The bus horn blared, the school bus at the school gate slowly started, merging onto the main road leading to New York City.
On the bus.
The students watched the city scenery whizz by, unable to suppress their excited and joyful feelings, and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.
"Quiet down! Everyone, please quiet down!" Counselor Roth, accompanied by a very young teacher, stood on the bus platform next to the driver's seat. He put down his thermos, which had a picture of the Silver-Haired Goddess on it, and called out to the noisy carriage with a megaphone.
The students in the school bus immediately quieted down, curiously looking at the young teacher they had never seen before.
Gwen, as the class monitor, clearly knew more information and whispered to Vincent next to her, "That's the new assistant counselor."
At this moment, Counselor Roth, with a bit of a tough-guy vibe, grinned and said, "Hello, everyone, I'm sure you all know who I am. But I'll introduce myself again—I am the counselor of this class, Lot Harrington. You can call me Teacher Harrington, or just Counselor."
The male Counselor Lot Harrington clapped his hands enthusiastically, "I am responsible for arranging all matters for this class's group outing. I am both a teacher and a tour guide. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me. Don't be shy!"
"Also, I'll tell you a secret: I'm a loyal fan of the Silver-Haired Goddess!" Counselor Roth chuckled.
With a photo of her directly on his thermos, who wouldn't know this so-called secret?
However, Counselor Roth's last joke immediately drew laughter from the students in the bus, breaking down barriers and bringing him closer to many of them.
In one of the back seats, Vincent patted his forehead, looking utterly resigned.
There's no need, no need at all...
"By the way, let me introduce you." After creating a friendly atmosphere, Counselor Roth immediately patted the young man standing next to him: "This is my temporary assistant, and also the co-counselor for this class's trip."
"Introduce yourself to the students," Counselor Roth gestured with a raised eyebrow.
The young man, with a hint of sexy stubble, nodded. He took a step forward, standing where the students on the school bus were focused, and suddenly spread his hands with a serious expression: "Hello, my name is Quentin Beck. You can also call me 'Mysterio.' Actually, I am a transmigrator from a parallel Universe!"
"..."
All the students on the bus were stunned.
Vincent's eyes widened even more, staring intently at the young man.
No way, did I meet someone from my hometown?
Bang!
Counselor Roth lightly patted Quentin Beck's head and explained with a helpless expression, "Everyone, please forgive your co-counselor; he's a bit—chuunibyou."
Quentin Beck smiled and said, "How was my acting just now? It was quite realistic, right? My childhood dream was to be an actor, a Hollywood stuntman."
The students looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
"Don't let him fool you," Counselor Roth interjected to smooth things over. "He's currently applying for a position at Stark Industries. Perhaps, soon after serving as your co-counselor, he'll be joining Stark Industries as a technician!"
Stark Industries? Technician?
Upon hearing this, the students applauded with admiration and longing.
At Stark Industries, no matter the position, they are among the top in the world. Most importantly, the salary is definitely not low. And a technician, its value is absolutely higher than a university Professor's position!
Vincent subconsciously rubbed his nose; he seemed to have banished that big shot from Stark Industries to another dimension.
Although, at that time, it was in a three-in-one state...
After the two counselors finished their introductions and blended in harmoniously with the students, the school bus quickly entered the highway, and the interior gradually quieted down.
A school bus is not as fast as a plane or a train; it takes at least three to four hours to reach New York. The curtains on both sides of the windows inside the bus were drawn, making the light inside much dimmer. Many students were sleeping with their eyes closed or playing on their phones, and the only sound was the hum of the school bus.
Vincent had originally wanted to lean back and take a nap. At this moment, Gwen from the seat next to him leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Remember what we talked about the day before yesterday?"
"The day before yesterday?" Vincent was startled, then quickly remembered that Gwen wanted compensation...
"What compensation do you want? Just say it," Vincent readily agreed. "A childhood friend is like a sibling, after all."
"When I got on the bus just now, I think I twisted my ankle a bit; it hurts," Gwen said softly, her face slightly flushed, a little embarrassed to speak.
"That's a small matter, what kind of compensation is that? Put your foot up, and I'll rub it for you," Vincent said directly, without overthinking.
"..."
Gwen hesitated for a moment, then bit her lower lip slightly, firming her inner resolve.
The beautiful short-haired girl sat in the window seat, so she turned her side away from the drawn window curtain, reached down, and took off her black ankle boots. She slightly pulled up the hem of her denim shorts with her hand, lifted and bent her feet, and gently placed them on Vincent's lap in the adjacent seat.
Vincent froze.
In fact, from the moment Gwen took off her boots, he realized something was off.
Perhaps it was due to the warmer weather.
Today, Gwen's outfit consisted of a dressy top and denim shorts, with black tights for warmth covering her feet.
So.
Now, when Vincent looked down, he could see a pair of beautiful girl's legs tightly encased in thin tights.
Vincent wasn't a foot fetishist.
But at this moment, his heart suddenly began to pound faster, and his eyes held a hint of astonishment.
Gwen's legs were already long and slender. Upon closer inspection, her calves were even straighter and more delicate, presenting a perfectly graceful and flexible curve from her thighs to her ankles.
And the most beautiful part of her legs, which even Vincent usually couldn't see, was now visible.
That is the girl's small and exquisite feet. Wrapped in high-quality black silk, her five toes resembled slightly glowing jewels, with not a single curve out of place, perfectly like a work of art.
"It's right there, where I twisted it," Gwen said, with her own little thoughts, pointing to her right ankle.
"I understand," Vincent took a deep breath, calming himself.
Gwen is like a sibling, Gwen is like a sibling...
Vincent silently repeated, then resolutely reached out and grasped Gwen's right foot.
The girl's foot was very small; his hand could completely envelop it, like holding a warm, smooth jade.
Vincent, with a burst of determination, gently massaged the girl's small right foot.
Gwen's face was already flushed with shyness; the thing she had just proposed made her feel truly a bit too bold.
And the moment her foot was grasped and massaged by Vincent.
The girl's body stiffened, and a strong, electric shock-like sensation shot through her foot!
"Wait, wait..." Gwen bit her lip tightly, almost unable to resist leaping straight out of her seat!
Here's some animal knowledge.
A spider's feet are most sensitive.
Because on their thighs, they have sensitive vibration receptors that allow them to detect any slight movement transmitted through the silk under their feet.
Clang!
The school bus suddenly jolted violently, startling many students, and the driver's apologetic voice came through: "Sorry, students, the bus was going too fast."