The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Professor Fu, Will You Teach Me Biology?

She didn’t move as explicitly as described in the book. Instead, she simply gazed at her quietly, from head to toe, yet Ruan Siyi felt as though her entire body was being tangibly touched and caressed by that gaze.

This feeling was uncontrollable.

“Sister Fu…”

Fu Ru’an didn’t speak. She only leaned closer. As the distance between them narrowed, Ruan Siyi could do nothing but nervously shut her eyes, her eyelashes trembling helplessly like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

“Don’t…”

Fu Ru’an’s hand suddenly gripped her chin. In the dim light, only their silhouettes were distinct, like a stark sketch—sharp angles like jagged blades slicing through the paper.

Ruan Siyi could feel Fu Ru’an’s breath with absolute clarity, the damp warmth brushing against her face.

This distance was too dangerous.

So close that, in the next second, their lips might meet, just like the female lead and Carly in the book, entangled beyond separation.

But that soft sensation never truly descended.

With a sigh from Fu Ru’an, something heavy slapped against her cheek.

—It was that erotica novel disguised under the cover of a high school physics textbook.

Ruan Siyi opened her eyes and saw Fu Ru’an’s cold expression. Whether it was her imagination or not, those obsidian-dark eyes seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

“Why did you close your eyes?” Fu Ru’an’s voice was tinged with the chill of moonlight. “Did you think I would kiss you, like in the book? Or slide my fingers under your skirt to see how you’d react?”

“I didn’t…”

She hurried to explain, but every word she uttered felt feeble and unconvincing.

Reading this kind of book in the middle of the night—no matter how you explain it, it just seems impossible to justify.

The Samoyed lying between the two of them was startled awake. Just as it was about to let out a loud bark, it caught sight of Fu Ru’an’s expression and wisely decided to back down. With a sudden burst of energy, it leaped down from between them and fled the attic without a second glance.

Fu Ru’an slowly stood up, looking down at her from above. Without saying a word, she turned around and left the attic, just like the Samoyed, disappearing through the door crack into the darkness.

Ruan Siyi followed her with her gaze, but all she could see was Fu Ru’an’s figure vanishing into the sliver of darkness, gone without a trace.

Right now, she felt utterly miserable.

No adjective could adequately describe the sheer embarrassment of this situation.

Really, what could be more mortifying than being caught by Fu Ru’an reading inappropriate books in the middle of the night?

Ruan Siyi silently lowered her head, staring at the moonlight pooling on the floor.

Outside, the clouds in the night sky drifted slowly, gradually unveiling the moon’s glow. As they parted, the gentle, silvery moonlight spilled through the window, cascading down in a radiant stream.

Just as the cloud fully moved away, Ruan Siyi suddenly heard the sound of returning footsteps.

She looked up in surprise—it really was Fu Ru’an.

The moonlight flowed over her silk pajamas, tracing the elegant curve of her slender neck and the faint rise and fall of her collarbones. Her dark, silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly tousled by the night breeze, with a few stray strands falling against her cheeks, half-veiling her cool, composed face.

She gazed down at Ruan Siyi, her long lashes casting faint shadows under her eyes, the moonlight glimmering in their depths.

“Here.”

Fu Ru’an tossed something into Ruan Siyi’s lap.

“What?”

Before Ruan Siyi could react, she felt the weight of a thick book land in her arms. Instinctively, she picked it up to look—it was another copy of “High School Physics Textbook Companion: Grade 10.”

However, unlike the one that was “a world of its own,” this book was a genuine study guide, its edges noticeably dog-eared, its pages slightly yellowed.

Opening the first page, she saw neat, elegant handwriting—

“Class 1-2, Fu Ru’an.”

This was… Fu Ru’an’s book from her first year of high school?

So, when she had left earlier, it wasn’t because she actually disliked or despised her, but because she had gone to find her own old study materials?

A strange, bittersweet emotion welled up in Ruan Siyi’s heart, as though something thick and sticky had clogged her throat.

Fu Ru’an sat down across from her, her tone still unreadable.

“Do.”

Do what?

Ruan Siyi looked at her blankly.

“Problems.”

Fu Ru’an tossed her a black pen.

“The teachers all think you’re my cousin now. Your grades reflect on me too.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “cousin,” as if responding to Ruan Siyi’s earlier “Sister Fu.”

Ruan Siyi recognized the brand of the pen—it was sold at the school convenience store, costing ten yuan each. The one Fu Ru’an had thrown her was a limited edition, probably around thirty yuan.

As a staunch user of M&G stationery, she felt a pang of inferiority for the first time.

A single pen like this could buy her another novel to read.

Numbly, she flipped through the pages. At first, the concepts at the beginning seemed manageable, but the further she read, the more confused she became, as if someone were frantically pouring glue into her brain.

Fu Ru’an noticed her hand gripping the pen, slick with sweat, yet still hovering without writing anything. A trace of bewilderment flickered in her eyes.

“It’s fine…” Ruan Siyi forced a smile. “I just don’t quite understand. I’ll keep looking—maybe it’ll click soon.”

Fu Ru’an: “……”

Physics wasn’t like other subjects. If you didn’t get it, staring at it for an hour wouldn’t magically make sense.

The only outcome would be frantically filling in formulas in hopes of scraping a few points by luck.

As Ruan Siyi racked her brain, lost in thought, she suddenly heard a faint sound from across the table—like leather brushing against skin.

Her thoughts immediately drifted away from the book, and she couldn’t help but steal a glance across the room. Just then, she happened to see Fu Ru’an pulling out a pair of black leather gloves from the large pocket of her pajamas, slowly putting them on.

Fu Ru’an’s fingers were a cold, pale shade—slender yet undeniably strong, with distinct knuckles that looked like meticulously carved works of art. Every line was so precise it was impossible to look away.

Her movements were unhurried, her fingertips gently slipping into the gloves. The leather tightened around her knuckles, delicate creases trembling slightly as her fingers flexed.

The contrast of black against white made her heart skip a beat, as if night itself had been condensed into liquid, flowing slowly over the leather, covering every inch of that moonlit skin until not a trace of pale luminescence remained.

Ruan Siyi’s gaze was inevitably drawn to her, watching intently as she pulled the gloves snugly over her wrists. With just the slightest exertion, the supple leather molded perfectly to the curves of her palms and fingertips, faintly exuding a restrained, almost forbidden allure.

“What is it?”

Fu Ru’an suddenly looked up, her eyes locking directly onto Ruan Siyi’s.

She flexed her fingers slightly, the leather emitting a soft, hushed friction—low and resonant, like the deep notes of a cello.

Ruan Siyi suddenly thought of Carly from the book.

Carly always wore black gloves. With a pair like this, everything she did would seem… indecent.

But here in reality, Fu Ru’an was wearing those very gloves as she stood up and walked behind her, taking the pen right out of her hand.

The moment the leather brushed against her bare skin, Ruan Siyi felt that patch of skin grow unbearably sensitive, as if covered in goosebumps.

But that was just her hand.

In the book, Carly had used such a pair of gloves to caress the protagonist’s legs-her inner thighs.

Fu Ru’an’s voice came from above her, carrying the chill of the night.

“Watch closely. I’ll only show you once.”

As he spoke, Fu Ru’an’s arm reached around Ruan Siyi’s shoulder, his loose strands of hair lightly brushing against her cheek, sending a faint shiver through her.

His scent-unique to him-drifted through the air, enveloping her.

From her perspective, that leather-gloved hand was gripping the pen, now warmed and dampened by her own palm, as it wrote the physics formulas used for this problem in the blank space of the book.

“The system is free from external forces, so mechanical energy is conserved. When ball A slides down to the lowest point…”

Fu Ru’an’s voice was close, as if speaking directly into her ear, low and steady.

The pen tip scratched against the rough paper, emitting a faint scratching sound that teased at Ruan Siyi’s nerves.

Five minutes later.

Fu Ru’an set the pen down and straightened slightly, looking down at Ruan Siyi.

“Understood?”

Ruan Siyi lowered her head, staring at the written formulas for a long moment. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to voice it.

Her mind was a mess-the calculations for the physics problem had long been scattered by Fu Ru’an’s voice and presence.

“…Yeah, I got it.”

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, the trailing note dissolving into the night breeze.

Fu Ru’an, however, tilted his head and looked at her with a faint, unreadable smile. “Really? Then I’ll give you a similar problem to try on your own.”

Ruan Siyi parted her lips slightly, wanting to refuse, but Fu Ru’an had already picked up the paper, casually written down a similar new problem, and pushed it in front of her.

“Come.”

Fu Ru’an dragged a chair over and sat down, resting her arm on the edge of the table, her fingertips idly toying with the corners of the papers. “Let’s see if you’re actually listening.”

After saying that, she paid no further attention to Ruan Siyi, instead casually picking up that fake “textbook” and flipping through it leisurely.

Ruan Siyi: “!”

“Sister Fu…” Her face flushed red again, this time from sheer embarrassment. “Why… why are you reading that…?”

Inside were nothing but unspeakable things: from hands to mouths, from front to back, indoors to outdoors, beds to cars…

Just skimming the table of contents back then had already been an eye-opening experience for Ruan Siyi.

And now, that book, brimming with explicit content, was pitifully clutched in Fu Ru’an’s hands. At any moment, it might be coldly tossed out the window by the aloof Miss Fu, teetering on the brink of peril.

Yet, Fu Ru’an made no further move, as if she were genuinely engrossed in reading.

“Sister Fu…” Ruan Siyi tried to speak again.

“Quiet.” Fu Ru’an didn’t even look up. “Do your problems. I’m just reading to stay awake.”

Hearing this, Ruan Siyi instantly fell silent, obedient as a chicken.

“Okay, Teacher Fu.”

So this was the study goddess’s unique way of staying alert?

She said nothing more, silently wrestling with the problems on the page in a desperate struggle.

When Ruan Siyi woke up, it was already early morning the next day.

She’d had another dream about Fu Ru’an.

The dream ended abruptly, and Ruan Siyi suspected it was because she’d already forgotten all her high school physics knowledge, leaving her unable to solve the problems in the dream. As a result, the plot couldn’t advance, cutting off there.

Beside her, Fu Ru’an was a light sleeper and was roused by Ruan Siyi’s sudden jolt upright. Blinking drowsily, she checked her phone-only 6:30.

A feather pillow came flying at Ruan Siyi without mercy.

“It’s barely past six. What’s wrong with you?”

Only after being hit did Ruan Siyi snap out of it, excitement bubbling over as she leaned close to Fu Ru’an’s ear.

“Sister Fu… Sister Fu…”

She blinked eagerly.

“Next time—l mean, next time…”

Fu Ru’an waited quietly for her to continue.

“Next time, can we role-play as teacher and student? Like, during… you know… Teacher Fu, you could wear gloves and discipline your naughty student who refuses to study properly and sneaks peeks at porn…”

Ruan Siyi spoke with a hint of bashfulness, her head lowered as she avoided Fu Ru’an’s gaze, the tips of her ears turning a bright shade of red.

Fu Ru’an: “…………?”

Do you even hear the nonsense you’re spouting first thing in the morning?

Has the whole stepmother trope stopped satisfying your twisted and morbid cravings, Ruan Siyi?

“Ruan Siyi, if you don’t want to sleep quietly, get up and go run a few laps outside.”

Go burn off that restless, wretched excess energy of yours.

Ruan Siyi remained unfazed: “Ah, but I don’t like the P.E. teacher. Could you teach me something else, Professor Fu—”

She drew out the last syllable, finally revealing her true intentions.

“Professor, I think my high school biology isn’t very good, you see.”