Starting Off By Confessing To My Classmate's Mother

Gu Wanzhou's fingers were long and slender, their porcelain-white smoothness glistening under the moonlight. They looked like a masterpiece sculpted by an artist, delicate yet elegant.

After carefully trimming the nail on her right middle finger, she admired her handiwork. It was perfect. For her, trimming just one nail was enough.

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The next day, without a system task to keep him busy, Li Zhiyan decided to take it easy. He spent the day lounging at the internet café with Li Shiyu, grinding through Dungeon Fighter Online and relishing the carefree days of youth.

Summer felt especially vibrant this year. The combination of the alluring fragrance of mature women and the raw energy of youth made everything seem more vivid.

Having the system was truly a blessing. It let him live his favorite kind of life—a laid-back one.

Unlike the typical reborn protagonists who obsess over seizing opportunities and capitalizing on every business trend, Li Zhiyan preferred a simpler approach. Life without stress was the most enjoyable.

At noon, Li Shiyu crossed the street to buy two portions of fried rice. Afterward, his wallet was nearly empty. He returned with a bottle of cola and a bottle of mineral water, handing the ice-cold cola to Li Zhiyan.

"What's this? You're not drinking cola?"

"I'm sick of it."

Li Zhiyan chuckled. He could see right through his friend's pretense.

"Cut it out. Here, take this."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out five hundred yuan, placing it on the table in front of Li Shiyu.

The nearby kids who were also gaming glanced over, their eyes sparkling with envy.

"Bro, you didn't swipe this from an auntie, did you?" Li Shiyu whispered, his tone half-joking. "Don't scare me, man. I don't want to see you strung up from the ceiling fan and whipped with a belt."

Li Zhiyan laughed. He understood the context. For students, five hundred yuan was an astronomical sum.

"Relax. My mom's not like that."

"Take it. Use it if you need it, and pay me back whenever. I recently worked as a translator and made a few grand."

"You've always been good to me. Why wouldn't I help you out?"

Li Shiyu's eyes widened in disbelief. The only thought running through his head was: Bro, you're amazing!

One year of using the grenade launcher in CrossFire only cost 176 yuan. Five hundred was enough for several years!

"Dude, you're not pulling anything shady, are you? You don't even speak English that well, and now you're a translator?"

"Hey, don't underestimate me," Li Zhiyan replied with a smirk. "I'm not an English translator; I do French. Want proof?"

Without waiting for a reply, he rattled off a fluent sentence in French.

Li Shiyu's jaw dropped. His once skeptical gaze was replaced with sheer admiration.

"Holy crap! You're like the hidden dragon of our class. Forget Liu Zifeng—he's nothing compared to you!"

"If you pulled this move to woo Yu Sisi, you'd win her over in no time!"

Li Zhiyan shook his head. Changing a simp's mindset wasn't going to happen overnight.

"Forget Yu Sisi. I'm not chasing her. I'm after her mom."

Li Shiyu paused for a moment before nodding sagely. "I see. That's the ultimate revenge against Yu Sisi."

"Still, Liu Zifeng's another one of your enemies. Why don't you go for his mom too?"

"Why not?" Li Zhiyan replied casually.

Li Shiyu slapped his thigh. "You're a legend!"

"Also," he continued, "don't forget about the class leader's mom, Liu Yaolong. That guy's been nothing but trouble for us."

Liu Yaolong had always been a thorn in their side. As the class monitor and the teacher's pet, he often bullied Li Zhiyan, piling on extra chores and making life difficult.

Whenever Li Zhiyan was ordered to sweep the courtyard or clean the classrooms, it was Li Shiyu who would silently grab a broom and help out, just so his friend wouldn't feel so alone.

"You've seen Liu Yaolong's mom?"

"Yeah," Li Shiyu nodded. "She came to school once to deliver some study materials. You were out sick that day, but let me tell you—she's stunning."

The word "stunning" made Li Zhiyan perk up. He mentally added the class leader's mom to his list.

"Hey, five bottles of cold cola!" Li Zhiyan called out to the café manager, handing over a 20-yuan bill.

When the drinks arrived, he pushed them toward Li Shiyu.

"Drink up. We've got the whole afternoon ahead. Let's make the most of it."

Friendships like this were rare, and Li Zhiyan cherished his bond with Li Shiyu deeply.

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Just then, a familiar figure stepped into the café. It was Jiang Xian, the teacher's wife. She wore a loose white T-shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt, accentuating her curvaceous figure.

"Mrs. Jiang, here to find someone again?"

She nodded. Her gaze landed on the stack of 100-yuan bills on Li Shiyu's desk. Seeing the younger boys' envious stares, she couldn't help but comment.

"Li Shiyu, you've struck it rich, haven't you?"

"Not really, Mrs. Jiang. This is from Zhiyan. He lent me the money."

Jiang Xian turned her attention to Li Zhiyan, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Zhiyan, you've been working part-time?"

She knew about his family situation. It had always pained her to see her husband make things difficult for the boy just because his family couldn't afford to bribe him.

"Mrs. Jiang, my bro here is amazing," Li Shiyu interjected before Zhiyan could answer. "He taught himself French and works as a translator. He's already made tens of thousands!"

"Tens of thousands?" she repeated, astonished.

"It's true," Li Zhiyan said modestly. "I've been picking up small gigs here and there."

Mrs. Jiang's expression softened. "That's incredible, Zhiyan. You're really something else."

Her admiration was genuine. An 18-year-old self-taught in French, earning tens of thousands—it was unheard of.

"I should keep in touch with him more often," she mused.

After she left, Li Shiyu turned to Zhiyan with a serious look.

"Bro, I've been thinking. Your class teacher's another one of your enemies. The best way to get back at him is to go after his wife. Mrs. Jiang is gorgeous."

Zhiyan couldn't help but smack him upside the head. Ever since that trip to the spa, Li Shiyu's inner 浴皇大帝 (Bathhouse Emperor) had fully awakened.

"Let me get this straight," Zhiyan said dryly. "Your idea of revenge is for me to seduce every mom or wife of my enemies?"

Li Shiyu nodded earnestly. "Exactly! That'll deal the biggest blow to their pride."

"And seriously, Mrs. Jiang is stunning. If you don't make a move, it'd be such a waste."

He raised his soda in a toast. "Bro, do it. Win her over!"