My Goddess English Teacher

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In college, I was a complete loser. I didn't know how to pursue girls, I was broke, and my grades were terrible. I liked a few girls, but we couldn't even get along for long. Back then, I saw them as incredibly intelligent, understanding all the complexities of the world, able to see through all the dirty thoughts in a guy's mind—almost like goddesses. That's probably what a goddess is. But I was so naive back then, thinking that liking a girl was simply liking her, and using the word "pursue" was a defilement of that liking. I was both insecure and stupid. So, I never had a girlfriend. But I, in the throes of puberty, was always burning with desire, like a walking cannon, ready to burst at any moment. When browsing the internet in the library, my biggest fear was seeing a picture of someone in a swimsuit suddenly appear on a webpage—and there were so many back then. Just one glance was enough to make my blood boil, my eyes glaze over, my face flush, and my heart race. I'd either click through with trembling hands or forcefully close it. That kind of pain… I wish I could experience it all again. An incredibly embarrassing incident happened during an English class during that time. The English teacher was a young and beautiful married woman, who had just gotten married during her first year teaching our class. She was very outgoing and spoke very frankly. As a slacker, I only cared about the female teacher; as for what she taught, all I learned was to sleep. There was usually a few minutes for Q&A after class. That day, one button on her shirt collar was undone. During the Q&A session, she stood on the podium, leaning back naturally, and thus, her underwear was completely exposed. How spectacular was the view? One of the peaks was snow-white and full, its body trembling, and even the graceful summit was fully visible. It was truly a feast for the eyes. Many classmates, both boys and girls, probably noticed, including me. Even now, recalling it makes me cringe. But the most embarrassing part was that I was the one who stepped up. I was the epitome of awkwardness, picking up my English textbook and walking up to the podium. Ugh... so embarrassing... Several boys and girls surrounded her on the platform asking questions, and some boys were definitely peeking. But no one else was like me, a complete academic failure, shamelessly pretending to answer questions. If I could go back to that classroom, I would definitely kick myself out the door. But at that moment, my mind was only pounding with excitement as I approached the podium, getting a close-up look from almost directly in front of her. You could even use the word "observation"... I'm so shameless... You might not think much of it now, but for me at the time, the visual impact was enormous and shocking. It far surpassed any picture online. For a whole week afterward, day and night, I could clearly see that image whether my eyes were open or closed. Snow-white and full, trembling, big and round, pink and perky... My heart would immediately start pounding uncontrollably, and my mouth would go dry. Even now, that image is still vivid in my mind, lifelike and unforgettable. I didn't ask the teacher any questions at the time; I just carefully and secretly observed. Amidst my surging emotions, I sensed that several male classmates next to me were also peeking, and we all knew it without saying a word. But the teacher never noticed; she was still diligently explaining and answering questions. It's not hard to imagine that the other classmates in the class must have been secretly laughing at us behind our backs, and I, the obviously fake academic failure, would have been the first to be mocked. Especially in the eyes of the girl I liked, she would probably have directly despised me. But at that moment, I couldn't care less about that; the beautiful scenery before me was simply too tempting… This incident remained hidden deep within me. At first, thinking about it filled me with excitement, like I'd taken a superpower, but later I gradually felt incredibly embarrassed. Don't look at what you shouldn't, young man, especially with so many people watching. I actually felt very sorry for that teacher. It was unintentional on her part, while we were deliberately being rude. I don't know if the teacher ever noticed, but there was never another opportunity like that. But I will forever remember her beauty—if that's considered a compliment and not an offense—I can't forget it even if I wanted to. I'm truly sorry. It might not be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but it's the most memorable, the most embarrassing, and yet the most unforgettable. Youth is the most beautiful time. [The End]

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