In Class

Later, Violet and Shia crossed paths again, as they did daily.

As always, Violet exuded an untouchable elegance. Her silken silver hair, perfect posture, and pristine white stockings highlighted her ethereal beauty.

She was like an untarnished snow lotus, blooming on an icy mountaintop—distant and unreachable.

Shia, however, was no longer the same as before.

This time, he sat beside her with ease, a confident smile playing on his lips.

From afar, the contrast between the suave Shia and the dignified Violet seemed almost poetic.

Though wary, Violet couldn’t entirely ignore him. Her eyes remained fixed on her book, though her body subtly shifted to put more space between them.

Unperturbed, Shia greeted her warmly.

“Good morning, Violet.”

She stiffened but offered no response, her tension palpable.

The once-carefree boy had transformed, and Violet couldn’t help but wonder:

What on earth was this man planning?

"Why isn’t he sitting next to that girl, Rong?"

What’s he planning this time?

Violet's alarm bells were ringing like crazy, her gaze brimming with wariness.

If before she had silently tried to create some distance, now she was blatantly trying to keep away.

The last time he sat beside her, he did something so outrageous in class. And the time before that, when she thought she had the upper hand, she ended up being bullied even worse.

So what was he up to now? Hadn’t they agreed to stay out of each other’s way?

Her mind was spinning so fast with possibilities that she didn’t even have the energy to respond to Shia’s greeting.

Shia felt helpless. This time, he genuinely had no ill intentions.

He had already gone out of his way to act so "kind," so why was she even more terrified?

His gaze dropped to Violet’s hand, gripping the pen so tightly that her fingers were turning pale. How much force was she using?

“By the way, I’ve missed quite a few classes recently. Violet, could I borrow your notes to catch up?” Shia asked with a friendly smile.

Though inwardly resigned, he was still determined to salvage his reputation.

Violet nudged her notebook and textbook closer to herself, her eyes growing even more alert.

What does he want this time?!

Shia sighed, exasperated. “I really mean no harm.”

But it was no use.

The kinder he acted, the more Violet recoiled, her face filled with skepticism.

Her expression screamed, 'Do you even believe that yourself?'

She looked at him as if he were some dangerous creature, full of disgust and caution.

It was almost impossible for Shia to keep his composure.

Finally, he decided to drop the act altogether.

“Smack!”

Shia slapped his hand down on Violet’s plush, white silk-covered thigh.

Her full, luscious thighs quivered under the impact, jiggling slightly before the firm flesh pushed his hand back. The sensation was incredible.

Violet’s face instantly paled by two shades. She bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

She knew it. This scoundrel was up to no good!

Shia gave her a sideways glance and patted the seat next to him.

'Be good. Sit here.'

Though Violet looked utterly wronged, she obediently shifted over to sit right next to him, her body pressed close as if they were an intimate couple.

She had no choice; who knew what this guy might do next? He clearly didn’t care that they were in a classroom.

Shia seemed satisfied.

He suspected Violet might have some masochistic tendencies—she only seemed to behave properly when he bullied her.

The elegant and refined young man paired with the noble and untouchable princess: they looked like a match made in heaven.

But it was all just a facade.

Under the desk, Violet’s silk-clad legs were taut, the muscles in her thighs visibly flexing as she readied herself to flee at any moment.

If Shia dared to go too far, she was prepared to bolt.

Better to live and fight another day.

Did she really think Shia wouldn’t notice these subtle movements?

He merely cast a fleeting glance her way, then boldly placed his hand back on her thigh.

His lips moved slightly, his voice barely audible, meant only for the two of them.

“Don’t move.”

Violet pursed her lips, feeling both aggrieved and helpless.

'When did I move?'

'You’re the one acting out, not me!'

She sat still, full of pent-up frustration, looking every bit like a pitiful victim.

On the surface, she seemed obedient and meek.

But in reality, her mind was racing.

Did he really think he was the only one scheming?

Hah, naive!

The most cunning hunters often appear as prey.

While it might seem like she was being manipulated, Violet had her own plans in motion.

After a day of careful consideration, she had formed a strategy.

Running away wasn’t a viable long-term solution. She was the dignified Princess of the Silver Moon—how could she just admit defeat so easily?

Although she’d briefly entertained the idea of avoiding him forever during her low moments, after cooling off, she decided that wasn’t an option.

She wasn’t the same naive freshman who had just entered Seven Shields Academy.

If she was going to fight back, she’d have to do it subtly, without exposing her intentions.

The best strategy was to keep things as they were.

You think I’m trying to escape?

You think I’m scared?

That’s just what I want you to think!

Like now, by letting the enemy take the initiative and pretending to comply, she could get closer to him.

People are most prone to making mistakes when they lower their guard. That’s when they reveal their weaknesses.

And once she had gathered enough information, she’d strike back with precision and make him pay dearly!

With this plan in mind, Violet acted even more submissive on the surface.

She resembled a meek little wife who had reluctantly bowed to her husband’s dominance.

The once-pure Princess Violet had now mastered the art of deceitful scheming.

These hidden thoughts remained unknown to everyone. On the surface, their apparent harmony caught someone’s eye.

Ella, standing at the podium, watched the pair closely. She noticed every little move they made under the desk and their almost-too-close seating arrangement.

She silently shifted her gaze back to her teaching materials, continuing the lecture.

But her mind was weighed down by other thoughts.

Violet, as the Princess of the Silver Moon, was not only of noble birth but also one of the most outstanding freshmen this year.

Her status and potential made her a student worthy of great attention, whether for Ella’s undercover identity or her official role as a Seven Shields Academy instructor.

She had turned a blind eye to Shia’s past indiscretions, tolerating his misbehavior in the classroom.

But there was a limit.

If this continued—once, twice, or three times—it might draw unwanted attention to Violet.

And being noticed could lead to complications that no one wanted.

Ella sighed inwardly.

It seemed it was time to have a serious talk with her student.

Students should act like students—no bullying classmates, no overstepping boundaries.

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