Oh, It's Sexual Desire (1V1) - Chapter 1

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-53: Chinese high school mathematics textbook

-First High School: prestigious or prominent high school, often the top or most prestigious high school in a city or region.

Lin Yuwen has been feeling a bit troubled lately.

“Lin Yuwen, Teacher Li wants you to go to the teacher’s office to pick up the papers.”

As the class monitor, Liu Yan entered the classroom carrying a thick stack of “53” exercise books. Lin Yuwen was slumped over her desk, feeling lifeless. She let out a cry and lifted her head, only to see the semi-transparent number floating silently in the air above Liu Yan’s head.

53.

Recently, she has been able to see things that she shouldn’t have seen.

Liu Yan herself was completely unaware of this. After tossing the pile of exercise books onto the podium, the number above her head shook and became 52.

So, what exactly is this number?

This question had been bothering Lin Yuwen for several days without an answer. As she lifelessly stood up and walked passed by the podium, she glanced past it and was dazzled by the various numbers in the classroom.

Everyone had one, without exception, yet they were all different and seemed to keep changing like a counter.

Lin Yuwen left the classroom and arrived in front of the teacher’s office. She was about to knock on the door, but suddenly someone opened it from the inside.

It was Mu Lan, he was dressed in the same white school uniform as the other students. His uniform buttons from the fifth button on the chest up to the first one at the collar were neatly and elegantly secured in their buttonholes. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses firmly perched on his high nose, and the lenses emitted a cold glow that radiated a sense of distance.

The air of this person matched the excessively abundant air conditioning in the office, but Lin Yuwen noticed the number above Mu Lan’s head right away.

9.

Indeed, this person had maintained the lowest recorded number that Lin Yuwen had observed over the past few days.

While others had their minimum numbers fluctuating between 30 and 50, this person had consistently remained in single digits. To the extent that, initially, Lin Yuwen had even considered the possibility of that number being related to the national high school ranking.

“Excuse me.”

His voice was deep and soothing, Lin Yuwen watched as the number above Mu Lan’s head suddenly jumped to 45. She quickly turned to the side to let the academic genius go first.

Even though the meaning of this stupid number was entirely unknown, somehow when it was hung above Mu Lan’s head it was able to make her nervous and create a strong sense of pressure around him.

Lin Yuwen lowered her head and felt her heart pounding in her throat. She continued to follow Mu Lan with her eyes for a few steps, then she noticed that the number above his head began to drop rapidly, like an avalanche. By the time he turned at the end of the corridor, it had steadily settled back to a single-digit value.

Why is the stupid number above incredible people also incredible?

First High School is located in the old town area, and it doesn’t have dormitories. So a lot of students go home to eat for lunchtime, only a very few students stay at school at this time, mainly due to the distance between their house and this school. Lin Yuwen is one of them.

At lunchtime, Lin Yuwen went to the small convenience store in front of the school to buy a piece of meat floss bun. She then returned to the classroom to eat and investigate the matter of the numbers above Mu Lan’s head. She felt that merely guessing wouldn’t be enough, and it would be more reliable to conduct an experiment herself. As she entered the classroom and hadn’t even reached her seat, she unexpectedly saw her experimental subject sitting at his desk, taking a short nap with a single-digit number still hovering above his head.

Mu Lan’s seat was next to the window, the window was slightly open and a gentle breeze came through that gap, gently rustling his bangs on his forehead.

It has to be said that good-looking people, no matter what they do, seem like a painting no matter what they do. Even when they’re dozing off in the classroom, it’s as if they’re frozen in time, resembling the male protagonists from Girls Manhua.

It seems like every school has that one dominant figure who is excellent in academics, good-looking, multi-talented, and effortlessly cool, cool enough to meet the standards of every girl’s idea of a male lead in a romance novel.

Many girls might develop a crush on such a charismatic male lead, Lin Yuwen didn’t want to be conventional, but she couldn’t help it.

At lunchtime, the school building was deserted. The classroom door behind her suddenly closed quietly by a gust of wind. The lights hanging from the ceiling swayed gently, and Lin Yuwen suddenly felt a bit hot.

‘Come on, Lin Yuwen, this is the moment to put your thirst for knowledge into practice!’

Suddenly, a voice erupted in her mind without warning, like a heavy whip striking the back of Lin Yuwen’s head. It left her feeling dizzy and disoriented, with her thoughts in chaos. Only her legs still working subconsciously moving forward.

When she regained her senses, Lin Yuwen found herself sitting in the seat next to Mu Lan.

The elegant young man showed no signs of waking up. He leaned against the windowsill while his hand supported his temple. He took off his silver-rimmed glasses and put them aside, softening the usual aura of coldness and indifference that kept people from approaching him.

Lin Yuwen couldn’t help but stare at Mu Lan’s feather-like eyelashes for more than ten seconds, yet he remained completely still.

“Mu Lan?”

She called out softly, but the young man still didn’t respond.

In Lin Yuwen’s mind, a series of thoughts raced as she nervously stuffed the recently bought meat floss bun into a drawer. Her hand hovered in the air for a while before finally landing gently on the young man’s thigh.

She only made brief contact before jumping away like a frightened frog. During this process, she had even contemplated how she would explain everything if Mu Lan woke up. However, the young man’s slumber seemed unexpectedly deep.

‘Lin Yuwen, you are such a pervert!’

She cursed herself in her mind, but her hand, still covered with the spirit of seeking knowledge, once again touched Mu Lan’s leg.

‘I’m shameless, I have no shame. I’ll just touch it a little bit. Please, don’t wake up!’