The School Beauty Became My Live-in Maid to Pay Off Her Debts-Chapter 13 - Wing Chun and Spaceship Piloting

The next day, Lin Shuang had back-to-back classes, his schedule packed from morning till night.

Of course, the most important task of the day was to follow System Lady's lead and at one o'clock in the afternoon, venture into the unused classroom to uncover what awaited.

Lin Shuang was curious about what could possibly be waiting for him.

He'd considered checking it out in advance, to scope the place, yet he worried it might affect the trigger of the mission.

In the morning, Lin Shuang attended his favorite class on the history of literature and diligently took notes all morning. After eating a bowl of noodles in the cafeteria (with egg and chicken leg, topped with the tastiest yellow flower vegetable sauce), he leisurely headed towards the designated location.

Arriving at the fifth floor of the teaching building, right at the end was the abandoned classroom. The timing couldn't be any more perfect—it was exactly one o'clock.

Lin Shuang glanced from outside; the windows of this classroom were tightly covered with heavy curtains, and layers of dust accumulated on the window panes, indicating long-time abandonment.

Striding up to the door, Lin Shuang's hand on the doorknob felt a calm pulse, only slightly quickened from his walk over from the cafeteria.

Then, he opened the door.

A warm breeze of early spring instantly filled the classroom, lifting the curtains and a girl's skirt hem.

Yes, there was a girl in this abandoned classroom.

She wore a knitted top paired with a short skirt, with half-faded black stockings hanging around her knees. She was facing away from Lin Shuang, leaning on a desk corner, drifting around aimlessly.

She was so utterly engrossed, so lost in herself that she didn't even notice the door had been opened nor that someone was live witnessing her.

A soft ponytail tied to one side with a pink bow fluttered with her movements.

The girl sometimes sang out loudly and at times crooned softly, moving in harmony with the desk corner as if a tribal priestess from ancient times was conducting some mysterious summoning ritual.

But the well-read Lin Shuang immediately realized what she was doing! Wasn't this the Round Table Knight?

He never would have imagined that System Lady led him here to witness such a scene.

Could it be he opened the door wrongly? Did he directly enter the second dimension?

The girl's mysterious ritual grew more intense, seemingly approaching the final movement.

Lin Shuang subconsciously felt a bit uneasy, trapped in a dilemma, just when System Lady timely popped up.

[Choice initiated]

[Option: Stay in place and wait, reward: Master level Wing Chun, triggering subsequent plot A]

[Option: Silently leave the classroom, reward: Master level spaceship piloting, triggering subsequent plot B]

What even is spaceship piloting? Unless System Lady includes a spaceship, what use is this skill?

Surely he won't step out of this classroom into a world that has fast-forwarded to the space age?

Lin Shuang decisively chose to stay and wait, lightly closing the door behind him.

It wasn't that he wanted to continue observing the girl's mysterious ritual; he was merely curious about Wing Chun.

As the last high note trembled to an end, the girl's mysterious summoning ritual finally concluded.

She lay exhausted on the desk, having used up all her mana, sadly summoning nothing.

From behind, Lin Shuang gave the girl's figure a full score.

How should one describe it? Like a queen bee, slender in the middle, big at both ends, big, big, big.

The situation now was somewhat delicate.

It wasn't appropriate for Lin Shuang to initiate a greeting; he could only wait for the girl to notice him.

Fortunately, he did not have to wait long.

The girl stretched lazily on the table, flaunting her perfect curves and finally turned her head, meeting Lin Shuang's gaze.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Before this, Lin Shuang had always thought he was the creator's masterpiece.

Who would have thought that the creator still had a hidden card up his sleeve?

The girl's face was startlingly beautiful, with a residual blush as if cut from the most enchanting sunset.

She seemed a Heavenly Immortal drunk on beauty, blindly crushing the mundane heart.

Upon seeing Lin Shuang, her gazes flickered with confusion only for an instant; her bored expression quickly became lively.

It was probably the overindulged girl finally finding a new toy, showing a fascinated expression.

She tilted her head toward him, and her side ponytail fell, just like the golden willows by the river, "Is it pretty?"

Lin Shuang sincerely nodded, "It's beautiful."

The girl propped her hands and sat on the table.

Lin Shuang noticed a puddle of water beneath the table leg.

It resembled an umbrella that had walked through a curtain of rain, leaving behind traces indoors.

But it had not rained these past two days.

The girl's delicate, jade-like fingers lazily rested on the black stockings hanging on her knees.

Her movements were graceful, as elegant as if performing some stage play, slowly removing the pair of black stockings.

"As a gift for our romantic encounter, I'm giving this to you."

Lin Shuang's Adam's apple gently moved; he glanced at the system interface—Master level Wing Chun was loaded, but there were no hints about what the next scene would entail.

What level exactly is a master level Wing Chun? Could it contend against Master Ye from the movies?

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He stood still without a hint of emotion, saying, "To meet is fate, no gift is needed."

The girl twirled the stockings on her finger, still smiling as she looked at him, "Being rejected doesn't feel too good."

Her voice was slightly hoarse. Despite the physical distance, her voice seemed right next to his ear, as if whispering intimately.

"Or say, handsome, do you just want to help a poor girl like me?"

Help with what? Help her with some mysterious summoning ritual?

Outside the window, at Huai City University, the afternoon class bell had already sounded, playing a gentle song.

It appeared that Lin Shuang, the top student in terms of GPA, was going to skip class.

He smiled, "I think we could change locations, to have a deeper interaction."

"But I think it's more thrilling here," she said.

The girl crossed her long, fair legs, her toes painted with red nail polish hooked towards him, "At least accept my gift first, making a beauty wait too long isn't gentlemanly."

She rose from the table, holding the black stockings in hand and slowly approached him with graceful steps.

Truth be told, Lin Shuang would usually avoid such crafty girls when outside.

A boy must always protect himself when outside.

But now, everything was for the chance to cure Yan Han's sister's eyes.

Lin Shuang silently stepped forward, intending to receive her gift—the black stockings.

Just as he was about to touch them, the girl's wrist deftly flipped, and a dagger sliced through the stockings, its tip suddenly thrusting downward towards him.

A blinding cold light flashed by; Lin Shuang, possessing master-level Wing Chun, tactically leaned back just enough to dodge the dagger's blade.