Chapter 112: Powerless to Resist-Don't Talk About Love When You're Lonely(A petty scholar bound by rigid interpretations)

“A shortcut?” Tonight, not a single word from Professor Pan made any sense to Xiaoxiao. Their previous tutoring sessions had been perfectly normal, but tonight felt increasingly off.

Professor Pan stood up and moved behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder. Instantly, Xiaoxiao’s nerves tightened; she sat up straighter in her chair, pressing her back firmly against it, her heart pounding with unease. She whispered, “Maybe I’m just too slow to understand what you mean.”

“It’s simple,” Professor Pan said, his hands sliding down from her shoulders. Xiaoxiao was startled by his unusual behavior and sprang to her feet, backing up against the table, arms crossed protectively over her chest, panic etched across her face. “Professor, I have to go!”

“Don’t leave,” he said, grabbing her roughly and pressing her onto the sofa. Trembling, she fought him off desperately, flailing her arms to keep him away and pleading with him to stop. But Professor Pan paid no heed. His lecherous gaze fixed firmly on her flushed face, his lips licking greedily as he spoke with sly persuasion, “Smart people choose the easiest way to solve problems. It’s more efficient. If you just listened to me, you wouldn’t just pass the graduate exam—you’d be guaranteed a spot in a doctoral program.” His ugly face loomed closer. She summoned all her strength to punch and kick him, but the disparity in power was overwhelming. He pinned her down mercilessly, leaving countless wet kisses on her face and neck.

“Animal, let go of me!” Her curse turned into cries. Desperately, she called out Lin Shuo’s name, but only thunder and lightning answered her. She bit and scratched at the man, pushing him to the brink of losing control. Stung by her bites, enraged, he slapped her hard, stars exploding behind her eyes. Before the red mark on her face could fade, his thick hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her screams. She felt her fragile body battered repeatedly by the swinging window, sinking into an abyss of despair.

Her clothes were torn, her skirt whipped up to her waist. Overwhelmed by shame more than fear, tears streamed down her face as she whimpered beneath his grasp.

A thunderclap shattered Lin Shuo’s thoughts. Seeing rain was imminent, he suddenly remembered Xiaoxiao hadn’t brought an umbrella. Setting down his book without hesitation, he grabbed an umbrella and dashed toward Professor Pan’s place. Fierce winds scattered withered cherry blossom petals like light snowflakes, drifting through the summer’s uneasy night. He tugged at his collar, brushing petals from his hair, and pressed on.

Lightning struck a power line. After the crackling surge, the entire house plunged into darkness. Professor Pan glanced up briefly. It would take only moments for him to succeed—there was no way he’d let go of such a prize just because of a blackout. But in that moment of distraction, a crack appeared in his control over her. Seizing the fleeting chance, Xiaoxiao caught sight of a trophy on the low table beside her.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.