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Chapter 51 - Chapter 50: Nami Wants Compensation

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Beep! Beep!

The school bus horn sounded, and the bus slowly pulled away from the school, merging onto the main road to New York City.

Inside the bus, the students, looking at the city scenery passing by, couldn't contain their excitement and joy, and began to talk and laugh.

"Quiet! Dear students, please be quiet!" The teacher, a young man, stood next to the driver's seat. He put down his thermos, the one with the picture of the silver-haired goddess on it, and shouted into a megaphone.

All the students in the school bus calmed down and looked curiously at the new teacher.

As the class president, Nami obviously knew more. She whispered to Leo, "That's the new assistant instructor."

At this time, the somewhat macho main instructor grinned and said, "Dear students, I believe you all know who I am. But let me introduce myself again. I am your instructor, Roger Harrington. You can call me Mr. Harrington, or just instructor."

He clapped his palms enthusiastically. "I am responsible for arranging all the affairs of this trip. I am both a teacher and a tour guide. If you have any problems, just come to me. Don't be shy!"

"Also, let me tell you a secret," Instructor Harrington said with a smile. "I am a loyal fan of the silver-haired goddess."

You've already posted her picture on your thermos. Who doesn't know?

But the joke from the instructor immediately caused a burst of laughter from the students, breaking the ice and narrowing the distance between them.

In one of the backseats, Leo slapped his forehead, his face a mask of despair. Please, no…

"By the way, let me introduce you," Instructor Harrington said, and patted the young man standing next to him. "This is my temporary assistant and the deputy instructor for this trip."

"Introduce yourself to the class," he said, raising his eyebrows.

The young man, who had a bit of a sexy, scruffy look, nodded. He stepped forward, and his face suddenly became solemn. He opened his hands and said, "Hello, my name is Quentin Beck. You can also call me 'Mysterio.' I am a traveler from a parallel universe!"

All the students in the car were stunned. Leo's eyes widened. No way, have I met a fellow countryman?

Smack!

Instructor Harrington slapped Quentin Beck on the head and explained helplessly, "Everyone, please forgive your deputy instructor. He has a bit of a… dramatic flair."

Quentin Beck smiled. "How was my acting just now? Pretty real, right? My dream when I was a kid was to be an actor, a Hollywood stuntman."

The students looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

"Don't judge him by his looks," Instructor Harrington said. "He was recently applying for a position at Stark Industries. Maybe soon after he finishes his job as an assistant instructor, he will join Stark Industries as a technician."

The students clapped in admiration. A technician at Stark Industries? The gold content of that position was definitely higher than that of a university professorship.

Leo subconsciously touched his nose. He seemed to remember exiling the big boss of Stark Industries to another dimension. Although, it had been in his three-in-one state.

After the two instructors had finished their introductions, the school bus drove onto the highway, and the car began to quiet down. The curtains on the windows were closed, and the light and shadow in the car immediately darkened. Many students closed their eyes to sleep or played with their phones.

Leo was about to take a nap, but Nami, in the seat next to him, leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Do you remember what we talked about the day before yesterday?"

"The day before yesterday?" he asked, and then he remembered. She wanted compensation.

"What kind of compensation do you want?" he nodded happily.

"When I got on the bus, I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts a bit," she said, blushing, as if it were hard to speak.

"Just that? You call that compensation? Put your feet up, I'll rub it for you," he said directly, without thinking too much.

Nami hesitated, then bit her lower lip, firming up her inner resolve. She was sitting by the window, so she turned her back to it, and reached down to take off her little black short boots. She slightly pulled up the leg of her denim shorts, raised her foot, and lightly placed it on Leo's legs.

He was stunned. The moment she took off her boots, he realized his mistake. The weather was warmer today, and she was wearing a dress top and denim shorts, and her feet were wrapped in warm black pantyhose.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see a pair of beautiful young girl's legs, tightly wrapped in thin pantyhose. He wasn't a leg man, but at that moment, his heart jumped. Her legs were already slender, but up close, they were even more so, with a beautiful and flexible curve from her thigh to her ankle.

And the most beautiful part of her legs, he usually couldn't see. Her small and exquisite feet, wrapped in black silk with a good texture, the five toes like shining jewels, the curvature perfect, like a handicraft.

"Right there," she said, pointing to her right ankle. "It's twisted."

"I see," Leo said, taking a deep breath to calm the sudden racing of his heart. Just focus. It's just a sprained ankle. Don't make it weird, he told himself silently, then reached out and held Nami's right foot without hesitation.

The girl's feet were very small, and his hands could completely cover them, like holding a warm and smooth gem. He began to gently massage her ankle.

Her face was already blushing. The thing she had proposed now felt a bit too bold. And at the moment when he held her foot and began to rub it, her body stiffened, and an electric shock ran up from her foot.

"Wait, wait…" she bit her lip tightly and almost jumped out of her seat.

A bit of animal knowledge: a spider's feet are its most sensitive part. There are sensitive vibration receptors on their thighs, allowing them to detect any slight movement from the web under their feet.

CLANG!

The school bus suddenly lurched, waking many students. The driver's apologetic voice came over the intercom, "Sorry, class, a little too fast."

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