"Jiang Feng, come to my office."
Kena's gentle smile faltered, then she sashayed out, hips swaying, heels clicking like a Metronome.
Fatty Wei cackled, reveling in Jiang Feng's doom. "Oh, Jiang Feng, you're toast! Get ready to be roasted!"
"Pfft, it's just the teacher's office—not like she's gonna eat me!" Jiang Feng scoffed, strutting toward his fate.
Maybe I can finesse a kiss and pop a rare card!
A bombshell like Kena? Her exclusive card's gotta be S-tier.
Stack a few of those, equip Combusken, and he'd be tearing through Darkrai's trainer and stomping Champion Leon in no time!
But what's Kena's deal? Would she drop epic loot?
Musing over TV drama tropes, Jiang Feng's eyes gleamed with a plan. Time to borrow some veteran perv strats…
He knocked, flashed a sleazy grin, and sauntered in.
There, Kena leaned against the balcony railing, gazing dreamily at Spikemuth's towering mountain.
Sunlight filtered through her fingers, bathing her face in a golden glow.
"The sunshine's nice, isn't it?" she murmured.
Jiang Feng propped himself on the railing, sneaking a glance at a certain deep valley.
"Yep, sunny vibes, high peaks, flowing streams. A ridge from one angle, a peak from another."
You're eyeing mountains? I'm eyeing mountains—one's higher than the next!
"Shh…" Kena raised a finger to hush him. "Listen—the mountain's call, the water's whisper, the wind's caress… nature's breath."
Jiang Feng tilted his head, nodding like a bobblehead Ditto.
Eyes glued.
You're watching scenery from a bridge, but my scenery's you…
After a long moment, Kena snapped out of her trance, glanced at Jiang Feng, and glided to her desk, settling into her swivel chair.
She leaned forward, resting on the desk…
In that moment, Jiang Feng really wanted to be a desk.
Let her go!
Come at me—let me bear the unbearable pressure!
"Jiang Feng, you're quite the hider," Kena said, smirking.
"No way, I swear on your honor, that photobook's not on me!"
It's in my system storage, duh!
"You're swearing on my honor now?" Kena raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Feng shook his head. "My honor's kinda sus—yours is more legit."
Self-aware king!
This slick punk—cute face, zero shame.
Other boys stammered in her grandeur, but Jiang Feng? Smooth as a Gardevoir's gown.
Did puberty hit him with a Hyper Beam?
"Hand it over," Kena said, extending her hand.
"Sure thing!"
Jiang Feng reached out, clasping her soft, snowy hand.
Cool, smooth, silky—what a waste not screwing bolts in a factory!
Kena froze, her stunning eyes locking onto his.
Jiang Feng didn't flinch, flashing a sunny grin. "Teacher, your hand's so pale, slender, boneless—like the S-tier of jade hands! Paired with red nail polish, it's straight-up seductive. Gorgeous!"
No polish on the middle finger? My OCD's screaming!
He pouted, reluctantly letting go.
Any longer, and he'd miss tomorrow's sunrise.
Kena rolled her eyes, unbothered. To her, a teen boy… what harm could he do?
"So, how's my post-shower pic?" she asked, half-smirking.
What's that supposed to mean?
Is she teasing me to review it?
Jiang Feng's brain went into overdrive, spilling every poetic drop he had!
"Spikemuth's got a beauty, peerless and unmatched. One glance topples cities, another topples nations!"
"Snowy skin, stunning face, legs for days—curves front and back, gentle as a Milotic!"
"Half-veiled like a lute player, an angel descended from the heavens!"
Kena's smile widened. Who doesn't love a compliment from a cute guy?
Glancing at her hand, Jiang Feng added, "Your grace is a canvas, your charm a flower—three punches to KO a Gyarados! Lips untouched, two kicks to flatten the Elite Four!"
"But, Teacher, you're missing something," he said, feigning regret.
Kena, curious, bit. "What's that?"
Jiang Feng pinched his fingers, sage-like. "Seek the dragon, split the gold, read the mountain's coils—one twist, one gate; eight gates, eight perils, bound by yin-yang's form."
"I've done the math—your yin-yang's off… you're missing me!"
Yin-yang imbalance? Kena blinked, then burst into giggles. This kid's messing with me!
"Didn't peg you for such a sly fox," she said. "Where'd you learn those flirty poems?"
She loved the lines, jotting them down, her eyes sparkling.
"Your boy wrote 'em!" Jiang Feng puffed out his chest.
"You wrote those?"
Kena grabbed her mug, ready to brew coffee—elegance never goes out of style!
"Hold up, Teacher, let me handle that. Can't let you lift a finger!"
Jiang Feng snatched the mug, playing the eager simp. No coffee spill, no "accidental" moment!
And, whoops—accident incoming.
Coffee splashed onto Kena's chest, turning her Miltank-grade assets into a caffeinated mess.
Jiang Feng panicked. "Oh no, my bad! Let me wipe that off…!"
"I got it!"
Kena froze as his claws loomed.
She leaned back instinctively to dodge.
"Yah—!"
The chair, mysteriously nudged, tipped. She lost balance, toppling backward!
"Careful—!"
Jiang Feng lunged to catch her, but his Ash Ketchum physique failed—weaker than a Pecha Berry smoothie.
He didn't catch her, stumbling forward instead.
His hands landed… on the floor.
Thank Arceus, my Poké Ball-throwing hands are safe!
Ultra Ball, Master Ball, Great Ball—I've got the grip for 'em all!
Women? They'd only mess with my aim!
In that moment, Jiang Feng channeled Su Daren's ultimate vibe.
Can't see Lushan's true face…
(❍ᴥ❍)!!
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