The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 179: Come On, Step Bigger!

"What? It's over already?" a girl exclaimed in disbelief. "Why does it feel like we just got started?"

"What a pity! When's your next class, teacher? I want to bring my boyfriend next time!"

"Teacher, you're so handsome! You seriously look like my next boyfriend. Can I add your WhatsApp?"

John was rendered speechless.

The classroom erupted into chatter. Clearly, the students were reluctant to leave. And the reason was obvious—John's teaching style was anything but traditional. He was lively, engaging, and captivating. He didn't just talk about diseases and treatments—he demonstrated them with real people, making the lessons stick in the minds of his students.

Some even began complaining about the guy with the spiked hair who had caused a delay earlier. If not for him, maybe class would've gone on longer.

As John watched this group of lively and adorable students, he finally understood what Kate had meant when she spoke of the energy and beauty of campus life. The youthful enthusiasm, the carefree laughter—this was what youth should feel like.

It reminded him that he, too, was still in his prime.

And yet, his environment had shaped him into someone far more mature than most his age.

John couldn't help but envy their freedom—their unburdened joy.

"Handsome teacher, can I take a photo with you? I want to show it off on WhatsApp!"

Several girls rushed up to him, phones in hand, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

John quickly composed his expression and said seriously, "Didn't I tell you before class that you should focus on the brilliance of my intellect, not covet my devastatingly handsome appearance and incomparable charisma?"

The girls instantly pouted, looking as if they were about to whine.

But then John added with a playful glint in his eye, "But since it's your first offense... I'll forgive you this time. Come on then—torture me with your selfies!"

For a brief moment, the room was frozen in stunned silence.

Then laughter erupted like fireworks.

The girls giggled gleefully, crowding around John to take pictures. Within seconds, those photos were posted online.

"The most handsome male teacher in history—are the other girls drooling yet?"

Of course, they were smart enough to group their WhatsApp contacts and hide the post from parents and nosy relatives.

Even though class had officially ended, another twenty minutes passed before John could finally leave. Not because he dragged things out—but because his students simply wouldn't let go.

As he walked along the tree-lined path on campus, Emily strolled beside him. Her delicate features were relaxed, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with a soft smile.

"Teacher Lopez, your charm is something else," she teased lightly. "You've gained a whole army of little fans after just one class."

Truthfully, at the beginning, Emily—like Principal Lee—had been deeply concerned about John's interest-based traditional medicine course. The subject wasn't mandatory, and students weren't obligated to attend. Which meant this first session was crucial. If John failed to win them over, future attendance would be dismal.

And indeed, there had been bumps.

But John handled them with such ease and charisma that those initial concerns evaporated.

To everyone's surprise, the class was a huge success. Watching the girls take selfies with John, Emily even felt a small pang of jealousy.

The two of them walked side by side beneath the gentle glow of campus lights. Emily's slender silhouette stretched out beside her like a soft shadow.

She hesitated, then asked carefully, "Teacher Lopez... You're not going back to New York tonight, are you?"

There was something intimate about the way she called him "Teacher Lopez," almost more affectionate than calling him by name.

When the words left her lips, her heart thudded heavily in her chest.

It was the kind of question a girl might ask on a first date. Soft. Shy. Hopeful.

John glanced up at the moon, then turned to the beautiful woman beside him. He smirked playfully.

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"It depends on your attitude, Emily. Do you want me to stay, or should I leave?"

"Of course... I want you to stay," she whispered, her voice gradually fading until it was barely audible—just a breath of wind.

The heat rising in her cheeks matched the flirtation in John's gaze. Her heart fluttered like a caged bird.

Then, on impulse, John grinned mischievously and said, "Come on, Emily. Step bigger!"

"What?"

Emily froze mid-step, confused by the abrupt command. Why would he say something so random at such an emotional moment?

Still, uncertain but obedient, she took a deliberately larger step forward.

John's eyes sparkled as he marveled inwardly.

Nice legs.

So long, so slender, and so perfectly shaped. They were like two flawless, symmetrical railroad tracks—just begging for a train to run between them.

"Ha! Since you've already taken a step forward for me," John said with a roguish smile, "Let's head back to River Apartment tonight."

Emily's face turned crimson.

She was so overwhelmed with embarrassment she couldn't even form a reply. Her entire body flushed red, and she looked like she wanted to bury herself in her chest.

John's teasing was shameless.

And yet... she was excited.

Her heart was racing. Her steps quickened. Her breath came in short gasps.

Was tonight the night she would finally complete her transformation—from a girl to a woman?