Please don't chase me

Who is he again?

Seven years ago. City M.

On a bright sunny day, on the campus where masses of students poured into the uni buildings, creating a stream like fishes swimming in one direction, a pair of sneakers dashed across followed by a pair of pretty sandals.

The first years came back from their summer holidays, their vibrant smiles and excitement still held the naivety and vigour the seniors once had, but as dust flew up and wind stormed past their figures, they perplexed turned around to find the source.

Intimidated yet awed they watched, silently praying for the guy that was chased relentlessly by a beautiful girl.

Round eyes with long lashes, a beautiful curved nose and luscious lips gave off a seductive look yet innocence radiated from the bright eyes of the girl. Her long black hair bounced behind her and her charm instantly captured everyone she passed.

Even though her features were elegant and tempting, none of it was present in her actions, instead, she was bubbly and cute, a mix that was deadly to both males and females.

Yet this beautiful girl in her skirt and blouse ran after a guy who could barely keep his trousers above his two bottom cheeks.

His roaring voice turned to pleading, "It was a mistake! Stop chasing me! The professor eventually forgets! The geezer isn't even mad, so why the hell are you?"

Yana didn't answer. Her eyes fixated on him and she sprinted faster. The guy felt doom looming over him and said his last prayers.

Why the hell are these delicate girls so damn fast? Where the hell did all of their strength come from?

"Dammit, my pants!" were his last infamous words before Yana caught up to him and made him subject to unforgettable memories.

The moment Yana was only one metre away from him, she jumped, flew in an arc and tackled the guy onto the ground.

Her feet landed on his back and his face hit the ground.

"Perfect," with a brilliant smile, Yana dusted her clothes as she got off the guy.

Her hair flying behind her, she viewed her masterpiece. Flat as a pancake her fellow uni mate laid on the ground.

"You didn't need to run away, this could've been solved peacefully," Yana shrugged her shoulders as the guy sat up and rubbed his face.

"Peacefully my ass, you used me as your stomping target."

"Everyone needs in-real-life practice," Yana smiled again.

The guy was unfazed by her beauty, instead, her words almost drove him insane. She was after all doing it on purpose!

With each step Yana closed in on him, desperation rose in his pitiful body and he held his hands up, "At least let me pull my pants up!"

Yana looked below his stomach and her smile grew wider.

"There's nothing, so don't worry about flashing."

BAM.

Not only was his dignity destroyed in front of everyone but his manhood suffered a death blow as well.

The uni beauty was too vicious. This wasn't a beauty! This was a pure helper of the devil!

On the other side, Yana was extremely happy. She pulled the guy by the ear behind her and basked in all the admiring gazes she didn't notice.

For her good deed she's just done now, the professor promised her the VIP menu in the cafeteria. The most revered item in all universities across the country.