Students and teachers who have made great progress 2

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She was stunned for a moment. "Just for such a simple reason?"

"You said it yourself, simplicity brings happiness." He handed her the bouquet and stole a kiss on her cheek. He had waited for this day for a long time; all his first love feelings blossomed for her.

She felt incredulous, forgetting even to protest, staring blankly at the flowers, unable to describe the emotions in her heart.

"Wait a minute, let me make the salad first." He picked up the bag of tomatoes and walked towards the open kitchen, his knife skills swift and practiced, clearly used to cooking for himself.

She put down the bouquet, walked behind him, and hesitated before speaking, "I think I..." didn't deserve his efforts, after all, she didn't love him!

"Do you like this salad dressing?" He suddenly turned his head, put his finger to her lips, and asked her to taste it.

"Uh..." She licked her lips, "It's quite delicious."

"I think so too." His voice was hoarse, his eyes darkened, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her, savoring the sweetness.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had initially wanted to relax her before proceeding, but the sight of her tongue ignited his passion!

The salad dressing melted in their mouths, followed by a hot, frenzied desire. She had to grip his shoulders tightly, her legs already weak, on the verge of succumbing to this urgent need. His

hands roamed over her hips, wanting to merge her into his body, to possess her. Every cell in his body screamed: he wanted this woman, he wanted her to be his woman!

"Stop..." Jingwen began to tremble. Was she really falling for this?

Fortunately, he still retained some rationality, breathing heavily in her ear, "Sometimes I really hate you... for making me fall in love with you..." How was she supposed to answer that? She didn't understand why herself.

"You have to take responsibility, it's all your fault!" He was furious, biting her neck, a mixture of torment and teasing. He had thought he wouldn't be blinded by love, but it turned out he was madly in love!

"No... others will see!" She writhed in his arms, begging for mercy, only intensifying his lust.

The clock on the wall chimed, like the school bell signaling the end of class, calming them both down slightly. He pulled her to the table and sat her down. "Don't move, or I'll eat you!" How could she dare disobey his decree? Although she was four years older than him, she was absolutely certain he could do this or that to her at any time… and he would definitely do this or that… Oh God! She'd better not think any further… The salad finally arrived, and they sat down to eat in silence. Fortunately, there was music, so the atmosphere wasn't too tense.

From appetizers and main courses to desserts and fruits, Jingwen was deeply impressed by everything. How could there be such a genius in the world? He did everything effortlessly; she believed he could handle any job if he wanted to.

Pan Yixiang didn't eat much; seeing her satisfied was his pleasure. He simply mentioned, "In four months, after graduation, everything will be much easier." "What will be much easier?" she asked, putting down her juice.

"Then we won't have to hide anymore."

"We?" That word was strange. Were they already "we"?

Instead of answering, he asked, "What gift will you give me when I get into university?" "Who asks for a gift?" Although she said that, she secretly wanted to celebrate for him, but unfortunately, she couldn't cook, crochet, or bake cakes, let alone talk about love; she still held back.

He stared into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Only you can give me what I want. I want you." "You!" Her whole face turned red, from her cheeks to her earlobes, burning from his flirtatious words, and images of lovemaking flashed through her mind.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "You're such a rascal. You're thinking about something wicked, aren't you?" "You... how could you laugh at a teacher?" The angrier she got, the redder she became, like an innocent and helpless little girl.

"Yes, it was all my fault for being rude. I'm sorry." He stopped teasing her, took her small hand, and slipped a ring onto her finger without a word. He had a matching ring on his left hand, just a slightly different size.

"What are you doing? I don't want to!" She had neither agreed nor promised, so how could she wear the ring he had given her? This was such a sacred vow!

"Try taking it off." His smile vanished, replaced by a stern warning. "If I see you not wearing it, whether at school or on the street, I'll make sure you're the center of attention." He had spent so much time choosing these rings, and they wouldn't be changed until their wedding day.

"What do you want? Don't do anything rash!" Didn't he care what others thought?

"Right now, I'm only protecting you, not myself." He gently kissed her finger, then bit it punishingly. "I have nothing to lose. I've died countless times already." His expression, his words, sent chills down her spine. Why would such a self-destructive boy choose her as his reason for living?

As if sensing her fright, he softened his tone and said, "If you become my woman, you will be the happiest woman." Perhaps she was confused, or perhaps it was just a momentary illusion, but for a moment she actually believed him.

"Come here." He pulled her to her feet and led her to the blue-themed bedroom. Before her was a double bed, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes. Did he intend to...? He promptly dispelled her doubts, "I won't do anything to you. I just want to hold you and lie quietly for half an hour. Later, I'll take you home." "Why do you want to do that?" She didn't understand. How strange!

"Since I was five years old, I've always slept alone. I want to know what it feels like to have someone lying next to me." He said this with a hint of shyness. He actually craved another person's warmth. How childish he was!

"Don't your parents have time to keep you company?" She regretted asking as soon as she did. From his eyes, she could tell it was because they were afraid of this peculiar son.

He didn't say anything more, helped her lie down on the bed, pulled up the thin blanket, and hugged her tightly. He sighed deeply, a sigh that reflected his loneliness of over a decade.

A pang of pain shot through her heart, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, hoping to offer him some warmth. He rubbed her hand against his, like a lonely child hoping someone would notice his presence.

In the dim light, they forgot the world, forgot time and space; only this embrace was real—eternal.

With a ring on her finger and a different phone, Jiang Jingwen seemed to have become Pan Yixiang's girlfriend. Whether she agreed or not, he truly believed it.

At school, he always ignored her, making everyone think they had no connection, but privately he frequently texted her, pouring out all his explicit love words.

The counselor no longer needed to call for Pan Yixiang, because he had become a reformed "model student," never late, never leaving early, never taking leave, and excelling academically. All the teachers and students felt relieved, deeply realizing that education was indeed meaningful.

Once outside of school, Pan Yixiang would not only "order" Jingwen to his place, but also take her for rides in the suburbs, where he would indulge in his mischief when no one was around. However, he never took the final step. He wanted to wait for the most opportune moment to prove to her that he was a real man.

Life could have continued peacefully until Pan Yixiang's graduation, the day the ban was lifted. Not only did he think so, but Jingwen thought so too; at least she could feel more at ease on campus.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The plot always takes a turn; otherwise, how could life imitate a play, and a play imitate life?

Right after spring break, a new math teacher arrived at the school. Actually, there was nothing special about it, except that he happened to be the principal's beloved son, and also young, single, and looking for a girlfriend.

Zhang Zherui, who had returned from studying abroad, had a Westernized air about him, and his tastes were like those of Western men—he liked long, black-haired Chinese girls. And here, Jiang Jingwen was his favorite.

The math department and the tutoring office were completely unrelated, yet he managed to come and go freely, dropping by, bringing snacks. All the tutors knew him and welcomed him anytime.

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