Zombie Bodyguard
Chapter 207 - 206 Fang Ming Got Drunk

Chapter 207: Chapter 206 Fang Ming Got Drunk

Lin Tian, in order not to let his classmates see, tried to slap his own butt with covert speed and quickness, but Zhang Lingyu still intercepted him. He had always known that Zhang Lingyu was no ordinary person, but he didn’t know anything about her background or the Ancient Martial arts she practiced. Take Xiao Manxue, for example, her Ancient Martial art techniques and the circulation of her True Qi all had an air of sharpness about them, clearly indicating she practiced swordplay.

"Lin Tian, do you find it thrilling to take advantage of me, huh? Let me give you something even more thrilling!" Zhang Lingyu’s mouth curled up in a slight smirk, a hint of purple light flickered in the depths of her eyes. An odd sensation appeared in the hand that grabbed Lin Tian’s wrist; a purple symbol that resembled the ancient character for "thunder" emerged in her palm.

No sooner had the "thunder" symbol appeared than Lin Tian felt as though his wrist was entwined by a live wire, a sharp pain spreading and numbing his arm. There were several light "zap" sounds as if electricity was passing through his arm, making Lin Tian shiver involuntarily and feeling as if all the hair on his body stood on end.

He quickly let go of Zhang Lingyu’s hand, subconsciously touched his hair, and then took out his phone to check; damn, his hair really did stand on end, naturally erect, saving on hair gel.

"Pfft..." Xiao Manxuan couldn’t help but laugh at his hair looking like it was in a rage, and Zhang Lingyu laughed even more triumphantly.

What the hell? How could his hair stand up for no reason? And what was that sensation of being electrocuted? A bunch of question marks crowded Lin Tian’s mind, and in the end, he could only attribute it all to Zhang Lingyu.

"Classmate Zhang Lingyu, why are you shocking me? Check me, am I carrying any weapons?" Lin Tian smoothed down his hair and looked Zhang Lingyu up and down.

"Hmph, just be careful. The power of my weapon is not something you can imagine, don’t think about taking advantage of me," Zhang Lingyu snorted, her tone carrying a warning.

"Yeah, your ’chest weapon’ is really powerful," Lin Tian glanced at her protruding chest and acknowledged.

Just as Zhang Lingyu was about to explode, the teacher for the second class entered, leaving her no choice but to sit down and glare straight at Lin Tian.

The class was for a math mock exam; now that the curriculum had been covered, all that was left to do was continuous review and constant mock exams, a state that would continue until the actual university entrance exam was over.

In the morning they had math, and in the afternoon English; the entire day was spent in exams. When school was let out, even the top students of senior three, class one, felt dizzy and overwhelmed. This was just a mock exam, the pressure would be even greater during the actual university entrance exam, making it a severe test of both the mind and body.

Driving back home, Xiao Manxuan and Zhang Lingyu sat in the back seat chatting endlessly as usual.

"Second Miss, I’m going out to eat tonight, so you don’t need to prepare my portion, and I need the car too," Lin Tian finally found a moment to interject.

"Oh, Sister Yu mentioned she wanted to come over to our place for dinner, why are you going out?" Xiao Manxuan turned her head to ask.

"Isn’t that perfect? She’ll eat more at ease without me there, always complaining I’m taking advantage of her," Lin Tian wasn’t surprised at all; after all, Zhang Lingyu had visited the Xiao family before.

Xiao Manxuan giggled, "Be careful, Sister Yu said she’s really powerful, be afraid she might beat you up."

It’s that I don’t stoop to her level, Lin Tian dismissed it with a nonchalant twist of his mouth and ignored the two women engrossed in their chat, focusing on driving his own car instead. After dropping the two beauties off, Lin Tian drove out again, taking the car to its limit on a straight road, unfortunately still falling short of a professional sports car.

When I arrived at the school again, there were very few students coming in and out of the school gate; most of them were likely having their meals. I didn’t have to wait long before Fang Ming appeared outside the school gate. I swung open the car door, stepped out, and waved, shouting, "Aunt Fang, over here."

"Xiao Tian, you’ve bought a car already?" Fang Ming’s question was the same as Liu Wenxing’s. They both thought it was my car.

"No, this car belongs to Xiao Manxuan’s family," I said honestly, admitting I was using the company car for personal use, which is generally only available to people at the level of the company president.

I walked over to the other side to open the door for Fang Ming, and after she was comfortably seated, I got into the car, started it up, and drove towards her residence, following her directions. She lived in a teachers’ apartment nearby the school. As the head teacher and a senior teacher, she was fully qualified to be allocated an apartment unit.

Her position in the school was clearly high, being the head teacher of a key class in the best key high school in the city. It wasn’t a role an ordinary teacher could handle.

We soon arrived at the teachers’ apartment, where I parked the car, and we took the elevator up to the eighth floor. Initially, I thought Fang Ming might be living with family, but as the door opened, it didn’t seem so.

The living room was simply decorated with a black and white coffee table and a light-colored sofa, all very tidy. But there was something missing—the feeling of a home. The decor was clearly styled for a single occupant.

"Is it strange that I live here alone? My family isn’t in Xikou City. Okay, have a seat, I’ll quickly cook a few dishes," Fang Ming said with a smile after closing the door and putting down her bag.

She was indeed quick at cooking. The clattering sounds from the kitchen were soon followed by the aroma of food drifting out, prompting me to take several deep breaths. By the time all the dishes were laid out, my appetite had been thoroughly stimulated by the good looks and smells of the meal.

"Xiao Tian, do you know why I invited you over for dinner?" Fang Ming opened a bottle of red wine, poured herself a large glass but didn’t pour any for me, and without waiting for my answer, she continued, "Because today is my child’s birthday."

She turned and picked up a picture frame from beneath the coffee table, showing a photo of a young man in military uniform.

Was this her son? I finally understood why Fang Ming had a special affinity for me; the young man’s smile bore a striking resemblance to mine, and we both had the healthy, tan skin.

"If he were still here, he’d be three years older than you..." Fang Ming’s eyes suddenly moistened, and she said in a low voice, "At sixteen, his father sent him to military training, and he became a regular soldier at eighteen. But that same year, he went missing during a mission and was never heard from again."

After speaking, Fang Ming tilted back her head and drained the glass of red wine. Not long after the drink went down, a blush crept over her fair skin, making her already beautiful face even more charming. It was clear she wasn’t someone who could hold her liquor.

However, considering her son joined the military at sixteen, Fang Ming’s background must be quite extraordinary. Perhaps she even fell out with her family and fled to Xikou City to teach, a way to distance herself from the heartache.

"Xiao Tian, eat up, don’t just sit there," Fang Ming said as she helped herself to another glass and drank it in one go, while I could only pretend to pick at my food.

After several glasses of wine, Fang Ming’s face grew redder, her eyes more glazed—drinking emotionally is the quickest way to get drunk, especially for someone with no tolerance for alcohol.

"Aunt Fang, that’s enough," I said, reaching over to take away her wine glass, but Fang Ming was thoroughly intoxicated, her eyes blurry as she lunged to take it back. I didn’t expect her to be so forceful, and suddenly I was knocked down onto the sofa.

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