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A cleaning auntie on the campus street quietly lifted her eyes, observing the two figures walking away.
She pulled out a walkie-talkie hidden in her sleeve and spoke in a low voice: “Principal Zhang, everything is normal today, except…”
“Except what?”
On the other end of the line, Zhang Shulan’s voice was slightly tense.
After all, this was a task personally assigned by the Queen and Mayor Song. She couldn’t afford the slightest negligence.
“Except… Princess Shishi—Miss Shishi’s outfit today is a little…” The auntie hesitated.
“Oh god… She’s not wearing any clothes, is she?”
Zhang Shulan was startled, her mind instantly flashing with many unspeakable images.
“Have they already reached that stage? This is way too over the line…”
The Queen’s own goddaughter, walking around campus wearing nothing at all…
Wouldn’t that disgrace the Queen’s dignity?
“No, no, no—she’s just dressed too… too… too sexy and cute!”
The auntie on the other end quickly explained.
Zhang Shulan breathed a sigh of relief, but her tone still carried reproach: “What exactly is she wearing? You startled me with all that fuss.”
“Her skirt is so short her thighs are exposed…”
There was a hint of embarrassment in the auntie’s voice, as if she were suppressing some strange excitement.
“Maybe I’m just too old to really understand this… this kind of thing.”
Zhang Shulan rolled her eyes and said into the walkie-talkie, “You scared me—I thought something serious happened. Just don’t bother with that kind of thing. As long as no one bullies her—as long as Song Qinghuan isn’t abusing her—that’s enough. Oh, by the way, did you get a good look? Are there any bruises on her thighs or arms? Like pinch marks?”
The auntie paused. “It’s fine. I didn’t see any marks. Her skin is fair and clean, very smooth. Except…”
“Except what?”
Zhang Shulan showed impatience again. “I really can’t stand it when you talk in halves.”
“Except… her skin is really white, like milk. And her butt… it’s so perky! Hiss—”
The auntie’s voice suddenly turned greasy, even carrying an obvious sensual curiosity.
As she spoke, there came a faint sound of swallowing, as if she were actually drooling.
“Damn it!”
Zhang Shulan suddenly raised her voice. “Is that something for you to comment on? Bastard! Am I asking you to check how perky her butt is? I’m asking if she’s injured!”
“No, no, no—rest assured, not a single injury.”
The auntie quickly guaranteed.
Zhang Shulan cursed her a few more times before hanging up the walkie-talkie.
She pressed her forehead and fumed inwardly: ‘Too much! What kind of perverted old woman did I hire? Seeing a young, beautiful girl and getting lustful—shameless! Hmph!’
Yet, as she cursed, when her eyes fell on a photo on her desk, her breath involuntarily hitched.
In the photo, Lin Shishi was smiling gently at the camera.
She wore a pure white dress, her twin tails softly draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were clear as spring water, her lips pink like cherry blossoms.
Beneath the hem, a slender, fair calf was revealed, her delicate ankle adorned with a pair of stylish strappy sandals.
Zhang Shulan’s fingertips gently traced the girl’s cheek in the photo.
She held back, but couldn’t help it.
Her throat moved slightly as she licked her dry lips.
‘I can’t be distracted… I’m the principal. How can I be bewitched by a little girl…’
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
‘Damn… I can’t help it. She’s really too… too beautiful.’
Zhang Shulan bit her lip, her eyes swirling with struggle and desire.
‘No, I have to go to her classroom and take a look… Even if it’s just from a distance to satisfy my eyes!’
With that, she quickly tidied her appearance, then hurried out of the office, taking the stairs in quick, small steps.
She walked briskly toward the classroom.
***
Inside the classroom.
This class was Chinese Language and Literature.
It was a subject Lin Shishi loved and was determined to make up for seriously.
After all, in the future, her identity would be a princess of a nation.
If she couldn’t even speak Chinese well and stumbled during speeches on stage, wouldn’t that embarrass the Queen?
But more than the language, what terrified Lin Shishi was another thing—she was naturally introverted, socially anxious, even somewhat autistic.
Such a girl, who blushed and stammered even when speaking in front of classmates, would one day have to stand before the people as a symbol of the nation and one of its leaders.
Just imagining that scene made her feel weak in the knees, wishing she could crawl into a hole.
That was why she longed to change.
She wanted to force herself to become stronger, more outgoing, more proactive.
Of course, this was no overnight task.
And fortunately—she could learn from Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan was outgoing and unrestrained, elegant and graceful, gentle and generous…
Everything about her was worth learning!
This was another reason Lin Shishi was happiest and adored Song Qinghuan the most.
A girl who was cheerful, extroverted, sometimes gentle and sometimes strong, charming and tall, full of intellectual allure—someone who combined so many wonderful traits was incredibly rare.
And such a person was now sitting right beside her, arm intimately around her waist.
Lin Shishi made up her mind to forever “cling” to her, never leaving.
She would follow all of Song Qinghuan’s requests, be the most obedient, most adorable little pet, win her favor, and then be gradually shaped and changed into a more outgoing version of herself.
This was the fantasy deeply rooted in Lin Shishi’s heart—a fantasy tinged with shame and longing.
It was undoubtedly “positive,” even her “ultimate dream.”
She, too, wanted to become a princess with elegant bearing and free-spirited demeanor.
But that step, for now, seemed far away.
Still, a person must have dreams, right?
In private, she could be a pampered and “teased” little pet.
But in public, she had to strive to uphold the dignity and grace of a princess.
…
Today’s lecturer was a young female scholar, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a refined temperament.
“Today’s text is relatively simple—‘The Peach Blossom Spring’ by Tao Yuanming, a famous Chinese writer and representative of the pastoral poetry school.”
On the podium, the teacher’s voice was soft and clear, pulling Lin Shishi’s thoughts back slightly.
The teacher continued: “Tao Yuanming was a poet and lyricist from the late Eastern Jin to early Liu Song period. His ‘The Peach Blossom Spring’ depicts an ideal world of peace, joy, and freedom. The prose is elegant with profound artistic conception, remaining beloved even after a thousand years.”
“Now I will read the full text aloud. Please listen carefully. Later, I may randomly call on students to read paragraphs aloud.”
As she finished, a slight stir ran through the classroom. The girls whispered to each other, seemingly both expectant and afraid of being called on.
The teacher opened her textbook and began reciting in a pleasant voice: “During the reign of Taiyuan of Jin, a man from Wuling made his living by fishing. He followed a stream, forgetting the distance traveled…”
Just as the teacher was reciting, the back door of the classroom was silently pushed open a crack.
Zhang Shulan slipped in sideways and sat quietly in the empty seat at the back row.
Her eyes instantly locked onto the two figures huddled together not far ahead.
From this angle, Zhang Shulan could clearly see Lin Shishi’s profile—eyelashes lowered, cheeks flushed with a lovely blush, pink lips gently bitten by her teeth, a look of shy yet forced composure.
And sitting on the outside, Song Qinghuan had a faint, almost imperceptible smile on her lips. The hand resting behind Lin Shishi’s waist gently caressed the fabric of her dress.
Zhang Shulan’s heartbeat began to quicken.
She immediately took a deep breath and thought to herself: ‘This little girl is really… so beautiful she steals souls. And Song Qinghuan is such a tease… always finding ways to flirt with the young girl…’
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