Walking on the campus path, Murin Tristan kept thinking about one question: Why could that scoundrel and good-for-nothing, Zhao Jing (the "lady-killer"), be surrounded by women all day long like a bee in a flower bush, while he, who was more handsome and had more "assets", still couldn't get rid of his virgin status? Finally, Murin Tristan came to a conclusion. Although he was a bit lewd, he was far from being as lascivious as Zhao Jing. When chatting up women, there was a fundamental difference between them. Zhao Jing would talk about sex blatantly. For example, he would brag about how magnificent his "gun" was and ask those women if they were interested in having a "duel" with him. Strangely enough, even so, those women still flocked to him like flies to dung, which made Murin Tristan extremely depressed.

Murin Tristan had thought about trying Zhao Jing's method. With his conditions, it should have been no problem. However, Murin Tristan found that he was too "noble". Every time he faced a woman, he just couldn't bring himself to say those words. So he had to continue living a single life and continued to have "battles" with those beautiful big-breasted stars in his dreams. When he woke up, he would find his underwear wet and sigh about the waste of resources.

According to the experiences shared by many senior experts Murin Tristan had heard, women were very strange. They liked men with distinct characteristics, preferably those at two extremes. Either they liked the top-notch sunny type who were excellent in academics, morality, and physical education, or they liked the scum and good-for-nothing types who were into prostitution, gambling, drinking, and drugs. Murin Tristan was caught in the middle, like Zhu Bajie looking into a mirror - he didn't look good from either side. He wasn't extremely bad, nor was he very good. At least he still had some humanity. The day before yesterday, he even gave ten yuan to a beggar on the street.

Murin Tristan had a bad reputation on campus. He skipped the classes of that well - known old professor in the college, something that others wouldn't dare to do, not even Zhao Jing. The consequence of provoking the "tiger" was that he was publicly criticized several times as a negative example at the college assembly by that old professor. There was one just yesterday. Murin Tristan lost all his face. So today, he went to class obediently. But because he had stayed up all night excitedly watching those long - famous European and American top - notch H shows - "Unbounded Lewdness", he was too tired and fell asleep during class. As a result, he was kicked out of the classroom again.

There was another reason why Murin Tristan was notorious on campus. He would pester any woman who had the slightest bit of good looks. If he succeeded, he could be regarded as a role model for men, which was called "amorous" in written language. But unfortunately, he had never had a single success. The consequence for a loser was tragic. The difference between heaven and hell was just a thin line. "Amorous" became "lewd" in the face of failure. Therefore, some people on campus called him "the most failed and lewd womanizer". When women thought of this nickname, they would probably think that if they accepted someone who couldn't even chase after so many women, wouldn't it mean they were inferior to others? Probably for this reason, although Murin Tristan wasn't ugly and wasn't short of confidence in his figure, he was still ignored and remained single.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. A few beautiful women were swaying their hips and walking towards him. Murin Tristan, as usual, put on what he thought was his most handsome smile, but what others thought was the most lewd one, and said, "Hi, beautiful ladies. How are you? Are you interested in having a cup of coffee with me at the Sky Garden?"

The women, who had been smiling cheerfully, took a look at Murin Tristan and recognized him as the "most failed womanizer". They pulled down their faces, left a "Idiot", and then walked past him haughtily, looking up at the sky.

"Damn bitches. Watch out for the stones under your feet!" Murin Tristan cursed in his heart, but he still kept smiling. He had long expected this result. Countless failures and his repeated attempts after failures had made him used to being rejected. He was even too lazy to change his smile back to its normal state because that would take effort.

"Murin Tristan, are you trying to skip class again?" Her voice was as sweet as the sounds of nature, with syllables as round and mellow as pearls dropping on a jade plate. Unfortunately, Murin Tristan was no refined scholar. He swallowed hard.

This beauty was called Shawbina, the League branch secretary of Murin Tristan's class and the assistant to the student council president. However, these two titles were not as appealing as her status as a campus belle. Shawbina was one of the recognized campus belles in the college.

Murin Tristan thought to himself: I'm not trying to skip class; I've already skipped it. He most afraid being lectured. Impatiently, he said, "Come on, stop nagging. It wasn't my idea. That old geezer kicked me out. What could I do?"

Unlike Murin Tristan, who was kicked out of the classroom, Shawbina was a member of the student council and was usually very busy with her affairs. But she was a rare beauty in the world, rarer than giant pandas, with her looks and academic performance going hand in hand. Shawbina was outstanding in her studies, and all the teachers gave her special treatment. She could be absent from class on special occasions if there were important student council matters. With her extraordinary temperament, excellent grades, and hot body, such a woman easily became the center of attention. Countless boys pursued Shawbina, and the line of suitors could stretch from her dormitory door to the city square. However, Shawbina had always been an ice - cold beauty, ignoring the pursuits of even the most outstanding boys. Many people even suspected that she was a lesbian. If that were true, it would be a waste of resources that could be recorded in human history.

Regardless of whether Shawbina was a lesbian or not, her beauty and figure were undeniable. When the lecherous boys in the school saw her, they would instantly put on a pretense of being decent gentlemen, looking like hypocrites, for fear of offending the beauty. Only Murin Tristan remained as lewd as ever. He would fawn over any woman with even the slightest bit of good looks, wagging his tail like a lapdog and showering them with attention, because he knew he might have some chance of success. But he was rather blunt with Shawbina. Murin Tristan was very self - aware. He knew that his chances of winning her heart were close to zero, much lower than winning the lottery jackpot, and could basically be ignored.

If you can't get the milk, there's no need to be too polite to the cow. Murin Tristan understood this truth well. Although Shawbina wasn't a cow, there were some parts of her that could be considered similar. With this thought in mind, Murin Tristan couldn't help but shift his gaze to the part of her body that resembled a cow's, her chest that seemed ready to burst out of her clothes.

Shawbina blushed, and her delicate hands subconsciously covered her chest. Surprisingly, she didn't get angry. She had always been arrogant and proud. She had never shown any kindness to the countless boys in the school who tried their best to please her and make her smile, not even bothering to say a few more words to them. But she was helpless against Murin Tristan. In front of her, Murin Tristan was always casual, looking at her with unbridled eyes as if he wanted to see through her clothes, revealing his lecherous nature. This was the exact opposite of the other boys who didn't even dare to breathe in her presence and were extremely respectful, making her feel at a loss.

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There was also a little - known fact: Murin Tristan and Shawbina had known each other since primary school. After the old man passed away, Murin Tristan had no one to discipline him, and he became absent - minded about his studies. The head teacher, knowing about his tragic background, took special care of him and deliberately assigned Shawbina, who had the best grades in the class, to be his deskmate, hoping that Shawbina could teach him well. Unfortunately, Murin Tristan's nature was hard to change. He still brought pornographic novels to school and read them with great relish during class. Shawbina, being a girl and relatively mature for her age, was both ashamed and angry. However, her repeated admonitions were in vain, and she was at a loss. As they were in the sixth grade of primary school, after sitting at the same desk for several years, Murin Tristan still hadn't made any progress. Shawbina was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said to Murin Tristan that if he could be admitted to a key junior high school in the city, she would let him touch her chest once.

This was just an angry remark. Shawbina thought it was an extremely difficult thing for Murin Tristan. But she forgot one thing. Besides being a lazybones, Murin Tristan was also a lecher. He had great perseverance in certain aspects. Moreover, Shawbina had been a beauty since childhood, and her body had developed earlier than others, with a well - proportioned figure. The temptation for Murin Tristan, the little lecher, was irresistible. As soon as he heard that he could take advantage, he immediately became motivated. He was naturally intelligent, but just lazy and undisciplined. Once he made up his mind, he was like a rocket soaring into the sky. In the end, it only took him one year to leave Shawbina, who had always been the first in the school in every exam, behind in the primary school graduation exam. This made Shawbina feel depressed for a long time. But after being admitted, Murin Tristan lost his motivation and soon returned to his old ways, allowing Shawbina to take the lead in junior high school. Otherwise, the first place would never have been hers.

Shawbina never expected that Murin Tristan could actually do it. She couldn't go back on her word, but it would be a great loss to let this lecher touch her. So, as a compromise, she only allowed him to touch her through her clothes once. Murin Tristan readily agreed and didn't go too far. Although it was just a half - hearted attempt, it still excited him for a while. Shawbina thought the matter was over. Who knew that in junior high school, they were both in the key class. Moreover, Murin Tristan became addicted after that one time and couldn't stop. He took the opportunity to take advantage of her several times. And he managed to get into a key high school with his meager foundation. They were still in the same class. Although boys and girls didn't sit at the same desk in high school, Shawbina just continued to have nightmares.

Until college, it was incredibly coincidental that they both applied to the same university. Shawbina still couldn't escape Murin Tristan's clutches. It could only be attributed to bad luck. At that time, Murin Tristan didn't deliberately choose the same university. He just heard that there were many beautiful girls in this medical university. Without hesitation, he filled out the application form and submitted it. Shawbina submitted her application form even later than him. When the admission results came out, they were in the same major and class by an incredible coincidence. It could only be considered the arrangement of fate.

Seeing this lecherous and rascally deskmate who she couldn't avoid since childhood again, Shawbina said helplessly, "Did you fall asleep in his class again? Well, come back with me. I'll put in a good word, and he won't hold you accountable for what happened just now." Perhaps because she had been Murin Tristan's deskmate for so long in childhood, the habit of disciplining him had become instinctive.

Murin Tristan said lazily, "If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm not going."

Just as Shawbina was about to persuade him again, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Murin Tristan's face. He looked behind Shawbina and said, "Hey, what's wrong with that kid?"

Shawbina naturally looked in the direction he was looking, but she saw nothing. She knew something was wrong. Before she could react, Murin Tristan reached out his lecherous hand and quickly touched her perky buttocks.

"Ah!" Shawbina let out a scream. Her jade - like palm lashed out like lightning and landed on Murin Tristan's left cheek. "You never change!"

Murin Tristan let out a miserable scream and was slapped to the ground, lying on his back and unable to get up. His calves twitched constantly.

Shawbina was still angry. She said viciously, "Go to hell!" Then she turned and walked away. But after taking a few steps, she stopped and turned around. She saw Murin Tristan lying motionless on the ground, without making a sound.

"Humph, stop pretending to be dead. You're such a big man. Aren't you ashamed?" Although she spoke harshly, she was a little flustered. Seeing that Murin Tristan still didn't move, she said cautiously, "Hey, are you okay?"

Murin Tristan lay stiffly, as if he couldn't hear her at all.

Shawbina's heart became more and more flustered. Could it be that she had hit him too hard in her anger just now? Was he really dead? She heard that someone had been killed by a soybean. Her slap was surely much more powerful than a small soybean, right? She quickly walked back and probed Murin Tristan's nose with her jade - like fingers. After nearly half a minute, there was still no sign of breathing.

Shawbina panicked. She picked up Murin Tristan and held him in her arms, shaking him continuously. With a sobbing voice, she said, "Don't scare me. Wake up quickly! I didn't mean it. Boohoo..."

Suddenly, she felt her full breasts being grabbed tightly by a strange hand. Shawbina let out another scream. Looking down, she saw that Murin Tristan had opened his eyes and was blinking. Needless to say, the strange hand in her clothes was his. In fact, Shawbina's slap just now was very light. Murin Tristan had just fallen backward and pretended to be dead.

Just as Shawbina was so angry and ashamed that she was about to raise her palm again, Murin Tristan had jumped aside and said with a smile, "This is the 326th time I've tricked you. Why are you still so stupid? If you had checked my heart just now, you wouldn't have been fooled."

Shawbina's pretty face turned completely red. The blush spread all the way to her jade - like neck. She completely lost her ladylike demeanor and said through gritted teeth, "You lecher! One day, you'll be struck by lightning!" Then she stormed off without looking back.

Murin Tristan smiled calmly and said, "Hehe, it would be worth it even if I died." He put his hand to his nose and took a deep breath, saying intoxicatedly, "So fragrant!"

Shawbina's development in martial arts talent was actually thanks to Murin Tristan. After entering junior high school, Shawbina started to practice at a professional martial arts hall to defend herself against Murin Tristan's harassment. Unfortunately, as her skills became more proficient, Murin Tristan's sneak - attack methods also became more and more sophisticated. Now, his techniques had reached a state of perfection, with endless variations and he could do them at will. He was extremely intelligent. When he put his heart and soul into doing something, his potential was immeasurable, and he rarely failed.

This woman is getting easier and easier to deal with, Murin Tristan thought to himself. Last time, I remember saying that an old lady fell on the roadside. Women are always more caring. The moment she turned her head and let down her guard, I pinched her thigh. But I've said this more than ten times. Why does she still fall for it? It seems that the saying that women are all air - headed is really true.

Recalling his glorious "achievements," Murin Tristan was extremely proud. Although he always ended up with five red finger marks on his face, he thought it was completely worth it. However, this girl is quite kind, Murin Tristan thought. Otherwise, with her connections in the school, I would have been punished to the point of being expelled long ago. By the way, her father is the head of the city's Prefecture. If he were to put a trumped - up charge on me, I'd be in big trouble. I could be mowed down by machine guns or blown to pieces by bombs, and it could even be considered a service to the people.

A bold idea popped into Murin Tristan's head: Maybe she likes me after all. Ha!

But deep down, he knew very well that this was just his own wishful thinking.