Meng Yan's Transformation

"Classmate, who are you looking for?"

When the young man spoke, he was wearing a white work uniform, a chef's hat, and a mask that covered his face, leaving only his kind and focused eyes looking at Zhan Mengyan.

"I...I want to make a meal reservation."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she took out the food transfer receipt.

"Sister Wang! A student has made a meal reservation!"

As the young man spoke, he remained focused on Zhan Mengyan—his gaze froze, his eyes locked onto her as if drawn by a magnet, his pupils dilating slightly, as if trying to capture every detail. The broom in his hand stopped, his breathing became shallow, as if the entire world consisted only of that beautiful figure. His gaze followed Zhan Mengyan's every movement, from her slightly curled hair to her blue dress, like following a flowing light. The surrounding noise gradually faded, and he was completely immersed in the visual tapestry he had constructed. His lips unconsciously parted slightly, revealing a stunned expression of amazement. This gaze contained a pure appreciation of ultimate beauty, mixed with a momentary sense of disorientation—as if he had accidentally glimpsed a phantom that shouldn't exist in this world, making one both want to approach and dare not disturb it.

When Zhan Mengyan's gaze swept over him by chance, he trembled slightly like a butterfly's wings wet with morning dew, yet he still couldn't bear to look away. That moment of distraction was not intentional, but rather the most instinctive human reaction to beautiful things, like naturally stopping when seeing a shooting star in the wilderness.

Even as Zhan Mengyan turned to walk towards "Sister Wang," the young man's gaze remained fixed on the spot, as if the lingering aftertaste of that fleeting glimpse still lingered in the air.

Just as Sister Wang was about to eat breakfast, she heard someone call her name, so she put down her lunchbox and walked towards Zhan Mengyan.

"Teacher Wang, I'm sorry to disturb your lunch. How about I come to see you during my lunch break?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she stood smiling in front of "Sister Wang".

"Little pretty student, please don't call me teacher. Everyone calls me Sister Wang, so you can call me Sister Wang too. It's more friendly and natural. I'm a logistics manager and also the cafeteria manager at our school. I'm not really a teacher. Calling me teacher is too formal. I'll get it done for you right now, and you can come to the cafeteria for lunch."

As Sister Wang spoke, she looked at Zhan Mengyan with a smile, as if admiring a beautiful painting. Her gaze was fixed on Zhan Mengyan, simply because her stunning beauty was too dazzling.

Zhan Mengyan lowered her gaze, as if drawn by an invisible weight, unable to meet the burning gaze. A blush quietly rose on her cheeks, like the first blush of the clouds on the horizon. A faint rosy hue spread from her ears to her cheeks, standing out against her fair skin.

Zhan Mengyan subconsciously pursed her lips, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the hem of her clothes.

Sister Wang stared intently at Zhan Mengyan—she turned slightly to the side, her neck curving gracefully, her hair falling to her forehead, yet unable to conceal the panic betrayed by her brows. As she raised her hand to tuck a non-existent stray hair behind her ear, she touched an unusual heat.

Zhan Mengyan's breathing became shallow, but the rise and fall of her chest became more and more obvious. Every time she inadvertently raised her eyes, they quickly closed down like startled butterfly wings. Her long eyelashes cast trembling shadows on her eyelids. Her originally composed posture was now a little stiff. She seemed to be trapped in a transparent spider web. Every subtle movement amplified her helplessness.

Ultimately, she chose to cast her gaze into the distant emptiness, her lips maintaining a forced curve. Even the simplest expression seemed strained. The tangible contact with Sister Wang's persistent gaze caused her fair neck to tighten slightly, and even her fingertips turned a faint pink. This awkward shyness, on the contrary, added a vivid footnote to her beauty.