Chapter 196 Come Catch the Pervert!
"James?" Linda called out.
James had just left the room when he saw Linda stepping out of the elevator with a package.
"Hey, did you just get back?" James asked.
Linda was dressed provocatively today. She wore a tight T-shirt that accentuated her chest and a short black skirt that showed off her long, fair legs. Her pink high-heeled sandals added a playful touch to her sexy look.
James remembered Linda always liked wearing miniskirts. Unless she was in pajamas at home, she usually wore miniskirts or short shorts.
It made sense; her long, fair legs were her best feature. Not showing them off would be a waste.
"Yeah," Linda nodded.
"I've got something to do, so I can't chat right now," James said.
He wasn't in the mood to admire Linda's legs. After replying, he quickly walked toward the elevator.
"Are you okay? You seem in a hurry," Linda asked, concerned, and walked up to him.
"I..." James paused, then said, "I'm fine, just have something to take care of."
"Alright then," Linda nodded, hesitated, then bit her lip and said, "James, I saw some photos of you with another girl downstairs today. Are those real?"
James was stunned.
He hadn't expected someone to go so far as to target his home, clearly trying to ruin his reputation.
"Where are those photos?" James asked, gritting his teeth.
"I saw them downstairs, but I tore them down and threw them away. I don't know if there are more. What's going on?" Linda asked.
"Those photos were photoshopped. The girl is my ex, but we broke up a long time ago, and we never slept together," James explained.
"I see." Linda nodded.
"Alright, I need to go. I know who did this, and I'm going to deal with it," James said, stepping into the elevator.
Linda watched his retreating figure, hesitating for a moment before murmuring to herself, "I always thought those photos were fake. James isn't the kind of person to do that."
After that, Linda took her package and went back to her room.
Ten minutes later, James arrived at the classroom, only to remember there were no afternoon classes. So, he headed to the girls' dormitory.
But when he got there, he realized a big problem: how was he supposed to get in? Boys weren't allowed inside.
"Screw it, I can't worry about that now!" James muttered and rushed in.
He already had a pretty good idea of who was behind the photos, but without her phone number, his only option was to search the dorm.
Once inside, James realized that the girls' dorm was just as messy as the guys' dorm, though it smelled a lot better—mostly of overpowering perfume. Clothes were strewn everywhere.
Ignoring all that, James ran straight to the fourth floor.
On the third floor, a girl in a low-cut nightgown came out and screamed when she saw him.
James was momentarily stunned by her appearance and tried to explain.
But she didn't give him a chance. "Help! There's a pervert in our dorm! Someone, help!"
Three or four other girls rushed out, glaring at James.
"Isn't this the guy from those photos in the classroom today?"
"Yeah, it looks like him!"
The girls were shocked to see him.
"That guy is clearly up to no good. It's not enough that he's a menace to his own girlfriend—now he's got the nerve to barge into our dorm. Girls, let's haul him off to the office!"
Startled, James ran upstairs.
A burly girl, looking like she could bench press a car, shouted and charged straight at James.
Seeing her barreling toward him, James was startled and, without a second thought, bolted up the stairs.
To his dismay, this girl, despite her hefty build, was surprisingly fast—like a sprinter on a mission. In no time, she was on his heels and tackled him to the ground.
"Think you can run with your small frame? I'm the sprint champion here," she said, sitting on his back.
"Ma'am, I know I was wrong. Can you get off me? I can barely breathe," James gasped.
"Cut the crap. Why are you here? If you don't explain, I'll take you to the dean's office!" she shouted.
"Yeah, explain yourself, or we'll take you to the dean's office!"
"This guy is no good; we can't let him go!"
The other girls caught up, angrily shouting at James.
