her ankles quivered, the little bell tied around them chiming faintly with each movement.

Hidden by the desk and podium, no one else could see what was happening.

When Lang Jin finally sensed something was wrong, all he saw was Ruan Tang suddenly slump onto her desk.

She looked unwell, half her delicate face buried in her pale arm, cheeks flushed, peach blossom eyes glazed with tears.

Beside her, He Bai appeared to be asking with calm concern if she was all right.

Who would suspect that, out of sight, that pale hand was still tormenting her fragile tail?

“Miss, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Lang Jin hurried forward, worry etched across his face.

“I… I’m fine, just a little tired…”

Ruan Tang lifted her shimmering peach blossom eyes toward him.

Lang Jin stiffened on the spot.

Her gaze was innocent, bewildered—but it carried an inexplicable hint of allure that nearly stole his breath.

Even Ao Yue couldn’t sit still any longer. He rushed over, frowning fiercely as he inspected her. His tone was gruff, but his worry slipped through.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?! Why’s your face so red? You’re not running a fever, are you?”

He reached out to touch her forehead—only for Lang Jin to smack his hand away, glaring a warning.

Then, softening his voice, Lang Jin coaxed her gently.

“Miss, let me take you to the infirmary to rest.”

But He Bai interjected smoothly.

“I’ll take her.”

Lang Jin’s brows furrowed, about to object—when a timid little voice cut in.

“I… I want him to take me…”

Her pale fingers pointed not to He Bai, nor to Lang Jin—
but to Ao Yue, who had been sulking on the sidelines.

Ao Yue froze for a full three seconds.

He tried to school his face, but the corners of his lips betrayed him, stretching upward until his grin could have reached orbit.

Every student saw it: the school tyrant Ao Yue was grinning like a fool.

Like an overgrown husky.

Ruan Tang’s reasoning was simple.

He Bai was the culprit behind her “illness,” so of course she couldn’t let him take her.

Lang Jin was the one she had to neglect and bully.

That left only Ao Yue.

Besides him, she didn’t know anyone else.

And little Tang Tang was still shy around strangers.

So Ao Yue, chest puffed with pride, nearly wagging his invisible tail, strutted forward with all the smugness in the world.

Though his mouth stayed stubborn:

“Ahem. Well then, I suppose Young Master will graciously accept the duty.”

Lang Jin and He Bai both sent him murderous glares, sharp enough to kill—
but they couldn’t touch him.

Because the soft little darling was already reaching her arms toward him, silently asking for a hug.

Ao Yue’s entire body went stiff.

Carefully, as though holding the most fragile treasure, he scooped her into his arms.

One hand supported her soft little bottom, the other braced her slender waist, his heart pounding like mad.

Her snowy arms curled around his neck, her sweet scent burrowing into his nose.

The fragrance muddled his thoughts, making it hard to keep his tail hidden.

How can she be this soft, this sweet, this intoxicating?

And her lips—pink, pouty, like ripe cherries. One bite and they’d surely burst with nectar.

He swallowed hard.

Then, under the icy glares of the other two men, he carried Ruan Tang out of the classroom.