Chapter 62: Slippery Unity

  Smooth water flows in front of two people.

  Wet clothes can only transmit heat but cannot isolate tactile sensations.

  Chen Yi's entire body tensed up, his muscles seeming to receive a command, and they all sprang into action. They gently collided with Jindal's body, making her go soft, softer.

  He wanted to get up, but Jindona was tightly holding his waist, trapping the two of them in the large armchair. Her legs were even stretched out and stuck to Chen Yi's legs.

  To sit up straight, Chen classmate had no choice but to put one hand on the armrest and stretch out the other hand to hold onto Jindouna's waist.

  At that moment, he really didn't want to get up, but some things that shouldn't have gotten up stood up by themselves and resisted all kinds of oppression and great mountains.

  The Korean beauty naturally felt the uprising activity below, but she was like all the people above, as if unaware, continuing to make relieving entanglement movements.

  The more action, the more friction; the more friction, the more intense the rebellion.

  Chen Yi unknowingly wrapped both hands around Jindona's waist, his lower body involuntarily pressing upwards.

  Once, twice, three or four times.

  Five or six times, seven or eight times.

  Nineteenth time.

  Nothing can be seen when inserted into the crack.

  Jin Douna's face turned red as she tightly grasped Chen Yi's waist, her hands digging deep into his flesh. She was both grabbing and caressing him, feeling the bulging muscles beneath her fingers, sensing the hot blood flowing through his veins like a wave of heat.

  The training method that Saint Knight had painstakingly developed was not yet used in a formal setting, but it first caused the Korean beauty to become infatuated.

  Her tight little butt also cooperated with a twitch, rubbing and trembling, enjoying...

  The breathing of two people was short and powerful, as if they were about to merge together.

  The clothes still separate them in between, acting as a hateful third party.

  But now nobody cares about it anymore.

  Chen Yi tightly wrapped his arms around that soft and slender waist, and pressed it harder against himself, so that the friction could be more intense.

  After a long while, Jindona's body went limp and collapsed onto Chen Yi's, her body convulsing irregularly. The latter's state wasn't much better, his entire body was wedged in the seat, with every muscle from top to bottom starting to ache, but he couldn't be bothered to move.

  He shifted his body slightly, and the girl above him bit her lip and let out a soft "hmm".

  Then Chen Yi moved again.

  Kim Duna suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on his shoulder, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

  At the same time, her hand went down again, wanting to take off that annoying casual pants and do something really good.

  When Jindona was about to touch her knee, Chen Yi suddenly woke up.

  He twisted his body with some tension, suddenly exerting great force, and finally straightened up the two people - what was called "straight", was just Jindona sitting on his thigh, while he sat up straight.

  "Does it hurt?" Jindona blinked her shining eyes, with a smile at the corner of her mouth.

  "Not really, just... " Chen Yi thought for half a day before finding the right adjective and said: "It feels like I'm drunk."

  "We didn't really do anything," said Kim Douna, her face flushing as she walked away from Chen Yi and covered her wet pants with her hand. "You go to the bathroom outside."

  She herself hid inside.

  Chen Yi smiled foolishly twice, only to feel dizzy and his pants were hot and stuffy. He lowered his head to take a look, and awkwardly put them away.

  When she came out, Jindona had changed into an orange T-shirt and was wearing tight-fitting shorts that exposed her snow-white straight legs, accentuating the most distinctive curve at the waist.

  Chen Yi, who had just experienced that astonishing force, looked him up and down with a conditioned reflex.

  "I'll send you back." Jindona felt that today's development had exceeded her expected effect, on the other hand, her usual training couldn't cover up her shy nerves, and the intense yet exciting movements made her need a good rest to think it over.

  As they walked along the road, Jindona asked again: "When you have time, can you take me to visit Jiangning?"

  "Good." Chen Yi felt he could only give such an answer.

  Mǐnī quickly arrived at Jiangning University, the beautiful Korean girl reluctantly sent him off the bus, holding his hand and placing it on her waist, saying: "You can't forget me."

  "Of course." Chen Yi's forehead was suddenly covered in fine sweat as he realized that the so-called "debt of love" referred to stirring up things that shouldn't have been stirred, and thus having to agree to things that shouldn't have been agreed to. It was just like how a child who wanted to sneak an ice cream would have to risk being punished by cleaning the fridge.

  Jindal was still a bit uneasy and didn't want him to leave immediately, so she lightly pushed him and said, "Can you help me buy a bottle of water?"

  As she spoke, she stole a light-colored lip print on Chen Yi's neck.

  The charming and beautiful demeanor of Chen Yi left many students enchanted, gazing at her with curious eyes. The latter was so embarrassed that she turned around and continued to run errands.

  Jin Douna leaned against the small cart with yellow and white stripes, recalling her work for the day.

  It was only a few short hours, but it took her several days' worth of time to analyze the data and set up plans. She didn't understand why Miss asked for this, but she had no choice but to use all her energy to complete the request.

  Chen Yi walked for over a hundred meters before finding a convenience store. He took out his phone and was about to dial when he heard a familiar tone behind him: "Hey, isn't that Chen Yi?"

  "Oh, Wang Zong?"

  "What's up, come check out our school." Wang Tong had a very friendly expression, and there were several students around his age beside him, but they weren't from Jiangning Middle School.

  Chen Yi nodded indifferently.

  "Is Jiangning University your dream school? The feeling of making a dream come true must be great." Wang Dong expressed his emotions with consecutive sighs, but somehow it felt a bit pretentious. It was as if a male peacock had just gotten plastic surgery and was looking for an excuse to show off.

  Chen Yi was somewhat impatient and thought: I have hundreds of millions of dollars in my hands, I'm busy, who has the heart to play house with you.

  So he just nodded and put the water on the counter, ready to check out.

  Wang Dong didn't get the expected answer, and wasn't annoyed. He said to his friends behind him: "You see, this is the famous Gaokao Sleep God. In one exam, he only used 20 minutes, and spent all the rest of the time sleeping. And yet, he still got into Jiangning University. Now he's even come to visit the campus. The Chen family is really something else, a true aristocratic family."

  This is a naked smear, others collude with each other, laughing and scolding the shameless behavior of the rich second generation and official second generation, as if they represent the people, while the other side is just a personal name.

  Chen Yi merely glanced at them and didn't say a word.

  If Chen Jiaruo can be defeated by verbal attacks, where is the qualification to stand in Jiangning. For the young masters of the aristocratic families, as long as they can do one thing well in their first half life - not causing trouble - it can be said that they have fulfilled their family responsibilities, and the rest are things that need to be done by the wise parents of the previous generation.

  Chen Yi now just wants to deal with the down payment issue of Xinbiyou, and then have a good sleep. He has no interest in Wang Tong's inexplicable strange words.

  Wang Dong is a boy with strong self-esteem, but due to his failure in the "Daddy War", although he has a rich second-generation identity, he does not have the qualifications of a noble family son, and therefore always has an inferiority complex. His meticulous sensitivity can be compared to that of a girl with allergies.

  His opponent's disregard was one of the things he hated the most, ranking 26th on his list of hateful things. Wang Tong recalled the details of his school days and couldn't help but laugh coldly, saying: "Chen Yi, I know you can go to Jiangning University, but what does that mean? Is its world ranking 100? 200? Or 250?"

  Chen Yi finally turned around, but still didn't feel like talking, only staring at him with her eyes.

  The Kingdom of Shengqiao had so many powerful figures who could kill or spare lives at will, and now looking at Wang Cang was like looking at a child.

  An 18-year-old uncivilized boy is just a child.

  Wang Dong remained silent, and a student behind him cleared his throat twice before saying, "Wang Dong just wanted to come over and congratulate us. We're all preparing to go to the United States, so we classmates will have fewer opportunities to meet in the future. Let's get closer and chat for a bit."

  "Oh, thank you." Chen Yi had roughly guessed something and deliberately didn't follow their script.

  Wang Dong finally understood and thought that waiting for Chen Yi to ask was impossible, so he simply said: "We will set off for New York in three days, Cornell University, ranked 15th in the world. Next time we meet, it's likely to be four years later. Chen Yi, I wish you a happy life at Jiangning University."

  After finishing speaking, it was as if he had let out a mouthful of stale air, Wang Tong laughed happily.

  A heartfelt laugh.

  A boy who won every battle in the elementary school era of "dad wars" can't tolerate losing every battle in the middle school era. Given that reincarnation is a one-time thing and doesn't allow for job-hopping or part-time work, Wang Dong has always been very hardworking and striving, so he's even more resentful about his own backwardness.

  Watching Chen Yi win the mock exam, watching Chen Yi become a high school god, watching himself work hard and still can't even reach the score of Jiangning University, Wang Dang finally chose to continue to pester his father.

  This time, the Wang family was lucky. A few friends had already prepared to send their children to study at Ivy League universities in the US and had completed all the necessary arrangements. Coincidentally, He Tao from the He family fell ill on the day of the college entrance exam and lost his chance to attend a good school domestically. After spending a lot of money, Wang Dong managed to catch the last bus for applications. All they needed to do was wait for the release of the college entrance exam results and then submit their application, after which they would be able to enter Cornell University.

  The legendary Ivy League school.

  "The village is hidden behind the willows, and another village appears." Wang Dang said with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "Jiangning University may be a good university in China, but such universities exist in every country around the world. Cornell University is different, it's one of the Ivy League schools, consistently ranked among the top ten in the world, and it's located in New York State. It's a world-class place, Chen Yi, I just wanted to bid you farewell."

  After finishing the last sentence, Wang Dong's mood was like a sunflower in June, his face almost turned upwards horizontally.

  "But... Jiangning University is a Chinese school, the most suitable school for Chinese students." A strange voice appeared, and it was none other than Kim Douna who couldn't wait.

  She said in a serious tone with a foreign accent: "I'm an exchange student from South Korea. Before coming to Jiangning, I received an invitation letter from Columbia University, which is also one of the Ivy League schools in New York State. However, I finally came to Jiangning University because I think Asian schools, Chinese schools have a completely different humanistic atmosphere than European and American schools, here we can cultivate our sentiment..."

  Kim Duna, with a purely emotional tone, thoroughly destroyed Wang Zong's coolness.

  Of course, what played a decisive role in the new function was Kim Da-mi's soft and slender waist, as well as Chen Yi's large hand that she had pulled over and placed there.

  One hand can encircle half of her waist.

  This is what it truly feels like to be relieved.

  ……