Chapter 312: Fair Skin, Beautiful Looks, Slim Waist, Long Legs

Boss Cutie

So it wasn't that the principal couldn't smile, it was just that he didn't smile at you.

Whoever saw it would have to say they envied Jiang Muye.

Of course, when the boys saw the beautiful Leng Ruoli beside Jiang Muye, their eyes went wide.

They had seen Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli together on the internet before, but Leng Ruoli was even prettier in person than in the photos.

Fair skin, a beautiful face, a slender waist, and long legs. It felt like she could pull off any style.

Fang Yu's legs weren't just legs—they were the spring waters of the Seine. They were so tender it was impossible to look away. Her leg shape was so nice, without an ounce of excess flesh. When she strode forward, it made people's breathing tighten along with her.

She was truly too beautiful.

You could play with those legs for a hundred million years.

Hmph, the hatred of having one's wife stolen was irreconcilable!

However, Leng Ruoli, one of the centers of attention, stayed nestled up to Jiang Muye like a little bird, holding onto his arm.

She wasn't affected by the gazes around her in the slightest.

She was used to it, anyway.

After all, wherever she appeared, all eyes were on her.

Not to mention that beside her stood such an outstanding Jiang Muye.

"Come, this is our Wall of Honor!" The principal led Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli to the most conspicuous display window wall on campus.

Jiang Muye caught sight of his own giant photo at a glance.

It was practically as big as the display wall itself.

Among all these outstanding students, he alone occupied an entire wall, with all kinds of introductions beside it.

Some even had his introduction different from the others—it was all gilded!

The principal said with high spirits, "Recently we're planning to spend a lot of money to hire someone to make a sculpture of you, right here at our school, so everyone can look up to you as a role model. What do you think?"

After hearing the principal's words, Jiang Muye broke out in a cold sweat.

In the past, he had been the dead last in everyone's eyes, a trash student who couldn't even get into a vocational college.

All along, he'd heard no end of criticism.

He'd written no end of self-criticism reports.

And now he had become an outstanding graduate, coming back to be commended and to give a lecture. It had already shattered his worldview.

Jiang Muye immediately said to the principal, "There's no need. This is fine as it is."

"No way. You're so outstanding, I need all the schools to learn from you~" The principal grew excited.

Not just the principal—even the homeroom teacher was excited. Somewhat proudly, she said to the other leaders and teachers, "Jiang Muye was brought up by me! He's the most outstanding graduate I've ever had!"

She couldn't have been more proud and smug when she said that. She was completely like a peacock spreading its tail.

Jiang Muye couldn't forget that this same homeroom teacher had confiscated his little h-book before, and had said he was the least motivated, and would be among the first batch to be eliminated by the school.

And yet only a few years later, was she getting slapped in the face this fast?

Jiang Muye decided to give the homeroom teacher a bit of face and said nothing.

Who would have thought these people would start fighting over him.

"Although I wasn't his homeroom teacher, I taught his elective course! Back then I saw at a glance that he was a dragon among men. Even the back of his head when he was sprawled on the desk sleeping was so handsome!"

"That's right. Other people sleeping is slacking off, but classmate Muye sleeping is him concentrating deeply on thinking about the philosophy of life—completely different from the other students!"

"Muye has brought glory to our school too. I even have Muye's photo hanging in my home now, so my son can learn from Muye and become a successful entrepreneur and bring glory to the school!"

"Come to think of it, although I never taught him, I saw him running at school before, and I even praised the kid to the principal, saying he had a future and was definitely a good kid. See, my mouth was blessed—I really called it!"

Jiang Muye: "…"

He and Leng Ruoli exchanged a helpless look.

Leng Ruoli let out a soft little laugh.

Having been laughed at by Leng Ruoli, Jiang Muye secretly pinched her waist.

Leng Ruoli's little face flushed bright red. She patted Jiang Muye's back with her small hand, hinting that he should behave.

Jiang Muye just chuckled, secretly delighted.

The principal's and teachers' chain of rainbow farts had given Jiang Muye an immune system.

Soon they arrived in the student auditorium. Jiang Muye had thought only a few dozen students would come to listen to his lecture.

Who would have thought the room would be completely packed, a full few thousand people, and some even had no seat and were sitting off to the side on little classroom stools they'd carried over.

Too exaggerated.

Jiang Muye was stunned as he walked forward.

The principal led Jiang Muye to the podium, while Leng Ruoli watched from below.

Jiang Muye looked at the pure and pretty Leng Ruoli gazing at him, and his heart fluttered like a little deer, throbbing with emotion.

In a crowd of people, no matter how you looked at it, his girlfriend was the prettiest.

Especially since her gaze was locked onto him. She was just too good-looking.

"This is your senior, Jiang Muye. He is an outstanding graduate of our school. It took me quite some time to invite him, and he squeezed out a tiny bit of time from his busy schedule to share his thoughts with everyone. You'd all better take good notes! No fewer than eight hundred words!" The principal's authority was strong.

The students below were full of resentment.

An eight-hundred-word note? That was way too much!

But when they saw such a handsome, extraordinary man standing beside the balding principal, they were instantly full of vigor.

Never mind eight hundred words—even ten thousand words would do!

Which girl's face didn't read "Little hubby, marry me!"

And more than half the boys' faces read "Hubby, fuck me!"

The principal yielded the floor to Jiang Muye. Seeing that Jiang Muye didn't even have a speech draft, his eyes immediately filled with admiration.

Worthy of the outstanding heir!

His brain was really something! Photographic memory, all remembered in his heart, able to recite it straight out!

As expected of a leader's bearing!!!

The principal shot a look at the recorder.

The recorder was already holding a laptop, ready to go.

From the very beginning, the school had planned to record everything Jiang Muye said, to become the school's life motto, and ideally to add it to the supplementary edition of the school rules so the students could memorize it.

Jiang Muye scanned the eager, knowledge-thirsty faces below, then picked up the microphone.

The whole hall fell silent.

Ears perked up, everyone listening to the speech.

The venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Your senior doesn't have much to tell you. Just study hard and make progress every day," Jiang Muye said into the microphone, concise and to the point.

The students below were astonished.

Seeing that Jiang Muye had no intention of continuing, they were dumbfounded for a few seconds.

That's it?

That short?

It was even shorter than the author's chapters!

Face the wall and reflect, deep self-examination! Essay warning!

After Jiang Muye put down the microphone, he gave the principal no room to think at all.

The principal's brain crashed on the spot, his mouth agape in astonishment wide enough to stuff an egg into.

"It's… it's over?" he asked.

Jiang Muye answered very frankly, "Yep, it's over."

The principal's next move exceeded his expectations. He actually…