Campus Moonlight 110

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The day the college entrance exam results came out, I turned eighteen.

The celebration banquet and birthday party were held at a hotel owned by a classmate's father. My parents, wanting me to completely
relax didn't invite any teachers and avoided the event themselves. Only my classmates and I remained in a large private room on the second floor.

The room was filled with smoke, and the shouts and cheers were so loud they seemed about to lift the roof off. I single-handedly faced off against my friends,
enduring round after round of toasts, emptying my glass in no time. If it weren't for Wei Jun, I think I would have been carried out lying down.

When the beer bottles on the floor clattered together, Wei Jun shielded me. She stood up, opened a bottle of beer,
pointed at the group, and told them not to bully me, what was the big deal? I laughed heartily, knowing these guys were
helpless.

Wei Jun was the prettiest girl in the class, and her grades had consistently been number one for years. She used to focus solely on
her studies, was quiet and reserved, and her introverted personality meant no one in the class dared to mess with her. A few clueless
guys got a real dressing down from her. Although she became more outgoing after we got together, she still retained her arrogance.

Sure enough, they wilted, only daring to provoke me verbally; no one dared to mess with her. It wasn't until we went to the dance hall that they finally
came to their senses, pushing and shoving us to dance.

The lights in the dance hall were all on, someone took a camera and started randomly flashing pictures, and eventually everyone
started jumping around. My head was spinning, and I felt like everything was a mess. I put my arm around Wei Jun's waist, trying to kiss her because of
the alcohol , but she stuffed a sugar cube in her mouth, and the alcohol hit me so
hard I felt dizzy and she fell to the ground. Laughter erupted all around.

That was probably the last time Wei Jun and I met during the summer vacation. When I went to find her again, she had already gone on a trip. She didn't return until the day before I was supposed to
register for school she hurriedly left again. In short,
my most relaxed vacation of middle school wasn't happy at all. Arriving in another city from one, the scenery hadn't changed much, but my mood was completely different: studying

would n't be as arduous as before, and my dates with Wei Jun would no longer be restricted. How could I not be happy Stepping off the bus onto the street, the fatigue of the day and night vanished with the fresh morning breeze. As soon as I entered the new school gates, Wei Jun ran past me and disappeared into the crowd. I circled around for a while before finding her in front of the bulletin board, where she was looking at the red paper with black words. Seeing that we were assigned to the same class, I breathed a sigh of relief , and the last bit of worry in my heart disappeared. From the beginning of school until high school graduation, Wei Jun and I had always been in the same class. This childhood sweetheart myth, spanning over a decade, was still going strong thanks to my efforts in the last two years of high school. We wandered around the campus, everything was new and exciting: the tall teaching buildings, the beautiful library, the spacious square —far superior to any middle school campus. Leaning back on the shady grass, gazing at the small pavilion shimmering with golden light on the hillside by the woods, I felt relaxed, even the luggage on my back seemed lighter. University accommodation is different from high school; besides the public dormitories, there are newly built student apartments. The apartment Wei Jun chose was located on the hillside, a cluster of small buildings hidden by a grove of trees—the highest-end type of student apartment. A large room of twenty square meters was divided into a bedroom and a bathroom, fully furnished with a bed, table, chairs, curtains, and other amenities; with a little decoration, it was practically a small home. I offered to help her decorate, but she excitedly stopped me, saying, "No need, no need, I'll design it." She walked around the room, gesturing and measuring various dimensions, and after a long while, she remembered me, smiling at me, "This place is nice; now I'm finally free." " I'm exhausted," I said dejectedly. Last night, I spent half the night serving this young lady, looking like a laborer. She skipped over and kissed me on both cheeks. "Okay, okay, I know you've worked hard . You go ahead and do your thing. I need to think about it." Then she ignored me. Compared to Wei Jun's apartment, mine couldn't really be called an apartment. Although it was nominally the same size building and even a floor higher, it was practically a student dormitory. There was nothing I could do about it; my family was n't as well-off as hers. The room was about the same size, with two beds on each side and a table and chairs in the middle. It wasn't too crowded; four people could manage. My bed opposite mine was occupied by a guy from Shandong, not tall but very sturdy, round like a "bumpkin." Compared to him, the other two, from Shanghai and Jiangxi, looked much thinner, and with their glasses, they looked rather effeminate. The room was a mess, everyone was tidying up. I put down my luggage and joined them. When the noise subsided, it was almost midnight. Moonlight streamed through the window, making the room hazy. After a busy day, the clutter in the room was tidied up. In the quiet, the soft snoring from the bed opposite me indicated that my new classmates were all fast asleep . My university life had begun, and I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, a little excited. In this unfamiliar city, a new life was about to begin, and I was truly looking forward to it. Would it be as vibrant and colorful as I imagined? A thin cloud drifted by, obscuring the bright moon. The freshman orientation ceremony was held in the computer lab. After the principal gave a few welcoming words, he started boasting about things like joint programs, expanding postgraduate enrollment, and establishing doctoral programs—a whole bunch of things that didn't interest us at all. The department head was even more annoying, giving us a lecture on ethics. After announcing the instructors for each course, Wei Jun and I slipped out. She handed me a slip of paper with a beaming smile, saying smugly, "Let me take a look and see if I missed anything." Even though I knew her parents were rich, I was still shocked when I saw the list : goodness, it cost over ten thousand yuan, enough for my entire academic year! Seeing my expression, she became even more smug: "How about it? Your uncle promised to buy you a computer for our summer vacation trip." A large shopping mall nearby became our target. We first bought a computer at the computer store next door, and then we rushed inside. Wei Jun has many interests; first, she grabbed a few posters of celebrities, then picked out a stack of cartoon comics, and I became her follower again. Passing by the women's goods counter, I gestured to her and asked if she wanted to pick out some daily necessities. She was taken aback at first, but seeing my mischievous smile, she punched me. I picked out a few clothes for her, but she looked at them and shook her head, saying they were too unfashionable. She picked out a few herself, and when she tried them on, I was immediately impressed. Seriously, she only went out for a trip, but she's become so fashionable, she doesn't look like a student anymore. But I was quite happy; this outfit, a blend of femininity and innocent student image, was very appealing . As we were leaving, she saw the pretty bicycles in the lobby and was attracted to buy one, asking for my opinion, which I of course supported. When I registered, I was envious for a long time of seeing men and women getting in and out of cars at the school gate. It would be nice to have a bicycle so I could take Wei Jun for a ride on the playground.

As I finished pasting the last painting, Wei Jun pushed open the door and came in. She was carrying a basin, a towel wrapped around her head,
her hair still wet and steaming. After showering, she was wearing her newly bought clothes: a pink shirt over a
light blue , and a knee-length brown skirt tightly cinched at the waist with a new women's belt, giving her a pure and beautiful look with
a touch of allure.

Wei Jun was originally a rather introverted girl, always buried in her studies for years, earning the nickname "bookworm."
She only became more outgoing after becoming friends with me in our second year of high school, but her girlish shyness remained. I remember our first
date in the woods behind the school; she was incredibly shy, blushing even when we held hands. It wasn't until she tasted love before the college entrance exam that she became
more outgoing in public.

These past two days, she'd been acting completely wild, something I'd never seen before. Perhaps her holiday travels had broadened her horizons? Looking at her
white neck, still glistening with water droplets, I suddenly realized we'd both grown up.

"Oh, everything's done," she complimented. "Yes, you should thank me, right?" I smiled, took the towel off her
head opened my arms, and hugged her. She struggled slightly and sat on my lap. "Mmm, smells so good!"
Wei Jun, fresh and clean, exuded a unique girlish fragrance, her whole body warm and cozy, nestled in my arms, making me feel warm all over.

She squirmed restlessly, and water droplets from her hair splashed onto my lips, salty and carrying the scent of shower gel.

I licked the water droplets on her face and covered her mouth with mine. A summer of longing turned into a long kiss, tight
and deep, we could feel each other's heartbeats. Blushing cheeks, misty eyes, Wei Jun had really changed, and
I felt something sprouting in her heart.

Her sweater fluttered down like clouds, her pink shirt was open, and her pink lace bra accentuated her beautiful breasts, which were
flushed reflected in the pink, making them incredibly alluring. The fleshy mounds were warm and slippery, and my hand couldn't linger before slipping
inside her bra. Two small red nipples were already hard and erect, swelling much faster than before. Everything went smoothly;
her shirt was taken off and thrown on the bed, the bra straps snapping open and sliding down to her abdomen. Only her two full, jade-like breasts left me
no time to untie my skirt before I began to suckle her nipples.

Wei Jun let out a soft nasal sound, her nipples hardening and rounding under the teasing of my tongue, her body falling onto the bed. Her
skirt billowed down to her stomach, her strong thighs lying across the edge of the bed, trembling slightly, white and almost greasy. My heart raced. My dates with Wei Jun had
always been secretive, in dimly lit environments; I had never truly seen her private parts. Although
I had seen images of women's private parts in some pictures and comics, the desire to see them in reality
was incredibly strong for a naive student like me, with only a superficial understanding of sex and full of fantasies. Now, the opportunity had finally arrived.

Worried about Wei Jun's mental state, I dared not be reckless. I gently kissed and sucked her tongue, teased her breasts, and
carefully pulled down her panties. Under the evening sunset, the girl's vulva was like a flower in full bloom, pink and tender like
the flesh of a newly hatched clam. Dark pubic hair clung to her lips, her labia tightly closed, and tiny red folds peeking out from between the hairs lay quietly
along the upper edge of her lips, like a small fortress guarding the stream, overlooking the hills and valleys.

So beautiful! I was moved by the girl's delicate beauty and stood there dumbfounded between her legs. "You...you...what are you doing
! You...you're so lewd..." Wei Jun came to her senses, pounding my shoulders with her hands,
leaping off the bed, and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"What's lewd about it? It's just the love of beauty!" I said, stripping off my clothes in her embrace and licking her
face. She didn't say anything, only kept pounding my chest and kicking her legs wildly. Suddenly, I felt her
heat, touching the softest part of the girl. Her delicate warmth intoxicated and agitated me; I wanted to let go and
experience her further, but she wouldn't let go. "Ah!" she cried out in slight pain. I felt my tip push open her
vulva, the heat intensifying, and I quickly cupped her bottom.

Slowly, I entered her fiery body. Wei Jun's tightness was as always, my penis dilating and contracting as I
moved forward. I tilted my head back, relaxing my body and mind to savor the girl's beauty. How long had it been! I hadn't done this before. Summer
's anticipation was relieved by picture books and even my hands—how could that compare to this!

The autumn sun streamed into the room, turning Wei Jun's flowing hair golden, making
her breasts, bouncing against my chest in the shadows, appear even whiter. The temperature rose quietly, mixed with crackling sounds, a certain atmosphere filling the room. I
picked her up and strolled around the room; in the afterglow, we were pressed together like a beautiful painting. The male celebrity
Wei Jun liked wasn't as handsome and cool as usual; he stared at us with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

I walked to the portrait, smiled, and pressed Wei Jun against it. The celebrity disappeared from sight, and the sounds of our thrusting became rapid.

Wei Jun's body slid across the painting, her tender legs being thrown up and then falling heavily back down. I released her,
using only my crotch to support her weight, and as she fell, she completely enveloped me. Lowering my head slightly, my mouth could reach her breasts;
the tiny buds were already swollen, soft and sticky like candy in my mouth, releasing a sweet fragrance as I chewed.

Wei Jun's orgasm came like a shooting star. Just moments before, she had been moaning softly, but suddenly her whole body pressed against mine, as if trying to
burrow into me; her thighs twisted and tightened around me, her buttocks trembling like a sieve. A warm current, accompanied by irregular
spasms, flowed from her body, over her tight flesh, and down to my shaft. "Ugh... ah..." she moaned in pleasure, holding me
tightly.

"You're all done," she asked in my ear after a short rest. "You came too fast, it's outside."

"Outside." She pinched me hard. I carried her back to the bed, adjusted her position so her buttocks were hanging off
the edge , and began a fierce assault. Amidst the alternating high and low moans, her body rose and fell, fueling my
desire to soar, reaching its peak as she murmured in her dreamlike state.

In the afterglow of my ejaculation, I leaned against her legs, surveying the battlefield of victory. Her

muddy, damp vulva was covered with white droplets, her delicate labia parted in a slit, the larger opening in the middle
revealing a red, moist opening, like a flower blooming in the morning mist; droplets of fluid gathered on the weeds dripped down, falling onto the petals to nourish
the tender buds; the wary little mound at the top relaxed, a pinkish-white clitoris peeked out,
looking around , a large nipple fell, hitting her and pulling her back into her folds. The girl, bathed in the autumn colors, was decadent,
becoming the most beautiful scenery of autumn. The pride of passing the university entrance exam

twice , coupled with youthful arrogance, filled me with anticipation for the future: to spend four years in this new campus, carefree and relaxed, learning something enjoyable, reliving old memories with Wei Jun, and not letting this youth go to waste. Who knew that this anticipation would be so quickly shattered, even before classes officially started. A kind of anxiety and restlessness I had never experienced before overwhelmed me, almost causing me to succumb to it—because I met Teacher Bai Ling. Thinking back on my first encounter with Bai Ling now, it's somewhat amusing.

One evening before classes started, I was playing basketball with some roommates. In middle and high school, everyone
's bodies were practically worn down by studying; after a few laps, we were all panting heavily, listless and weak. As I slowly dribbled
the ball back, something strange happened. The guys who had been so sickly just moments before rushed towards me like madmen.
Turning around hastily, I saw a beautiful woman standing under the hoop behind me, watching the game with great interest.

I ran to her with the ball, and a beautiful woman about my height was smiling at us, dressed in
dark green , her black hair flowing in the wind. The atmosphere on the court immediately became lively. Even the slender Glasses and my cousin put in
their best effort, especially when we passed by her, a faint fragrance wafting over. Everyone's eyes lit up; a game
had finally turned into a real "match."

That fleeting glance left a deep impression on me. This is probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in real life
. That beautiful face and mature, well-proportioned body could only appear in my dreams. So many times I've had wet dreams and masturbated, all for
those illusory images. Seeing her in person today, what could be more arousing?

I'm always confused by my own physical desires. Wei Jun is young and beautiful enough, yet this delicate young woman has never
appeared in my dreams, not even a similar one. Instead, it's always mature women who haunt my dreams.

When I watch movies or look at detailed picture books, it's always the voluptuous
women .

I don't know if there's something wrong with my psychology.

That night I couldn't sleep; her image was all I could think of.

They say fate brings people together, and meeting in a sea of people from one city to another should be considered
fate, right? But the next day I discovered she was my teacher—what else could it be?

The next day, classes officially started, and as the books were handed out, my heart, which had been floating on clouds, plummeted. When the first
English , I saw four thick volumes of "Science and Technology English" on my desk, and my heart sank even further. English was my
weakest subject; it always dragged me down. The pages were filled with black ink, and apart from a few prepositions and articles,
the rest completely unfamiliar. Sigh! Passing seemed unlikely. Just then,
a whistle sounded from behind, and the classroom fell silent.

Standing in the doorway was yesterday's beauty. Everyone's attention was drawn to her, and I saw a
hint . She wore a light gray suit with a black skirt—a standard white-collar worker's outfit—yet
she exuded a unique sensuality that was irresistibly alluring. Her face, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, appeared fair and smooth, almost
glowing ; her bangs brushed against the frames, swaying gently in the autumn breeze, a captivating and alluring sight.

With a clatter of high heels, she walked onto the podium, glanced around the class, and her cherry lips parted slightly. Her clear voice
was utterly serious, a stark contrast to her previous gentleness, making her seem like a completely different person. She introduced herself in standard Mandarin,
then spoke about the importance and methods of learning English, concluding with a stern warning that she wouldn't let us pass just to demonstrate her teaching
skills .

Mature and dignified yet retaining a touch of femininity, elegant and generous without being rigid, coupled with her immediate commanding presence—
the stark contrast between her gentleness and her imposing manner was both shocking and stimulating. The girls I had in high school
were either overly vibrant or naively naive; none possessed such grace. The class was incredibly tiring; I
tossed and turned in my seat, glancing at her while afraid of being caught in her gaze, also keeping an eye on the students next to me—my neck was aching from all the twisting and turning.

When she moved across the podium, her skirt lifting slightly to reveal her shapely legs, I was completely captivated by her.

Compared to the shock of the teacher, another matter seemed insignificant, though strangely enough, Wei Jun was
appointed class monitor. It's truly a case of fortunes

changing drastically. After dinner, I asked Wei Jun to meet me, hoping to ask why and ease my anxiety. Watching Wei Jun
jog across the playground, the image of Teacher Bai Ling flashed through my mind. "What? I have things to do," she said,
sounding very anxious. "Come out and talk." Seeing her turn to leave, I grabbed her: "How did you become class monitor?"

She stopped and pulled me to sit on a bench by the roadside.

"What!" I exclaimed in surprise upon hearing her words, "You even went to that dark-skinned homeroom teacher's house?"

She spat, "You, you never have a kind mouth." I smiled ingratiatingly and said, "I was just
concerned for you. You don't know anyone here, don't fall for it." She glared at me angrily and said, "You, watch your mouth,
don't offend people, and try to get out and about."

How strange! Back in my second year of high school, I was the class monitor, and she was a bookworm. Our homeroom teacher knew that I was the only one in the class
who could talk to her, so she asked me to talk to her and persuade her not to get sick from studying so much. At that time, I advised her:
"Get out and about, learn about society." Now, it's the other way around; she went to the teacher's house with a few male classmates from her hometown.

"Why are you acting strange?" My heart skipped a beat. This… "Okay, introduce me to her. Do you know that
English ?"

She looked at me with a half-smile, and said, "Don't go, she's a bit…" She changed her
tone , "She's a bit strange."

Finally, I learned the situation from her: Bai Ling, a graduate of a prestigious foreign language college, had been
teaching English since being assigned here. Her boyfriend, whom she dated in college, was assigned to a mountainous area after graduation. After two years, they
finally got married before the new year, and have been living apart ever since. Whether it was due to the separation or her
personality , she was very lonely at school, rarely interacting with people, and somewhat unreasonable. In the classes she taught, there were always
many students who couldn't pass the English exams. Some of those who dropped out are now coming back to retake them. Because of this, her
relationship with the department was tense, but she was stubborn and wouldn't compromise.

"Someone said he's a pervert!" Wei Jun finally blurted out. She glanced around cautiously and added, "
Remember that department head at the ceremony? They're sworn enemies. You'd better not go, lest you offend someone without even realizing it."

Students from Fengfeng College walked past us; it was already dark. Seeing Wei Jun's expression, I knew
I couldn't keep her there tonight, so I reluctantly begged her, "Could you change my seat?"

"Why?"

she glared at me. I said seriously, "You know I'm bad at English, and with my seat in the back, I
can't concentrate at all. If she's this good, how am I supposed to graduate?" She giggled a few times, glanced at me,
and ran away.

I moved to the front row and sat next to "Dunzi." Aside from more chalk dust, everything was fine. Bai Ling
continued her class. After a while, as the class grew, everyone's initial enthusiasm waned, but my heart
, quiet in this stillness, burned even brighter. Every time she stepped into the classroom, my heart would
involuntarily .

Bai Ling liked to wear light-colored clothes. Her high-end outfits, combined with her neat and clean appearance, were very pleasing to the eye.

Her beautiful face, accentuated by her clothes, paired with her scholarly glasses, and the aura she exuded in her soft voice and movements,
were captivating. The understated yet authoritative air about her was even more alluring. Stealing glances at her up close was a true
pleasure !

Directly in front of the blackboard was a wooden podium about half a person's height. For most of the class time, half of her body was obscured. Only
when she was doing exercises would she sometimes step down, at which point her full figure could be seen. Her skin was fair, her figure curvaceous and
well-proportioned, and the lines created by her limbs stretched taut within her clothing were alluring and captivating.

Attending her class became a headache for me. I had to pay attention to the lecture, be prepared for her questions, and also try to catch a glimpse of her, making it difficult
to concentrate. Several times I was called on, my face flushed and I couldn't answer, making a complete fool of myself. She, however, generally didn't
reprimand me and continued the lesson.

For a while at the beginning of the semester, I was basically in a state of panic. It took me more than a month to recover and
start to seriously consider things. Since fate had brought us together here, I couldn't just let it slip away.

The wonderful university life I had imagined turned into the grueling studies of high school, and I couldn't
leave a bad impression on her because of my grades. Wei Jun's English was much better than mine, so I asked her for help during evening self-study sessions. Unfortunately,
she couldn't stand my poor performance after a few days and gave up.

Actually, it was impossible to get Bai Ling's attention by improving my English. Putting aside whether it
was realistic , she didn't pay much attention to the top English students in the class. It seemed that if I wanted to have any contact with her
, I had to understand her as a person.

Bai Ling's residence wasn't far from ours, on a straight line. After passing through a grove of trees, there was a multi-story
faculty building, where she lived, just like me.

In order to learn as much as possible about Bai Ling, I changed my daily routine. After dinner, I wouldn't go to self-study first. Instead,
I would sit on a bench in the grove with a book, reading and waiting for her to go for a walk. Sometimes, unable to contain my impatience, I would climb to
the pavilion on the mountain and peer out at her window from afar.

Bai Ling had a habit of going to the reading room to research the night before class, and a few times I boldly followed her,
pretending to borrow a book and flip through it. The fluorescent lights in the reading room were particularly bright, making me feel both guilty and nervous, as if all
my innermost thoughts were being laid bare. Of course, I couldn't sit too close to Bai Ling, but even though I was a bit far, stealing
a few glances at her fair face under the light was quite comforting, much better than being in the dry, cold forest on the mountaintop.

My various efforts were basically ineffective; Bai Ling seemed to completely ignore me,
never speaking to me except when she asked me questions during breaks. Just when I was making no progress, Wei Jun was becoming increasingly successful. First, she
started a literary society under the student union's name, and then she was preparing a dance team for the department. Really! I was the one who taught her those skills
before, so I became their dance teacher. The girls Wei Jun recruited were really not that great,
nothing compared to her. I wasn't really interested either, except maybe having a wild dance with them every weekend to cool off.

Before the midterms, Wei Jun called me in and told me she was running for publicity officer in the student council and asked me
to campaign for her. She turned on her computer and went online to the campus network, where there was a campaign forum. She pointed to a post by Yang Lang and said,
"You have to contribute to my campaign." In a flash, I saw the English Corner next to it, and the moderator's name was Bai
Ling.

As soon as I got back to my dorm, I called home to ask for a computer. I used to be too embarrassed to ask, having been a freeloader for eighteen years,
contributing nothing and still wanting this and that, but now I couldn't care less.

Bai Ling's forum was quite popular and the level of the posts was very high. When I first joined, I couldn't post anything at all; it was all
about poetry and classic literature, which I didn't understand. I registered a username called "English illiterate" and started browsing some old,
excellent posts. When I got tired of that, I would look at Bai Ling's profile, which was almost empty, but at least I could get
a feel for clicking on the ID. Once, I posted a passage from a classic novel, and Bai Ling commented that I had made great progress, which excited me for a while.

And it really did improve; it was around that time that I came across foreign erotic novels.

Aside from directly approaching her and striking up a conversation—that's what I used to do when I encountered pretty female classmates—I couldn't
find any other direct way to make contact, but now I was much more timid than before. I didn't understand
why I was so cowardly; even when asking her questions, I couldn't speak fluently. It was in this state that our
final exams .

The day of the exam was very cold, and my brain seemed frozen. I stared blankly at the densely packed exam paper like an idiot.

Bai Ling, wearing a white scarf, patrolled the classroom, leaving no opportunity to cheat. Looking around,
most of the students were dejected; I thought I was doomed.

The next evening during self-study, I had only flipped through a few pages when Wei Jun interrupted me: "The English scores are out in the faculty section
." Everyone rushed out with a whoosh. Wei Jun stopped me. "Don't go. You're two
points short of passing." I slumped down.

Of course, I wasn't the only one who failed; about ten people in the class didn't pass. When the person checking the scores came back, the classroom
erupted in chaos, everyone shouting and cursing Bai Ling. It was her fault, too. Not only was the test difficult, but she also graded it very strictly.
Most of us were on the verge of passing, and she could have let many off easily if she had loosened her grip a little.

Feeling discouraged and frustrated, I walked out of the chaotic classroom.

The wind in the corridor was strong, making my face numb, and my feverish mind gradually cooled down. Sigh! Maybe that's
just the kind of person she is. Thinking about it calmly, she didn't do anything wrong, but what about me later...?

"Come in," Wei Jun called to me, but I shook my head.

She quietly walked up behind me and said, "They're discussing: getting rid of Bai Ling."

"What!"

No matter how I tried to dissuade them, it was no use. The classmates shooed me out, and I slunk back to the dormitory.

"Dunzi," fearing I'd clash with everyone, brought back the signed paper. It listed Bai Ling's transgressions,
one of which was so poorly explained that no one could understand it. Both those who failed and those who passed signed, and everyone demanded the department
change teachers.

"Brother, it's your turn to sign."

"Dunzi" handed me a pen. "I'm not signing," I threw the pen at him.

Wei Jun later approached me, telling me the department didn't object to the matter and allowed students to voice their opinions. She advised
me, "You should still sign, don't offend anyone." I understood what she meant; someone was definitely
instigating this behind the scenes. I was furious. Bai Ling was really something, already so powerful in the department, why did she have to
go against the students? Angry as I was, I absolutely couldn't afford to offend Bai Ling, so I vented my anger on the department,
angrily telling Wei Jun, "I won't sign, I fucking won't sign!"

Someone posted this on Bai Ling's forum, sparking a heated debate. I secretly wrote two
posts defending and was brutally attacked. I fell out with many people over this and was called a disloyal bastard,
but I didn't regret it at all, because the outcome thrilled me: Bai Ling finally noticed me.

A few days later, I went to the reading room and was secretly watching her when her gaze caught mine. My heart
pounded , and I was completely flustered. She smiled and pointed to an empty seat opposite me, gesturing for me to go. I looked
incredibly awkward, like a diners in a restaurant, and I dashed over there.

The spacious and bright library reading room was quiet and not crowded. She sat at a table by the window, wearing a white
rabbit fur sweater, looking relaxed and carefree. I had barely settled down when she asked me a question that almost made me want to crawl under the table. "You
're the one who's 'English illiterate,' aren't you?" She looked at me, suppressing a laugh, and changed her tone to serious. "I'm having
trouble " My mouth was so clumsy; I stammered and didn't know what I was saying.

Finally, I could talk to Bai Ling without having to make excuses. I was excited for days and became a regular
at the reading room . On nights when she might be there, I would arrive early to save her a seat.

She liked to sit by the window, reading and taking notes. Sometimes, when she got tired, she would stretch her arms.

At those times, I would try to make conversation, ask questions, discuss things, and try to get closer to her. I noticed she had
a habit of pausing while reading to gaze at the bright moon outside the window.

After a few encounters, my initial timidity and nervousness lessened, and I no longer felt that
tension . That's how it is; no matter how much you admire or respect someone, once you get to know them, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's like
breaking through a thin layer of paper; the most important thing is that initial touch.

Those nights were wonderful!

Outside the window, the autumn wind rustled the leaves, and moonlight filtered through the gaps, casting dappled shadows
on The shimmering light and shadow accentuated her serene beauty. The indoor light shone on her face, revealing a pristine complexion.
Her black hair, lightly swaying in the wind, danced before my eyes, and her pale yellow trench coat was ruffled by the breeze.

Her hands were clasped on the table, the slight bulge between her elbows making my calm heart uneasy again. My gaze
lingered on her face, admiring her quiet beauty, often lingering on her chest. "Ouch!" A cool breeze would
often startle her awake. She would shrug, look up, and see me, her expression becoming unnatural, a captivating display of feigned anger
. Whenever this happened, I would change the subject with a question, only to revert to my old ways once things returned to normal.

In just half a month, I had more opportunities to interact with Bai Ling than I had imagined, although I mostly initiated these
interactions, she didn't seem to mind. On her walks, when she bought food at the cafeteria, and on her way home from school, I would suddenly
appear as if it were a chance encounter, ask her some questions, and use the excuse of chatting about other things. From her positive and earnest attitude, I
realized that she, being alone, longed for communication.

The English corner on campus became the place where Bai Ling and I communicated across time and space. I posted more and more messages, and
once I even boldly forwarded a love poem, which she read very carefully. Text messages became our
medium of communication, and she usually replied to every message.

Despite breaking through the barrier of unfamiliarity, our relationship remained at the level of teacher and student, mainly revolving around academic
issues . This relationship gradually failed to satisfy me. Every night, lying in bed,
recalling her voice and smile from the daytime, my physical desire would rise, and with each daytime attempt at restraint and suppression,
this desire would come faster and more intensely. How could I resolve this without the temporary relief of masturbation? One morning at the end of

April

, Bai Ling suddenly didn't come to class. I spent the entire day speculating about what had happened;
she never missed a class. As soon as I finished dinner that evening, I climbed the hill behind her house. Her light was on, which reassured me somewhat.

That cold night, I paced back and forth in the wind, hesitant, unsure whether to go up and check on her.

Gazing at the rising moon, impulse overcame my fear.

I knocked on her door. She looked surprised but let me in. I noticed her eyes were red.

It was my first time entering the home of a married yet single woman. The psychological effect, combined with the elegant furnishings, gave
me a refreshing feeling—a tranquility unlike the vibrant colors of a young girl's home.

The small living room didn't feel cramped due to the sparse decorations. The blue and white marble floor, under the fluorescent lights,
seemed somewhat cold, but paired with the snow-white and high-end black leather sofa, it possessed an indescribable
understated elegance .

A large landscape oil painting hung above the opposite door, and a potted asparagus fern sat on a glass table by the window; the simple
arrangement created a serene artistic atmosphere in the room.

Bai Ling was wearing a pristine white thermal outfit, a perfectly fitted size that accentuated her delicate figure. Standing
in the slightly chilly scenery, she resembled a blooming orchid, making me feel ashamed of my own appearance.

"I rarely have anyone here, please don't mind," she explained, noticing my awkwardness. She then led me to
the sofa, and before I could speak, she apologized again, saying she had something to attend to and asked me to wait.

Already feeling uneasy, I couldn't sit still any longer after she entered the house. I walked around the room, a sudden
urge to peek at her arose within me, and I couldn't resist going to the bedroom door and peeking through the crack. She was sitting at the computer,
the screen visible through her shoulders and arms showing a chat session. She was typing furiously, her fingers flying across the keyboard. My heart
skipped a beat to…? Then I heard a loud bang as she slammed her hand on the keyboard.

When she came out, her eyes were even redder, and her face showed anger. I followed her into the bedroom without
saying a word .

The atmosphere inside was completely different from the outside, filled with warmth. The double bed on the red carpet was covered by a large
pink bedspread, the edges even dragging on the carpet. Orange curtains reflected soft light, making the small space
warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the elegant chill of the outer hall, making one feel as if they were in two different worlds.

I finally managed to stammer out my purpose. "Thank you!" Her voice was low and tinged with sadness.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" She rubbed her eyes and shook her head at me. "Oh, have some water." She
seemed to suddenly remember and stood up.

"No, no." I stood up and tried to persuade her, and in the process of refusing, our hands accidentally touched.

She paused, then absentmindedly pulled away and hurried out.

I tried to suppress the turmoil in my heart and scanned the room. Orange walls and warm, golden wall lamps flowed,
and the Mona Lisa painting opposite was bathed in the dim light, her hazy smile appearing even more mysterious. The computer on
the desk flickered, quietly revealing the teacher's secret. I leaned closer and saw that she was talking about spring.
"About the festival, hmm, it must be with her husband." I wanted to look closer, but then I heard footsteps outside the door.

When Bai Ling handed me water, our hands touched again. She wasn't like before; instead, she smiled and asked about
my studies. We sat on the bed, talking about everything from vocabulary and grammar to translation. In the fragrant little room
, she was like a teacher yet not quite, her gentle voice like a lover's whisper, making me feel as if I were bathed in a spring breeze
. The beautiful atmosphere was ruined by my old illness recurring; her delicate charm captivated me, and I stared at her, lost in thought. Suddenly, her
face flushed for the first time in front of me; she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Leaving her, I felt like I'd just woken from a sweet dream, rushing up my stairs, breathless.

Bai Ling had changed, though it was subtle and unintentional, I could truly feel it. In class, although
she was still strict, the coldness in her voice was less, and her gaze lingered on me more.
When we sat together in the reading room, besides academic issues, our conversations broadened considerably. She always loved gazing at the night sky outside the window, lost in thought
as she stared at the moon. Sometimes, when I disturbed her concentration, she would pout like a girl, "It's all your fault! You keep asking me questions,
making it impossible for me to concentrate on my studies." But if I didn't actually say anything, she would find something else to ask.

I still vividly remember the first English class in December. That day, the weather was sunny and clear,
the chill that had lingered for a while dispelled by the sunlight, making the classroom exceptionally bright. Bai Ling wore a pale yellow fleece, its softness giving off
a warm feeling. She walked around the stage, writing, speaking, and reading, her clear voice echoing in the classroom. The sunlight shone on
her face, her bangs turning golden, and her pupils behind her delicate glasses shining brightly from the reflected light.

I leaned against the desk, feeling warm all over, as if something deep inside me had been awakened by this beautiful scene.

Ah!

She was so beautiful! The fleece seemed too small, clinging tightly to her body, her ample bosom sloping down sharply, reaching
a mere handful at her waist. Her beautiful appearance and enchanting melody were already captivating, but what truly stirred the heart
was her demeanor. The smile that casually bloomed with her light steps revealed an inner ease and comfort, like
new green shoots on withered trees, dispelling the gloom and decay, heralding the coming spring. A

long-suppressed desire within me sprouted this winter, a
feeling akin to sitting in my old middle school classroom, gazing at the vibrant colors before me, as if transported back in time. As soon as the bell rang, I ran to
the corridor to meet Bai Ling. "Teacher, would you like to go for a walk tonight?" My sudden request was met with
a silent glance and a turn away. A gust of wind jolted me awake; I was still on the hard concrete corridor.

The entire day, I was filled with anxiety, my mind constantly guessing what would happen that evening. Strangely, even
my first love hadn't made me feel this way. Finally, as the sun set, without even having dinner, I threw on a coat and
ran to the edge of the woods.

The setting sun disappeared behind the clouds, leaving patches of fiery clouds gathering on the horizon, painting the autumn earth a crimson hue.

A rustling sound filled the air as the wind blew through the grass, sending golden leaves dancing in the air. Ah!

What's that! A sliver of white moved through the dense foliage—it was my teacher! It was Bai Ling! My heart leaped with joy; I gasped,
swallowing the pounding in my chest.

We sat on a bench in the woods, our conversation rambling on and on, neither of us mentioning schoolwork. This was the first time Bai Ling
had kept my appointment, and compared to our previous conversations, I was indescribably excited, wishing this "
relaxed walk" would never end. I started recounting everything from elementary school, pouring out every little detail. She listened, sometimes
frowning , sometimes chuckling, occasionally adding a comment.

Time flew by, the fiery red of the horizon fading to gray. I watched her anxiously, unwilling to let her
leave . A cold wind blew, and she shivered. Noticing my burning gaze, she hesitated, her body trembling slightly, before standing up.

"Teacher, let me see you off." I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. "No...no..."
Her hand, which she was trying to refuse, was grasped by me. The soft, smooth touch made me reluctant to let go. Her chest heaved, and she tried to pull her hand back, but
I only realized it after a moment.

We remained silent. She turned and walked back, but didn't return my coat. I silently followed
behind , my light footsteps echoing in the darkness. When we reached the faculty building and climbed half a flight of stairs, she suddenly remembered
. She took off her coat to give it to me, but her foot slipped, and she lost her balance, her body leaning towards me, colliding with me. Under the lamplight, we
were very close, her rapid breathing and warm breath washing over my face, her full breasts pressing tightly against mine.

A look of confusion flashed in her eyes, a fleeting moment I caught, so familiar—wasn't that how Wei Jun looked
back then ? That brief stillness felt eternal to me; I saw her heart. A surge
of old passion welled up within me, I forgot everything, and held her tightly.

"Ah!" Bai Ling cried out in surprise, her face flushed with embarrassment as she tried to push me away, but she couldn't muster the strength.

"Teacher,"

I called to her, gently pushing her away, "Let me take you up." My hand rested on her waist. Bai Ling didn't
resist again. Her fluffy sweater wrapped around my hand, its warmth seeping through, and I tightened my grip.

She walked slowly, her slender waist and full figure pressed against me, so close, so intimate.

I heard our heartbeats, felt the trembling of her body against my chest. "Tap, tap," the remaining stairs
dwindled , and my inner turmoil intensified. As I stepped onto the last step, I couldn't control myself. I turned her around and
pressed her against my chest, our eyes meeting again. If she had shown any weakness at that moment, I would have immediately sealed her lips with a kiss.
But she, with a sudden burst of courage, pushed me away forcefully. "Thank you. You should go home and rest early too."

This accidental intimacy subtly altered the relationship between Bai Ling and me. Before, I was
the one who felt ; now, she was the one who was more shy. The roles of master and servant had unconsciously reversed. But it only
went so far. She became cautious, as if avoiding me, and I didn't dare to be too forward. After all, she was a married woman, and I
didn't dare to be rash or impulsive.

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