He wanted to hold her hand, touch her body, kiss her face.
Of that, he was absolutely certain.
But the girl didn’t seem so sure. She just kept looking at him, her gaze fixed on his face, not once drifting down to the muscles he was so proud of.
He set the tablet aside and stood, his presence wrapping her in a wave of masculine intensity.
"You said it yourself—ninety-eight thousand, guaranteed to learn!"
Serena was speechless.
Had she trapped herself?
"What don’t you understand?"
Sebastian pulled out the printed teaching material, pointing at a section he had underlined.
"Holding hands. What does this say about nerve conduction? I don’t get it."
Serena’s little face went blank. She slipped her small, soft hand into his much larger one.
So simple, and he still didn’t get it. Clearly, he had a problem with physical contact.
Sebastian’s heart swelled as he grasped her hand fully.
"Fingers interlaced, skin against skin. Focus on the warmth in the palm, the dampness, close your eyes. Imagine the feeling of our blood flowing together through this contact…"
Together?
Sebastian’s heartbeat lurched wildly.
"Do you feel your pulse speeding up?" Serena asked.
His body temperature had risen. That meant his nerve conduction was working just fine.
Serena thought to herself that as a student of love, she’d always been a failure, but as a teacher, she seemed surprisingly gifted.
She really was a genius!
Sebastian opened his eyes. Not just my heartbeat—I feel my blood boiling. But he only asked, "And you?"
Her gaze was clear, her small hand still cool. Their interlocked fingers gave him nothing back.
Sebastian was hyper-aware of bodily reactions—he could read the slightest twitch in an opponent’s muscle to predict their moves. Yet Serena was the only one whose body remained unchanged, as though her heart was a still pond no one could disturb.
"Ahem. This is your learning experience. You don’t need to worry about my reaction," Serena explained.
"Look into my eyes," Sebastian ordered.
And she realized she had never called his name, not once. From the beginning, she had kept him at arm’s length, a stranger she didn’t need to remember or name. When the time came, they would part as strangers again.
He seemed to be waiting for something. After a long silence, she answered, "Okay."
In that instant, disappointment flickered in his eyes.
That afternoon, Experimental High School announced the challenge match with First High—and the stakes.
One million in cash, and the title of a Chinese Academy of Sciences research team.
The news spread online like wildfire.
At the same time, Experimental High revealed its roster.
Everyone had assumed it would be the same ten who had come to school yesterday. Even the research team had studied those ten’s profiles, confident of an easy win. But the published list carried unfamiliar names.
"Who’s this Corbin? And Liam—why do they look familiar?" Jeremy asked.
First High’s forum answered faster than any research team. The new names belonged to two former national top-ten physics competition contenders. Even Jake had once competed, placing in the top fifteen nationally.
The team now had eleven members. One entry carried only the code name X.
There was no doubt about it—Experimental High had brought in a trump card.

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