Packing for an Overnight Stay and a Provocative Walk to the Bus Stop

Bai Jingjing still picked up her small shoulder bag, but she took out all the books and papers, replacing them with a few articles of clothing.

Beyond a small spare dress for indoors, she also packed clean underwear and panties.

Lying on the bed, Luo Xuan found the items strikingly familiar. A moment of reflection brought the realization that she had personally bought all of these for Bai Jingjing herself; how could they not be familiar?

“Bai Jingjing,” the girl couldn’t help but inquire, “why are you still carrying underwear and panties?”

“I’m staying overnight there,” Bai Jingjing declared, her tone entirely justified. “Of course, I need to prepare fresh underwear for changing.”

After a bath, one simply has to change, you know.

Luo Xuan, hearing this, conceded there was some logic, yet a deeper consideration still left her feeling a touch unsettled. “But why do you need two sets… no, three sets?”

Even as she spoke, Bai Jingjing tucked a few more pieces into the bag.

Moreover, they were all in different styles: some pure blue and white cotton, others featuring feline cut-outs, and even a pink and white string-tied pair…

“Because… I don’t know which set I’ll want to change into,” Bai Jingjing replied, her logic still unwavering. “I’ll simply choose when the time comes.”

“Is that how it is?”

“Exactly. I’m off now. Sister Luo, you should get some more sleep and rest well.”

With those words, Bai Jingjing swung her shoulder bag onto her back and departed from the house, her pattering footsteps growing increasingly distant until they faded completely from earshot.

Luo Xuan lay back down, her eyes drifting shut in a state somewhere between slumber and wakefulness.

‘Still, why couldn’t she decide which set of underwear to wear in advance, rather than waiting until the very moment?’

‘Never mind, never mind. I shouldn’t dwell on it any further; otherwise, I’ll never get back to sleep.’

****

The day was exceptionally clear, and the bright sunlight pouring in through the French windows rendered already pristine white objects even more dazzling.

Such as Bai Jingjing’s thighs, and, for instance… Liu Wanqing’s fingernails.

“My friends always told me my nail shape was beautiful, and it was a shame not to get a manicure. But I found it troublesome, and I worried about getting paint on my digital tablet while drawing, so I never bothered,” Liu Wanqing murmured. “It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though. Luckily, I never got one, and now it’s absolutely perfect.”

Bai Jingjing entered the house, her shoulder bag still slung across her, and before she could even utter a greeting, she saw her Teacher Liu seated by the window, meticulously trimming her nails with a soft, gentle demeanor.

How to describe it? The young girl’s heart immediately began to flutter with a touch of apprehension.

Though she had anticipated this moment, it was… well, it was akin to bracing oneself for an injection, only to then watch the nurse meticulously sharpen the needle, a sight that still sent a shiver of dread through one’s heart.

Liu Wanqing painstakingly filed her fingers, trimming her nails and then smoothing each one with meticulous care, leaving no digit untouched.

Watching from the side, Bai Jingjing felt her nervousness intensify, and she couldn’t help but blurt out, “Will you be using your thumbs and pinkies too?”

Liu Wanqing let out a soft, amused laugh. “Not necessarily, but since all the other nails have been trimmed, it wouldn’t look very aesthetically pleasing to leave just the thumb and pinky, would it?”

“…”

‘That seems to be the case. I was a bit foolish. My apologies.’

After a quiet interlude, Liu Wanqing concluded her trimming, rose to her feet, and cast a few deep, lingering glances at Bai Jingjing.

“Dressed so beautifully today?”

‘She’s wearing so much white.’

“Mmm, after all, it’s a… a date,” Bai Jingjing murmured, unconsciously twisting her slender, long legs. “When you say beautiful, do you mean…?”

“The… impure kind,” Liu Wanqing stated bluntly. “Very provocative.”

“…”

As someone with a truly ‘big-balled’ (TL Note: A playful double entendre, referring to both Liu Wanqing’s directness and a subtle hint at physical endowment, similar to ‘having a lot of nerve’) demeanor, Teacher Liu’s straightforwardness was always impeccable.

Liu Wanqing herself was dressed quite beautifully that day, wearing an off-shoulder camisole that was also strikingly white, making her appear soft and fragrant.

“Let’s go. We’ll take the school bus first.”

At the semester’s end, the campus, burdened by the looming pressure of final exams, felt eerily quiet and deserted outside. Few people were visible, as most students were diligently reviewing in their self-study rooms and dormitories.

After all, throughout the entire academic year, these few days were truly the only time dedicated to such intense effort.

The two walked along the path beside the road, where sunlight occasionally pierced through the tree canopy, dappling their two pairs of slender, fair thighs.

“After you enter through the school gate, just follow this road all the way to this point,” Liu Wanqing explained as they walked. “In the mornings, when everyone’s heading to class, it gets quite crowded, so it’s best to come a bit earlier or a bit later.”

Bai Jingjing silently nodded her small head, only to then belatedly realize a crucial point. “I understand going earlier, but going later… won’t that make me late?”

“If you’re late, you’re late; at most, you’ll just draw a little more attention,” Liu Wanqing said, taking it all in stride. “Besides, even if you just sit there without moving, plenty of people will still be looking at you.”

‘So fair, so prominent—of course, people will pay attention.’

“But if I’m late, won’t the teachers get angry?” Bai Jingjing pondered, recalling lessons she’d heard from others. “They’ll deduct my participation grades, which could lead to me failing the final and having to retake the course.”

“Normally, that would be the case, but there are exceptions,” Liu Wanqing replied. “I have a rather good relationship with the other teachers. If I give them a heads-up beforehand, they won’t mind your tardiness.”

“Ah, is that so?”

A flicker of temptation sparked in Bai Jingjing’s heart, but she immediately shook her head. “No, no, that would be like using ‘backdoor connections’ (TL Note: A Chinese idiom, ‘zǒu hòumén,’ referring to using personal influence or illicit means to gain an advantage).”

‘That’s not good at all.’

Liu Wanqing mused, “So, you’re saying you don’t like using ‘backdoor connections’?”

Bai Jingjing puffed out her chest. “Of course not.”

A person as upright as she, naturally, would never stoop to such means.

“Understood,” Liu Wanqing said with a nod. “Tonight, I’ll only be using the front door.”

“…Hmm?”

Something felt amiss, yet there was no time to delve into it, for they had already arrived at the bus stop.

The bus stop, situated closest to the school gate, also marked the commencement of the entire route. At present, however, there was no one else there besides the two of them.

“While it may resemble a public bus, it’s actually quite different, as the departure times at each stop are fixed,” Liu Wanqing continued to explain. “Once you’re enrolled, you’ll receive a school bus timetable. If you arrive at the stop at the designated time, you won’t miss a single ride.”

Bai Jingjing blinked her eyes. “Won’t the bus arrive early?”

For instance, if it drives a bit faster along the way.

“It might arrive early, but if it does, it will simply wait for a while, always departing only at the scheduled time,” Liu Wanqing answered. “So, if you arrive at the station on time, you won’t miss the bus.”

“Is that how it works?”

Bai Jingjing clicked her tongue in wonder, finding it all quite novel.

After a short while, the school bus arrived, and the veteran driver opened the door, greeting them, “Well, Teacher Liu, off to class?”

“Not exactly class; I have some business at the school,” Liu Wanqing casually replied.

“Ah, I see. Then you’ve worked hard.”

Bai Jingjing quietly followed behind, thinking to herself that Teacher Liu was truly a respected figure at the school. Without even teaching, the student council president personally visited her, and when she left, the school bus driver greeted her.

How wonderful, truly wonderful.

The school bus driver also noticed the female student trailing behind Liu Wanqing—a very pretty, cute, and well-endowed girl.

“Is she… a student here?” the driver inquired.

As an experienced driver who had been operating the school bus for several years, his memory was quite good. A girl so beautiful and distinctive would surely leave a deep impression if she were a student of the school.

“Not yet, but she will be soon,” Liu Wanqing replied, offering a rather cryptic answer.

The driver didn’t press for more, but he sensed that the situation was far from simple.

He had never before seen Teacher Liu so close to anyone, even holding hands as they boarded the bus.