Counterfeit Hero

Milan has been the professors’ favorite in the academy since she was a child; bullying Fatty in the laboratory is second nature to her. Fatty has always been the slave while she is the slave master. She just wanted to tease this Fatty who had disappeared without a word, but who knew Fatty was so afraid of death. When someone fired at him, he lost it and ended up pinning her down and spanking her.

Milan was momentarily stunned as Fatty’s hand landed on her sensitive area. She felt both embarrassed and angry, unable to say a word from the strange feeling induced by her first physical contact with a male.

Fatty, who was riding on Milan and had just slapped her a few times, suddenly came to his senses and realized things were getting worse. After a while, he felt like he shouldn’t let Milan get up, but also knew he couldn’t just sit on her forever. If he let her up now, the impulsive moment might cause unimaginable consequences. Fatty hesitated, feeling the increasingly heated and tantalizing sensation beneath him.

Their intimate contact made the atmosphere in the room gradually sizzle with awkward romance.

Finally, Milan struggled a bit, her face flushed red with rage and embarrassment. She shot Tian Xingjian a fierce glare and cursed, "Fatty, haven’t you had enough? Get off me already!" The word "Fatty" rolled off her tongue softly and sweetly. Realizing the peculiar emotion in her words, Milan bit her lip and buried her face in her arm, motionless.

Fatty, utterly helpless now, hurriedly rolled off her and scrambled to the door. Just as he touched the doorknob, Milan shouted from behind, "Fatty, try running and see what happens!" Fatty let out a long wail, stopped, and began trembling, wishing he could just die and reincarnate.

Milan stood up, straightened her messy clothes with a reddened face, poked Fatty’s forehead with her finger, glared at him, and said, "You’re useless! Bullying a woman? Just see how I’ll deal with you later. Now, let’s go see the professor." She grabbed Fatty’s hand, dragged him out of the room, and headed toward Boswell’s lab. Milan’s thoughts were a mystery as her face turned crimson, her transparent ear roots flush with vibrant redness. Her small hand gripping Fatty’s trembled slightly under many watchful eyes. Initially, she maintained a calm facade, but gradually sped up, nearly running as they crossed the laboratory hall and burst into Boswell’s private lab.

The mad scientist Boswell was busy with an experiment when he heard the door open. He looked up at the two disciples with odd expressions for a while and asked, "What were you two up to? Why are your faces so red?" Tian Xingjian almost went mad. This old man always hit the weakest spot. Milan stomped her foot in embarrassment, gave Fatty a fierce look, and ran off.