Sneak Attack

"Okay! Great! Now, teacher, please slowly turn around, with your back to us, and then... turn back." George's voice was guiding, "Slow down the speed of turning around, as if you've been startled by some sound, and flick your long hair a little! Your eyes should be alert, but not too fierce, like the displeasure of being disturbed when you're alone."

Yu Fuli turned around slowly as instructed, his black hair drawing a flowing arc in the air. When he turned to look back, the ends of his long hair were still attached to the gold tassels of his epaulettes, and a few strands clung to the side of his beautifully shaped neck.

His gaze pierced through the gaps in his hair, and the displeasure of being asked was not fully expressed. Instead, the long hair provided some obscuring effect, revealing a hazy, detached, and scrutinizing quality, like viewing flowers through a mist.

This unintentional effect was more sophisticated and thought-provoking than the vigilance Qiao Qi had anticipated.

"Incredible..." A boy standing nearby, who was responsible for clapping, stared in disbelief and muttered to himself.

Lin Xun stood quietly by the clothes rack, unconsciously clutching a spare shirt in her hand.

His gaze remained fixed on the person in the center of the light and shadow, watching how that unfamiliar attire and loose long hair gradually dismantled and reassembled the image of Teacher Yu that he was familiar with.

When Yu Fuli turned around, her hair brushing against the cold, hard epaulets, Lin Xun's fingertips tightened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed imperceptibly.

The scene was beautiful, a kind of impactful, even aggressive beauty, completely different from the gentle teacher he remembered who would cook noodles for him and help him out of trouble.

A strange, unfamiliar thrill, mixed with a desire to possess, quietly crept into my heart.

Completely immersed in her creative frenzy, Qiaoqi kept making new requests: "Teacher, try gathering your hair behind one shoulder with your hand, yes, expose the side of your neck... Let your fingers linger in the hair for a moment! Imagine it's wet, or stained with blood... ptooey, no, not blood, but rainwater! A combination of vulnerability and coldness!"

"Sit down! Sit on that reflector on the floor! Bend your legs casually, put one hand on your knee, support yourself with the other hand on the ground, lean back slightly, and look up at the camera! Your eyes should give off a sense of disdain even when you're at a disadvantage!"

Yu Fuli was completely at her beck and call, and even fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, with a few strands of hair sticking to his skin.

The military-style jacket was actually quite thick, and it wasn't comfortable under the scorching lights.

But he gradually discovered that when he completely let go of the burden of being a teacher and saw himself as a performer, he was able to move his body and expressions more freely.

He began to try to incorporate his own understanding into Qiaoqi's framework: a subtle raised eyebrow, a brief blink of an eye, a pause as his fingertips traced the metal buttons on his clothes...

Every subtle adjustment elicited louder exclamations and a flurry of camera shutter clicks from Qiaoqi.

"One last outfit! Unbutton the top two buttons of your jacket! Pull the collar open a little! Yes! It should have that casual, messy look! And mess up your hair a bit too, don't make it too neat!"

Qiaoqi rushed over and personally messed up his already somewhat loose long hair, making it even more disheveled. A few strands fell across his forehead, and one even playfully stuck to the corner of his lips.

At this moment, Yu Fuli's military jacket was half-open, revealing the collar of the shirt underneath. Her long hair was disheveled, with a few strands of sweat-dampened black hair sticking to her forehead and neck.

He was breathing slightly heavily, his cheeks flushed slightly from the continuous work and the high temperature, but his eyes shone brightly as he focused and gradually got into the zone, even showing a hint of sharp aggression, like a fox being forced to its wild side.

That state, a mixture of exhaustion, disarray, vulnerability, and hidden sharpness, reached the pinnacle of contradiction that Qiaoqi sought.

The entire filming team was in a state of creative fervor. No one spoke; there were only the sounds of shutters clicking, the subtle noises of adjusting equipment, and the occasional brief instructions from George.

It wasn't until Qiaoqi looked through the massive amount of original photos in the camera that a look of almost exhausting satisfaction finally appeared on her face, and she waved and shouted "Cut!"

"That's a wrap!" she announced, her voice a little hoarse, but her eyes shining like stars. "Teacher, you were amazing today!"

Yu Fuli let out a long sigh of relief, feeling even more tired than if she had taught four classes in a row.

He raised his hand to gather his annoying long hair back up, only to find that the hairband had been thrown away by George somewhere.

Lin Xun walked over at some point, holding the familiar dark hairband and a bottle of mineral water with the cap unscrewed.

"Teacher, here you go." He handed over the water and hairband together, his voice very soft. His gaze quickly swept over Yu Fuli's disheveled collar and damp temples before falling back down, his ears seemingly flushed slightly.

It wasn't shyness, it was excitement.

Yu Fuli took the water, thanked him, and drank it.

The cool liquid slid down his parched throat, and he felt himself slowly pulling away from that extraordinary state created by the camera and lights.

He handed the water bottle to Lin Xun and went back to the changing room to take off his clothes.

Before Yu Fuli could even unfasten the metal buckle around his neck, the fitting room door behind him was silently pushed open. Before he could even turn around, he was suddenly enveloped and embraced by a tall figure from behind.

The newcomer was tall and strong, and his arms wrapped around his waist with an irresistible force, locking him firmly in his embrace.

Through the crisp fabric of the military uniform, Yu Fuli could clearly feel the excessively hot body temperature and the extremely aggressive aura emanating from the chest pressed tightly against her back.

A deep, familiar voice, with a barely perceptible hoarseness and an overwhelming, unyielding longing, sounded close to his ear:

"teacher……"

"I miss you so much."

Yu Fuli froze, looking up at the full-length mirror in front of her.

The scene behind me was clearly reflected in the mirror.

A man wearing a silver-white mask with intricate patterns was embracing him tightly.

The mask covered his entire face, but the eyes that were not covered by the mask were looking straight into his eyes through the mirror without any hesitation.

Those eyes churned with an overwhelming intensity of emotion, like long-suppressed lava finally finding an outlet, so intense it almost ignited the air.

It is Yunbai.

Yunbai's embrace was like an iron hoop, and her hot breath sprayed on Yu Fuli's sensitive skin behind her ears, arousing a slight shiver.

But Yu Fuli's frozen body only lasted for a very short moment.

The next second, without trying to turn around or question him, his left arm was restrained, but his right hand was still free to move.

Instead of trying to pry open the hand on his waist, where the difference in strength was obvious, he suddenly lowered his entire body weight and thrust his right elbow sharply backward and upward, targeting the vulnerable area below the opponent's ribs!

The movements were fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Yunbai seemed not to have expected him to resist, and let out a muffled groan, instinctively loosening the strength of his embrace.

It's that tiny difference!

Taking advantage of the situation, Yu Fuli twisted her body, like a slippery fish, and broke free half a step from the gap in the other person's embrace. At the same time, her left hand, which had been held in place, was freed. Without hesitation, she curled her fingers into a claw and grabbed at the side of Yun Bai's masked face!

It wasn't to hurt anyone, but to create more room to escape. He wanted to remove the mask, draw Yunbai's attention to it, and thus escape.

Yun Bai reacted extremely quickly, tilting her head back sharply to avoid the fingers that were grabbing her face, but Yu Fuli's fingertips still narrowly grazed the cold edge of the mask and a few stray strands of hair on her forehead.

At the same time, Yun Bai's free hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing Yu Fuli's wrist before it could fully retract, with such force that it almost crushed bones.

The two were locked in a tense standoff in the cramped fitting room—Yu Fuli had broken free of half of her body, but one of her hands was tied behind her back and held firmly by Yun Bai.

Yun Bai leaned forward slightly, her eyes behind the mask fixed on him, her chest heaving slightly from the suffocating blow and the sudden confrontation.