You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

"Huh?" Lu Ci looked completely bewildered. "What trending post? Can't we learn guitar here?"

"I can learn it..." The receptionist pursed her lips, giving off an expression that said, "I know what you men are thinking."

She stretched out her finger, painted with red nail polish, and pointed to a corner at the very edge of the counter.

Lu Ci looked in the direction she was pointing.

On the table in that corner, there were countless takeout bags of all sizes piled up. A quick glance revealed at least twenty cups of high-end milk tea from various brands, and even a few beautifully packaged bouquets of flowers.

"These are all gifts that the male students from Jiangda University and the white-collar workers from several nearby office buildings specifically requested to be given to Teacher Qin, who teaches guitar."

The receptionist sighed helplessly and complained, "I have to say, you guys are really something. Teacher Qin is indeed as beautiful as a fairy, but she was originally supposed to teach high school students preparing for art college entrance exams. But ever since someone secretly took a picture of her and posted it online, now the beginner guitar class is full of grown men!"

The young woman became increasingly speechless as she spoke: "Nine out of ten people who come to sign up are there to get Teacher Qin's WeChat, hoping to become acquainted with her and pursue her. But Teacher Qin has a cold temper and completely ignores them."

"Those people hit a wall, took a couple of classes and felt hopeless, then came to the front desk every day demanding a refund... So, handsome, you're so good-looking, you probably don't lack girlfriends, right? Are you sure you want to sign up for the course?"

After listening, Lu Ci suddenly realized what was going on.

After all that, I realized I'd unintentionally stumbled into a "massive gathering place for simps."

However, he didn't care about any of that. It didn't matter who taught him or whether she looked like a fairy or a monster. He just wanted to get through the mission.

"I'll just sign up for a week's worth of classes and come for one lesson every day," Lu Ci said directly.

"A week?" The receptionist paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes inwardly.

Well, another one trying to pull a "short-term pick-up line." But it's a fool not to make money from this opportunity.

"Okay, the beginner guitar class is a small group lesson with one or more students, 230 yuan per lesson. If you don't have a guitar, you can rent one for 20 yuan per day. Seven days a week, that's 1750 yuan in total. Scan the code or pay by card?"

"Scan the QR code."

Lu Ci skillfully took out his phone and scanned the payment code.

After the WeChat balance was successfully deducted, the screen displayed "Balance: 965.50 yuan".

That one million yuan of system funds has all been thrown into the stock market and is waiting to see how it develops.

In other words, if he doesn't cash out his stocks within these few days, this former son-in-law of a wealthy family will only have less than a thousand dollars left of his entire fortune.

"Payment successful."

The receptionist quickly entered his information. Seeing how readily he paid, and considering his good looks, she became even more friendly.

"Handsome, you're going to miss your class today. But Mr. Qin's guitar lesson is about to end, it's in classroom number two at the end of the corridor. You can audit it first, and see Mr. Qin for yourself, so you don't make a wasted trip today."

As she spoke, the little girl winked at him playfully, giving him a "I'm a good friend, aren't I?" look.

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

Lu Ci felt somewhat helpless, but he was also genuinely curious about "Teacher Qin," who could make countless men drop out of class.

Following the directions from the receptionist, he walked down the corridor to the back door of classroom number two.

After the receptionist led him to the door, she turned around and went back to work at the counter.

The classroom was large, and the door was a thick, soundproof wooden door. Lu Ci stood outside the door and looked inside through the glass window in the door. Due to the angle, he could only see the back half of the classroom and could not see what was happening on the podium at all.

However, just looking at the students in the classroom was enough to shock Lu Ci.

In the large classroom, a dozen or so grown men sat properly.

There were young college students, white-collar workers in suits and ties, and even two middle-aged men wearing big gold chains.

Each person in the group was holding a wooden guitar, but no one was looking at the strings. Everyone's necks were stretched out, and their eyes were glued to the podium.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

Lu Ci muttered to himself, reached out and gently grasped the doorknob, pushed the back door open a crack, slipped inside sideways, and sat down in an empty seat in the last row, in the far corner.

His arrival went unnoticed by anyone, as everyone's attention was drawn to the person on stage.

After Lu Ci sat down, he finally raised his eyelids, looked past the rows of dark heads in front of him, and turned his gaze to the podium at the front of the classroom.

With just one glance, Lu Ci instantly understood what the receptionist meant by "looks like a fairy," and he also completely understood why all the men in the room were making such worthless faces.

On the platform, there was a tall wooden stool.

A young woman who looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old was sitting there in a languid posture.

Her appearance was extremely beautiful, possessing a gentle grace unique to the water towns of Jiangnan, yet also exuding a touch of artistic aloofness.

Her thick, black, curly hair, as thick as seaweed, was casually tossed onto one shoulder, revealing her long, swan-like, fair neck on the other side.

Below the corner of her right eye was a striking beauty mark that added an inexplicable allure to her otherwise aloof demeanor.

However, in stark contrast to her cool and alluring face was her extremely exaggerated, even provocative, devilish figure.

Today she wore an extremely fitted dark green V-neck knit short-sleeved top.

This material is extremely revealing, and she was also carrying a huge wooden guitar at an angle.

To demonstrate for her students, she leaned slightly forward, the back of the guitar pressed tightly against her chest.

In that instant, the V-neck knitwear was stretched into an extremely breathtaking arc.

At the neckline, large swathes of dazzling, snow-white skin, like the finest mutton-fat jade, were exposed to the air, and the deep cleavage appeared even more unfathomable under the pressure of the guitar's edge.

Even Lu Ci, a man who had just weathered many storms, couldn't help but pause for a moment when he saw this visually striking scene.

Not only that, the woman paired her outfit with a retro-style dark blue high-waisted skinny jeans.

She sat on a high stool, one leg resting on the stool's crossbar, the other leg dangling casually.

This pose perfectly accentuates her incredibly slender waist and exaggeratedly round and perky hips, while her long, straight legs seem to have nowhere to be placed.

Pure, yet alluring.

This is the first impression that "Teacher Qin" on stage gives.

"What I just explained was the fingering for C chord changes."

The woman's slender, pale fingers gently plucked the strings, producing a clear and melodious guitar sound.

Her voice wasn't loud, carrying a unique languidness and a slight coolness: "Don't memorize it by rote; pay attention to the pressure and angle of your fingers pressing the strings. Everyone practice on your own for two minutes first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chaotic chord-clattering sound filled the classroom. The group of grown men pretended to play chords while secretly glancing at the stage.

After explaining the exercises, the woman slightly raised her head, her cool gaze sweeping over the entire class.

Suddenly, her gaze paused slightly when it landed on the last row, in the far corner.

Below the stage, Lu Ci was resting his chin on one hand, looking at her calmly.

The two were separated by more than a dozen rows of seats, their eyes meeting.

Lu Ci's "youthful eyes," modified by the system and extremely clear yet unconsciously stringy, met the woman's gaze without any resistance.

The woman's movements paused almost imperceptibly.

A rare hint of surprise and unease flickered in those eyes that were usually calm and unwavering, eyes accustomed to all kinds of covetous glances.

But it was only for a moment.

She quickly and subtly withdrew her gaze, looking down at the guitar in her arms again, as if the eye contact just now was a trivial accident.

Lu Ci withdrew his gaze, glanced at the classmates around him who were still frantically swallowing their saliva, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on his lips.

This is practically a pervert concentration camp...