I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The boy silently followed behind and watched.

The girl quickly finished checking one drawer, then opened the next one, her eyes scanning it rapidly.

The boy seemed to understand something, and said seriously, "Teacher Shen, if you really want to vent, you can do it to me, don't do this."

"Shut up, Cheng Feiyu has no right to interfere with what I do." The girl didn't even look up, showing no politeness whatsoever.

“Yes, Teacher Shen is free.” The boy continued to observe her.

Soon, the girl reached into one of the drawers, took out a piece of white fabric that looked so delicate it was indescribable, unfolded part of it and covered her palm, examining it under the light.

The translucent, thin fabric clung to the soft flesh of the girl's small hands, like a layer of gentle white mist enveloping them, making the pink skin texture hazy and exuding an indescribable aura of purity and beauty.

"Is this the ultra-thin one the vixen was talking about?" The girl turned her head, her sharp gaze piercing the boy, her expressionless face making it impossible to guess her thoughts.

"More or less," the boy said calmly.

Although Nagasaki Asuna wore even thinner ones, they covered her milky white, delicate, and shapely legs. They were so thin that they were practically non-existent, and one might even feel that they would be punctured if you used too much force, making one question the purpose of wearing them.

The girl stared intently at the fabric in her hand, her pure, dark eyes unblinking, her small face revealing a visible struggle.

"Teacher Shen, you really don't need to take Nana's words to heart. In my eyes, you're already very cute." The boy spoke up at the right time.

"I told you to shut up." The girl gritted her teeth, seemingly even more displeased.

The boy's expression hardened.

"Get out," the girl said softly again.

"Huh?" The boy didn't react for a moment.

"I told you to get out." The girl glared at him fiercely and then slammed the curtains of the dressing room shut.

Through the shadows peeking through the gaps below, the girl appeared to be completely still.

The boy took two steps back and stood a little further away to wait.

A moment later, the shadow peeking through the crack moved, and a rustling sound came out.

The boy thought for a moment, then seized the opportunity to send a message to his tea ceremony teacher via WeChat.

"Idiot, are you alright?"

"It's nothing? Anyway, it's her who's angry, not the cat."

"Why don't you come stay at my place tonight?"

"No, the cat wants to sleep in her room."

The reply came quickly, though it sounded somewhat stubborn.

"Whatever makes you happy."

Considering their feelings, the boy decided to give up trying to stop them.

As for whether the Protoss Queen will be angry when she finds out tomorrow, he's not going to consider that for now.

"So what is she doing? Why is Cheng Fei still messaging the cat?"

"It looks like she's wearing your clothes."

"Looks like you're scared after I've talked you out of your wits, huh?"

"Just let her go."

"She's been bullying the cat all along. It's one thing to do that kind of thing in the cat's room, but when she got caught, she just went even further. She keeps saying she acknowledges me as her girlfriend, but she's just trying to get revenge. What a petty person."

"Just rest for now, we'll talk later."

"Okay~ By the way, Cheng Fei."

"What's wrong"

"Is she going to wear cat-patterned tights?"

"Can you read minds through walls now?"

"It's not mind reading, it's just that cats can't wear anything other than socks, which are for their lower body."

"..."

"Cheng Fei, will you promise the cat something?"

"What"

"When you see her wearing cat clothes, you should think of what a cat looks like, okay?"

"..."

"White cats are the purest, most obedient, and will do whatever you ask of them. Aren't they the most pampered by their owners?"

As the boy looked at the words on the screen, he could almost hear the sweet girl's soft, gentle voice, as if she were reciting a self-evident universal truth.

At that moment, faint footsteps could be heard coming from the dressing room.

"She's out."

The boy replied with lightning speed, put away his phone, and waited with his hands in his pockets.

A small hand reached out from the dressing room, grabbed the edge of the curtain, paused for a moment, and then, with a determined look, pulled it open with a whoosh.

The aloof girl appeared before the boy, but instead of looking at him, she turned her head to stare at the wall beside her. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her face was tense, and her slender body stood still, as if waiting for something.

The boy's gaze fell on her and froze.

Theoretically speaking, the girl's appearance has not changed much compared to before.

Her long, dark hair was once again tied into waist-length pigtails, revealing a blush around her ears.

Sakura's school uniform remained unchanged. Just as Nagasaki Asuna had expected, the girl wasn't foolish enough to try on clothes that didn't fit her figure at all.

But the beautiful artwork beneath the school uniform skirt is different from anything before.

The slender, elongated figure was accentuated by the semi-transparent, thin white fabric. Far from being bulky, it made the exquisite perfection of the fabric all the more apparent, like a 3D model that didn't exist in the world. The already dazzlingly white skin, without any embellishment, revealed a faint pinkish hue beneath the fabric. The delicate texture blocked the view, and although the girl herself had a cool and pure temperament, the fabric was also spotless. The combination of the two created a strange sense of allure, as if inviting one to explore the unseen but equally tightly wrapped depths, which was completely different from the feeling given by over-the-knee socks.

Noticing the boy's gaze, which seemed to be drawn to her like a magnet, the girl turned to look at him, narrowed her eyes, and revealed an indescribable chill on her pretty face. She clenched her small hands and took a half step back, as if she had an urge to run away immediately. She barely managed to hold back and said in a cold voice, "As expected."

Her snow-white neck twitched, and her voice trembled slightly, "From the very beginning, you said you wanted to see me in white stockings, so this is Cheng Feiyu's deepest delusion? Making girls dress up like this is disgusting, really disgusting."

With her little hands covering her chest and mouth, it wouldn't be surprising if she vomited at any moment.

"Teacher Shen, I was just talking casually, it wasn't that exaggerated." The boy tried to look away, but his eyes still lingered on that pure white figure.

"Still being stubborn." The girl took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly, as if being wrapped in that white cloth was some kind of extreme humiliation.

With great difficulty, she finally stepped forward and stood in front of the boy, raising her chin to look at him, her voice cold and stern, "Trash, look at me."

The boy met her gaze, glanced down, then quickly looked back. "What's wrong, Teacher Shen?"

The girl paused for a second, then grabbed his arm with her small hand, pressed her forehead against his chest, and said in a voice that was hard to understand, "Tell me, how do I compare to that vixen now?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Each has its own merits."

The girl's eyes narrowed where he couldn't see her, then she took a deep breath, as if relieved, and looked up at him with a cold expression.

The boy noticed the gaze and said cautiously, "Of course, if Teacher Shen wants to hear a detailed evaluation, I can also offer different perspectives..."

"Shut up." The girl glared at him without any politeness.

The boy shut his mouth in a second.

"Anyway, the result is already written on Cheng Feiyu's face. He's hopeless trash. Today, I'll just satisfy your delusions." The girl gripped his arm tightly, her tone filled with resentment through gritted teeth. It was unclear whether she was angry at him or someone else.

The boy decided to give up arguing.

"You self-righteous vixen, so what now? Don't think you're so great." The girl muttered to herself in the same tone.

The boy opened his mouth, but struggled to suppress the urge to speak.

"Trash, come here." The girl glared at him again, then pulled him away with her small hand in an undeniable manner.

Then, the girl pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, stood in front of him, looked down at him, and her eyes darted around anxiously.

"Teacher Shen, won't you sit down?" the boy hesitated.

As is her usual practice, she would sit sideways to make it easier to move around.

The girl stared into the void and fell silent, her stubborn, pink lips tightly closed.

"Teacher Shen?" The boy could only look at her.

"Trash, do you want it or not?" the girl spoke again, her voice becoming barely audible.

"Do you want to?" the boy asked, puzzled.

The girl took deep breaths, her small hands clenching tightly, "Put the little cutie down there."

"Huh?" The boy was stunned.

"Anyway, you can't see clearly like this. As long as you promise not to take advantage of the situation, you can put the little cutie down there like you did with the vixen before." The girl had a reminiscing expression on her face, and her tone was somewhat intermittent.

The girl recalled that she had indeed seen Nagasaki Asuna folded up in a previous meeting.

"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?" the boy asked cautiously.

"Heh, Cheng Feiyu, don't you want to?" The girl looked down at him, her cold laugh sounding forced, then turned her face away. "To completely control a lady like Xiao Ke'ai, turning her into someone she can't escape from, and then..."

"And then?" The boy looked at her, his gaze shifting to the delicate, beautiful white artwork before quickly returning to her face.

The girl swallowed hard, finding it increasingly difficult. "Then, you can put it in your mouth. Isn't that what Cheng Feiyu wants? This little cutie is not only small and soft, but also white. It's just right for Cheng Feiyu's absurd fetishes. He'll probably even think it's a precious delicacy."

"Teacher Shen, it's not that bad. Actually, I'm not that bad." The boy shook his head seriously.

"Shut up, dare to argue again?" The girl glared at him.

The boy zipped up his mouth and gestured for the speaker to begin.

"Since you like it, you'll be allowed to try it to your heart's content this time. Little Cutie will be watching you from below, watching your disgusting behavior. You can just let Little Cutie despise you and do whatever you want." The girl's flat chest heaved dramatically, as if she was having difficulty breathing just by speaking.

He paused, then suddenly sneered, "Let that vixen see how infatuated Cheng Feiyu is with Xiao Ke'ai. What she has to go to great lengths to achieve, Xiao Ke'ai can do with ease. So what if she's his girlfriend? She'll never be able to compare to him in her entire life."

Seeing the girl's smug expression, as if she had already won, the boy dared not speak.

After being precisely provoked by Nagasaki Asuna, the girl was completely out of her mind; he was certain of that.

"Alright, let's begin." The girl took a final deep breath, walked away from him, and went to the bedside to look at the pillow that belonged to the sweet girl.

After sitting down and thinking for a moment, he didn't take off his black uniform shoes, but instead lay down and twisted around to adjust his position.

Then, she hugged her knees and stared at the ceiling, her pure, dark eyes unblinking, slightly unfocused, as if she had given up thinking. Her cold little face was as solemn as a martyr.

The boy looked at her and froze.

He remembered something: when he entered the room last time, the girl had already given up on some things, probably because Nagasaki Asuna couldn't see them anyway, and she never recovered.

The boy couldn't help but recall a scene from a certain day in early spring.

In the light drizzle, he walked under the cherry blossom trees at the entrance of Yinghua School with an umbrella.

Through the rain, everything was hazy and indistinct. The flawless pink and white cherry blossoms on the branches, after being soaked by the drizzle, had a beauty that was hard to look away from.

1055. Women's arguments never end.

The aloof girl who used to be someone you could only look up to now gives off a completely different vibe.

Although her pretty face remained cold, when the girl hid half her face behind her rounded knees wrapped in white cloth, revealing only her pure, dark eyes gazing at the boy, like a small animal hiding in its nest, her cautious expression carrying a certain unease, worried about being forced to do something bad, it immediately made one aware of her fragile, delicate nature.

The boy froze, slowly taking off his spotless black uniform shoes.

He remembered the sweets he had bought before. He opened the delicate packaging, and the small, soft, pink and white pastries were revealed, each one distinct in the semi-transparent bag.

Shen Xi took a deep breath, squinted at the boy staring at her, her small face showing undisguised strong disgust. She twisted her body as if to avoid him, but because of her defensive posture of hugging her knees, she had nowhere to escape.

"What disgusting trash! How obsessed must he be with this cutie to stare at her like that? I don't even want to think about what he'll do next. I feel like throwing up." The girl hugged her knee with one arm, desperately covering her mouth with her free hand, her delicate brows furrowed as she looked at him.

"Shen Xi is just too cute." The boy tried to hold her hand, feeling her indescribably soft body, and sighed.

"You hopeless rat, put me wherever you want. Anyway, my little cutie can't move now, so I can only watch you like this and use my little cutie to satisfy your disgusting fantasies." The girl's eyes flickered, and she gave him a symbolic kick.

"Can I pinch your cheek?" The boy tentatively reached out his empty hand towards her.

"As expected, they are always insatiable aquatic mammals. They won't let the little cutie go from head to toe. I can't understand how absurd their inner world must be to think like this." The girl took a deep breath, feeling like she was desperately trying to endure it. "Oh well, it's already like this. The little cutie's perfect round face is definitely not going to escape either. As long as they don't go too far, let Cheng Feiyu do whatever he wants."