It was an almost blatant flirtation.
The air in the medical room instantly became thick and ambiguous.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows between the two, making Vermouth's stunningly beautiful face even more captivating and alluring.
The white coat that belonged to the school doctor, on her at that moment, did not conceal her charm; instead, it added a forbidden, uniform-like allure.
Looking at the undisguised mockery, provocation, and "I've got you cornered" confidence in her eyes, Yu Sheng Nan knew that this thousand-faced witch was determined to play with fire to the very end and wouldn't give up until she achieved her goal.
He gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her closer until their noses almost touched, and they could clearly feel each other's warm breath.
"So...'Dr. Araide'..."
He deliberately slowed his speech, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of danger, "How do you plan to... 'guide' things?"
Vermouth felt her red lips curve into an even more alluring arc.
“Of course… we’ll start with the most basic ‘physical cooling’ and ‘relaxation therapy’…” Before she finished speaking, her red lips, already burning with heat and irresistible allure, drew closer again, her target clear.
However, at this very moment when things were about to escalate into a violent confrontation—
"Knock knock knock!"
Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door of the infirmary, followed by a slightly timid and anxious female voice:
"Dr. Shinichi? Are you there? I... I'm not feeling well?"
This sudden interruption brought the ambiguous relationship to a standstill.
Vermouth paused, a flash of displeasure at being interrupted crossing her turquoise eyes, but more than that, it was aroused and amplified mischievous interest and a desire for challenge.
Do you want to interrupt her good time?
It's not that easy.
A sly and rebellious smile curved her lips, and instead of backing away, she...
Almost instantly, Yuzuru Hanyu deftly flipped his wrist, easily breaking free from Vermouth's grip. At the same time, with undeniable force and a playful smile, he gently pressed Vermouth under the desk.
Vermouth obediently disappeared into the shadows under the table, her movements as light as a cat's, without making a sound, and she even tidied the slightly disheveled corner of her white coat.
Yuzuru quickly straightened his school uniform collar, took a deep breath, and instantly suppressed all the playful and teasing expressions on his face, replacing them with a gentle and calm demeanor.
He then calmly sat down in the office chair that originally belonged to the doctor.
That's right, the boy who was almost taken advantage of by the "sexy female doctor" just now was not him.
"Please come in."
He raised his voice, which was steady and showed no sign of anything amiss.
The door creaked open, and a girl in a Teitan school uniform, pale-faced and clutching her stomach, walked in timidly. She paused, clearly startled, when she saw Hanyu Nan sitting behind the desk, her steps hesitant, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Classmate? Where's Dr. Shinichi? Isn't he here?"
The girl asked in confusion, her gaze sweeping around the not-so-large infirmary, but she did not see the school doctor.
Yuzuru smiled slightly and calmly took out a pair of exquisite non-prescription glasses from the drawer and put them on.
A mirage, activated.
An invisible, extremely subtle spiritual pressure fluctuation emanated from him, gently affecting the visiting girl's senses.
With his glasses on, Yuzuru's demeanor seemed to subtly change instantly. His eyes behind the lenses appeared more composed, adding a touch of intellect and credibility: "Dr. Araide had an urgent matter to attend to and asked me to look after the infirmary for him temporarily. I'm his assistant, Yuzuru. Are you feeling unwell, classmate?"
Under the subtle influence of the illusory nature of the dream, the doubts in the girl's eyes quickly dissipated.
Looking at the handsome, composed "doctor's assistant" in front of her, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, she unconsciously developed a sense of trust.
"I see... Yuzuru... classmate?"
The girl walked over, sat down in the chair in front of the desk, and said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "I... I think I have a slight fever, and my stomach is also a little uncomfortable, and I feel a bit dizzy."
She didn't feel there was anything wrong with having a seemingly reliable "classmate assistant" come to see her; subconsciously, she had completely accepted this arrangement.
"Don't worry, let me take your temperature first."
Yuzuru Hanyu's voice is gentle and has a calming power.
He took out a brand-new electronic thermometer, mimicking the actions of a little girl in a laboratory, disinfected it, and handed it to the girl, indicating that she should take her temperature.
At the same time, he picked up a pen and medical record book, preparing to record the symptoms, looking every bit the professional and conscientious model assistant.
However……
The scene under the table was completely different from the calm and professional atmosphere on the table, a stark contrast.
Vermouth hid in the secluded space under the spacious desk, listening to the serious and caring consultation conversation above, a mischievous and excited glint in her blue eyes.
The feeling of playing a secret game under other people's noses was particularly exciting to her.
She leaned down gently and got closer to Yuzuru.
The sudden, moist, and warm touch made Yuzuru's fingers, which were writing, pause almost imperceptibly.
The pen tip left a tiny ink dot on the paper.
He remained calm and composed, maintaining his gentle and concerned expression, and said to the girl, "The thermometer will need a little more time to become accurate. Besides fever, abdominal pain, and dizziness, do you have any other symptoms? For example, a sore throat or nausea?"
"Um... I feel a little dizzy..." the girl answered honestly.
Yuzuru nodded to show he understood, and then naturally placed one hand under the table.
His long, slender fingers accurately touched a head of smooth, blond hair, his fingertips gently blending into the strands, stroking it slowly and rhythmically with a hidden intimacy and a sense of control.
Vermouth, under the table, seemed to let out a very soft, nasal chuckle.
They then worked even harder and became more skilled.
Yuzuru's breathing quickened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he controlled it perfectly, showing virtually no sign of it, and even spoke to the girl in an perfectly normal tone:
"Well, based on your description, it seems to be a mild case of gastroenteritis. With the recent change of seasons and large temperature differences, many students have caught it. You should get plenty of rest and eat a light diet."
As he spoke, his hand under the table would sometimes gently stroke, as if soothing a playful and clingy cat; at other times, it would tighten slightly, his knuckles clenching, as if he were restraining something, or perhaps responding to something.
This discreet action contrasted sharply with his current image as a gentle, professional, and responsible "substitute doctor."
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(Oh dear, I almost missed it.)
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone! May the flowers bloom and the moon be full!
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