Help! The Professor's Legs Are Longer Than Her Life

On a stormy night, I’m changing a flat tire on a stalled Maserati when the window rolls down and reveals our university’s ice-cold professor, the stunning-legged Lu Qinghan.

“Need a hand, student?” Her cool voice cuts through the sound of the rain.

My foot slips, and I hit my head on the car door.

Before I pass out, all I see are her black-stocking-clad legs slamming on the brakes beside my face.

The next day, the whole campus is in an uproar: the campus heartthrob was knocked into the infirmary by Professor Lu!

Later, she gives me makeup lessons to make up for her “crime,” but finds the sketch I drew of her profile during class in my desk.

“Not bad,” she says, her ears turning pink as she tears up the drawing. “Come to the lab tonight… for your cleaning duty.”

Later, I catch her secretly wearing the coat I left behind.

I gaze at her long legs in black stockings and swallow. “Teacher, I came first in the class this time. Is there any special reward?”

In class, she lectures with her usual cool professionalism, but beneath the lectern her hand secretly scratches my palm. “You little rascal, which do you want first, your diploma or your marriage certificate?”