Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 13 The New Devil Teacher

"Brother, why do you even bother with him?" Ye Yunqi spoke with visible irritation as she watched Ye Yu depart, her tone carrying a hint of reproach for Ye Fei’s kindness toward the man.

"He remains Uncle Er's adopted son, and Uncle Er holds him in high regard. It is quite possible he will be put in charge of the underground forces one day. What is the point of creating unnecessary friction?" Ye Fei explained, advising Ye Yunqi because he didn't want to cause Uncle Er any displeasure.

With a helpless sigh, Ye Yunqi conceded. Though young, she was aware that the Ye family's future authority might indeed end up with that obnoxious individual. This was only because her brother’s constitution was so fragile and the rest of them were women. When Uncle Er brought Ye Yu into the family, this had clearly been his intention.

As he forced himself to trek up to the fourth floor again, Ye Fei considered ditching his remaining classes. A physical education session was scheduled for the morning, and for someone like him, every PE class was a living nightmare. Their instructor was notoriously rigid, demanding three laps around the massive playground at the start of every lesson without fail. Since one lap exceeded 600 meters, three laps meant covering nearly two kilometers. Even without a time limit, it was a nearly impossible feat for Ye Fei. He usually spent the entire period struggling to finish and required a lengthy recovery period afterward.

Upon entering the classroom, he found Lin Ling already in her seat. Ye Fei noticed his desk had been wiped spotless, a task clearly performed by her. Despite her abrasive exterior, she constantly looked out for him in silence. It made Ye Fei feel that Lin Ling was more grounded than even the slightly older Ye Yunqi, though his sister seemed to be maturing lately.

Recalling Ye Fei's words from the previous day, Lin Ling’s cheeks flushed slightly as he walked in. Once he sat down, she pointedly ignored him to chat with Ye Yunqi. Accustomed to her cold shoulder, Ye Fei simply pulled out his phone to dive back into his novel.

The opening period was a language class taught by Yu Wuxia. Dressed as she had been the day before, she stood at the front of the room radiating a near-sacred aura. Her presence was so distracting that Ye Fei couldn't focus on his reading. Throughout the lesson, his eyes were drawn to Yu Wuxia’s impressive chest, tracking the way those massive curves swayed beneath her clothes with every movement. His pulse quickened as he compared her to Sis Siqi and his eldest sister. Having personally felt the eldest sister’s—which was perfectly shaped and felt incredible—he wondered how Yu Wuxia would measure up. These wandering thoughts caused a certain disobedient part of his body to react.

Fortunately, the following period was math, led by a grumpy old man. Ye Fei had no interest in him, allowing his physical excitement to subside quickly. He felt a sense of relief; the third period was PE, requiring everyone to head outside. Had the second class been with Yu Wuxia, he might have faced the embarrassment of walking out with a lingering erection.

When the third period arrived, the class was met with a surprise. The middle-aged man who had taught them the previous year was gone, replaced by a young woman in her twenties. She was a stunning beauty, rivaling Yu Wuxia in looks and physique, though her skin possessed a healthy, sun-kissed wheat tone.

As the bell rang, the students formed their usual ranks. The athletic beauty approached them, her short hair bouncing and her face set with a look of firm resolve.

"I am Tang Rou, your new PE teacher. I will be handling your classes from this point forward," she announced. Her voice was sharp, clear, and surprisingly melodic.

The students broke into enthusiastic applause. Not only was she beautiful, but her name—Rou—suggested a gentle nature. They assumed she would be lenient. The previous teacher’s two-kilometer runs had exhausted these wealthy, pampered students, and they were desperate for a change.

However, Tang Rou’s next command shattered their illusions of gentleness: "Class begins now. Start with three laps around the playground. The final ten finishers will be required to run an additional lap!"

Groans immediately filled the air. While the old teacher demanded three laps, he never set a pace. Now, they had to sprint to avoid the penalty. Ye Fei’s heart sank even further. He knew without a doubt he would finish last. Three laps was already a brush with death; a fourth might actually kill him right there on the track.

Despite their complaints, no one dared challenge the new teacher yet, so the group set off at a run.

Being one of the tallest, Ye Fei started at the front but fell to the very back within the first hundred meters. His "running" was little more than a fast walk, as that was the absolute limit of his physical capacity.

Tang Rou watched the students with a cold eye. Being new, she didn't know the medical history of her pupils. Seeing the tall boy lagging so far behind, she knit her brows and barked, "Pick up the pace! You at the back—with your height, aren't you ashamed to be the slowest?"

Ye Fei felt a wave of bitterness. He was already giving it his all. Why couldn't this teacher, whose name meant 'gentle' but whose personality was anything but, see that?

Noticing that her shouting spurred the others but the tall boy continued to crawl along, Tang Rou grew irritated. She yelled again, "Faster! The one in the rear—add three more laps to your total!"

Ye Fei stumbled, nearly hitting the dirt. Three extra laps? That was practically a death sentence! Yet, Ye Fei possessed a stubborn pride; he refused to back down in front of anyone except his family. If it was three more laps, then so be it. He was determined to endure.

He pushed forward with gritted teeth, hoping this brutal training might actually strengthen his body. Back at the military camp, everyone knew of his condition, and his aunt’s influence meant no one ever pushed him. He had always stopped whenever he felt tired. Perhaps this teacher’s merciless approach was exactly what he needed to break his limits.