Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 393
The P.E. teacher was still the same one from last semester—the one who was said to have been an athlete in the past.
There wasn’t any need for introductions or warm-ups. As usual, after jogging two laps with the teacher, everyone was dismissed to do their own thing.
On the grassy field in the middle of the track, Ning Chu sat in front of Wen Yang, comfortably leaning back against his broad chest. She closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle winter sunshine and his soft, warm embrace.
If only something hard wasn’t poking her lower back, it would’ve been perfect.
“This semester’s schedule is so light.”
“Yeah, only three classes a day! And on Wednesdays and Fridays, we can sleep in until ten. Just thinking about it feels great~”
Last semester, their schedule had been packed with four classes almost every day. In the cold mornings, they had to drag themselves out of bed, fighting both sleepiness and the warm pull of the blanket—every day felt like torture.
But ever since she started becoming a freeloader, she no longer had to worry about staying up too late or being sleepy the next day.
After getting “worn out” every night, she always slept like a rock—and woke up refreshed the next morning.
But Wen Yang soon ruined her good mood.
“The school requires everyone to take at least one elective.”
“Huh?”
“You need to complete three electives before graduation, or you won’t have enough credits,” he continued mercilessly. “And you also have to pass two professional certificate courses—which means extra classes.”
Ning Chu instantly deflated and slumped against his shoulder.
“The elective selection opens on the school website next week,” Wen Yang added. “I’ll remind you. We’ll just pick something easy.”
“Mm-hmm.”
A few classmates walked by carrying a basketball and called out, “Wen Yang! Wanna play?”
“Nope.”
They looked disappointed but quickly headed for the court, joking among themselves.
“He’s too busy keeping his girlfriend company~ No time for us anymore!”
“Damn! If I’d known last semester that Ning Chu was a girl…”
“Dream on. Go take a look in the mirror first. You think you’re anywhere near Wen Yang’s level? Or that you’d ever stand a chance with Ning Chu?”
“Why couldn’t she have stayed a guy?!”
Watching them walk away, Ning Chu couldn’t help but giggle. “Seems like they are a trap lover.”
“Probably just messing around.”
Like a lazy cat, she rubbed her head lightly against Wen Yang’s chest. His faint natural scent—hard to describe but not unpleasant—made her feel strangely safe. The winter sunlight bathed her pale skin and glossy hair in a soft golden glow, warming her chilled limbs.
She yawned contentedly. “Wen Yang, you’re not
also
a tomgirl lover, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“When I was still a guy, I always felt like you kind of liked me~” she teased, poking him in the side. “Then when you found out I was a girl, were you disappointed?”
“Uh… I’d say more like
thrilled
?”
“Oh, you!” Ning Chu glared at him playfully. “So you wouldn’t like me if I were a guy, huh?”
“???” Wen Yang blinked, confused. “But… I don’t think I ever really saw you as a guy?”
“...”
Wow. What a failure of a man she’d been.
She rolled her eyes at him, speechless.
Though, to be fair, back then her face had been soft and childlike—cute even. Not like now, when her features carried a natural allure, her whole body radiating sensual charm.
A strange guilt crept over her—like someone who knows overeating is bad but only feels remorse after gaining two or three hundred pounds… and then keeps eating anyway.
She sighed quietly.
At least she wasn’t pregnant or raising kids yet—she hadn’t fallen
that
far into womanhood.
“Wen Yang! Ning Chu!”
A mischievous voice called out, catching Ning Chu’s attention. She lifted her head, spotting the third wheel jogging toward them.
Zhang Shaoqing clearly had no awareness of being a third wheel. He plopped down right next to Wen Yang with a grin plastered on his face.
“Bro, can you believe it? Qian Qian hasn’t called or texted me for four hours!”
Wen Yang raised an eyebrow. “And you’re… happy about that?”
“Of course! I don’t even like her anymore. If I weren’t worried about hurting her feelings, I’d have broken up long ago. This whole ‘cold treatment’ thing is working just fine.”
Ning Chu turned her head away in disgust. As expected—hopeless. Qian Qian should just give up on this idiot already.
“Whatever you say,” Wen Yang sighed helplessly.
“Hey! You two coming to the dinner party tonight?” Zhang Shaoqing asked, then turned his grin on Ning Chu. “We’ll head to KTV afterward to sing. Don’t worry, no hostesses—just us brothers hanging out.”
“Yeah, right,” Ning Chu said flatly.
“Fine, don’t come then,” he said, pouting. “Wen Yang, man, aren’t you even a little tired of how strict she is with you?”
Trying to stir up trouble, huh?
Ning Chu picked up a small pebble and flicked it at Zhang Shaoqing’s face.
But the guy was ready—he leaned back just in time to dodge, then dramatically flopped onto the grass, arms spread.
“No, I’m fine,” Wen Yang said calmly, wrapping his arms tighter around Ning Chu. “It’s good like this.”
If he’d once had any complaints, they had all vanished after learning about
that
novel of hers—the one where he was the lustful, womanizing hentai bastard.
Just imagining becoming
that
kind of guy made him shudder.
Although, to be fair, a tiny part of him was still… curious.
Zhang Shaoqing sighed, staring up at the blue sky. “You know what’s weird? The less Qian Qian calls me, the more I kinda miss her…”
“You’re just asking for trouble,” Ning Chu said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t come crying when she finds a new boyfriend.”
“What? No way! I’ll break that guy’s legs!”
“Didn’t you just say you don’t like her?”
“…”
Hopeless. This guy’s completely hopeless.
Ning Chu didn’t even want to waste breath on him anymore. She pushed herself out of Wen Yang’s arms and stood up.
Her tone, sharp and annoyed a second ago, softened immediately when she turned back to Wen Yang. “Let’s go get some milk tea?”
“I can’t get up,” Wen Yang said lazily, still sitting on the grass. “Pull me.”
“You’re heavy!” Ning Chu grabbed his arm and dug in her heels, trying to haul him up like she was pulling a stubborn turnip.
But the grass was slippery, and no matter how hard she pulled, he didn’t budge an inch.
“Hurry up!” she huffed.
“Okay, okay,” Wen Yang laughed, finally standing. As he did, he casually brushed off the bits of dead grass stuck to her skirt—and gave her backside a friendly pat.
The familiar, springy sensation under his palm was… hard to ignore.
Ning Chu froze. A shiver shot up her spine, and her knees nearly buckled. Her face flushed bright red as she slapped both hands over her rear, glaring at Wen Yang in embarrassed outrage.
“Pervert!”
He blinked, confused. “Huh? I was just dusting you off.”
Her face burned even hotter. Grabbing his arm, she mumbled, “Shut up! Let’s just go!” and dragged him toward the edge of the field without looking back.
“???” Wen Yang was left bewildered but obediently followed.
Once they were gone, only Zhang Shaoqing remained on the grass, staring up at the sky—still debating whether he should text Qian Qian first.
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Chapter 393
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