You're testing my weakness with this?
What red-blooded bro could resist this trial?
"Yo, Jiang Feng, you're bleeding from the nose!" a classmate called out.
Heads turned, then snapped back to Teacher Kena like she was a Shiny Charizard.
Nosebleeds? Pfft, that's tame.
Last time, one dude got so hyped his veins popped, blood gushing like a Gyarados's Hydro Pump!
Jiang Feng chugged a deep breath of Miltank's finest to calm down, then stuffed tissue wads up his nose.
After a professional assessment…
Kena clearly loved her freedom.
How she defied gravity and kept Newton's coffin nailed shut? A mystery for the ages.
Jiang Feng stared, laser-focused, trying to crack the secret code of her curves.
"Pfft… perv!"
Mali caught him nosebleeding and still ogling Kena. She spat, fuming. Is it that good?
She glanced at her own —not small, right?
But, uh, crushed in comparison. A bit of a letdown.
Did hugging Morpeko flatten them?
Hmph, big deal—small's cute too!
That jerk Jiang Feng, fresh off their tongue TM session, was now bleeding over another woman!
Despicable!
Men are just big sweet potatoes!
"Bro, chill with the morning fire," Fatty Wei snickered from Jiang Feng's left. "Control yourself, my dude!"
Jiang Feng flipped him the bird. "You're laughing? Forgot who pinched your philtrum when you were hemorrhaging last time?"
That memory lit Fatty's fuse. "You dog! You call that help? You nearly caved my nose in!"
Was that saving me or a murder attempt?
Trying to inherit my 500-yuan Alipay credit?!
Jiang Feng waved it off. "Details, details. At least I've got a heart of gold, right?"
"Gold my Poké Ball! You shady geezer! Give back Kena's photobook!"
Jiang Feng crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Borrowed it fair and square—why return it?"
Real talk? He wasn't ready to part with it.
Kena's photobook was his nightly sermon, decoding the frequency of Borsalino's Water Pulse.
Fatty, that uncultured swine, wouldn't get the art.
Handing it over? Wasting a treasure.
Fatty shrugged, unbothered, and whipped out a new photobook from his desk, flashing it briefly before yanking it back.
Jiang Feng's eyes caught a glimpse—something rivaling Kena's…!
"If I pull out Ice Champion Korrina's uniform photobook, whatchu gonna do?" Fatty grinned, smug as a Smeargle.
"Ice Champion Korrina's photobook?!"
Jiang Feng's eyes sparkled. The Ice Queen, ultimate big sis vibes!
That figure, that poise, that mountain range even Flying Champion Lance couldn't soar over!
Everest-tier!
Kena's great, but Korrina? Might just top her!
And uniform? Cosplay is the GOAT!
Heart racing.jpg.
Fatty, loving the flex, kept it hidden. "Limited edition! Korrina's been MIA for six months. Hand over Kena's book, and we'll trade."
Jiang Feng hesitated. Trade or not?
Trading disrespects Kena's assets.
Not trading questions Korrina's heights.
Big vs. Big? Seems like a tie.
This was tougher than a Professor Oak quiz!
Screw it.
Kids make choices—I want it all!
Jiang Feng's face hardened. He slammed his ID on the desk and stood. "Teacher, I'm reporting!"
"Fatty Wei's reading spicy photobooks in class—shameless! Here's my ID!"
Fatty froze, then raged. You traitor!
"Teacher, Jiang Feng's doing it too—your photobook! Total sleaze! I'm reporting him!"
"Here's my lawyer's letter!"
Spicy photobooks?
Where? Links? Group chats? My buddy wants in!
The class erupted.
Kena paused, then glided over like a gentle Spring Breeze, approaching the duo.
Busted by Fatty's counter-report, Jiang Feng didn't flinch. Quick as a Ninjask, he snatched Korrina's photobook.
Fatty didn't stop him. This fool's still obsessing over Korrina's book at a time like this?
Caught red-handed now—good luck talking your way out!
"Teacher, it's in his desk!" Fatty pointed.
"Fatty, don't slander me! I'm Spikemuth's No. 1 romantic—why would I read photobooks?"
"Defamation! He's defaming me, Teacher!!"
Jiang Feng, all righteous fury, laid out his books for inspection.
Kena sifted through—nothing.
"No way, he stole my magazine!" Fatty was baffled.
He searched himself—still nada!
A whole magazine couldn't fit on him!
…
With no evidence, Kena, ever the serene Milotic, didn't get mad and resumed class.
Fatty was fuming—one Buddha ascended, another was born.
My Ice Champion photobook!
Total bloodbath loss!
"Confused, huh? Your boy's got magic!"
Jiang Feng smirked, glancing at the two photobooks chilling in his system storage.
Gotcha, Fatty—lost your book and your pride!
He casually pulled out Korrina's photobook, flipping through it right in Fatty's face.
"How'd you do it?! Where'd you hide it?!"
Fatty was double-dumbfounded. He'd practically checked Jiang Feng's underwear!
"Master's got his ways," Jiang Feng said, legs crossed, oozing main character energy.
And, gotta say, Korrina and Kena's builds? Weirdly similar… even their…
Both glasses girls, too. Just different faces.
Korrina's vibe was gentle and intellectual, with a Champion's aura.
Kena? Sultry, shrouded in a misty allure.
Right there, yet veiled in foggy beauty that hooked you hard!
Jiang Feng savored his spoils, lost in thought.
Then, ding! Kena… Korrina?
Hold up—big secret alert!
Korrina's been gone six months, and Kena showed up six months ago?
Champion hiding as a teacher?
But their faces don't match.
Maybe… not?
What's the tea here?
…
"Alright, class, today's topic: in Pokémon battles, what's most important?"
Students piped up, eager to flex for the hot teacher.
"Power, duh! Offense is the best defense—real men go hard!" a jacked dude roared.
"Nah, defense! Offense wins crowds, defense wins titles!" Fat Tiger countered.
"Rubbish! Intel's king—know your enemy, win every time!" Fatty Wei shouted, neck red.
"Jiang Feng, your take?" Kena asked.
My take?
Jiang Feng stashed the steamy photobook, stood, and locked eyes with Kena's face… then drifted lower.
"Teacher, I'm looking hard," he said, deadpan. "Can't stop looking—too much to see."