Boss, let's go mess with the teacher.

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Zhou Donghua pulled himself up to the horizontal bar, slowly performing traction movements. He wasn't satisfied with his height; in the Metropolitan Basketball League, filled with players over two meters tall, his 1.98-meter frame only allowed him to barely play point guard.
On the school team, Zhou Donghua played power forward and was the team's main scorer. Besides the Metropolitan Basketball League, he was more focused on the Intercollegiate Cup this fall. Binzhou University's performance in the previous three Intercollegiate Cups hadn't been ideal, and Zhou Donghua had always hoped to win a trophy for Binzhou University before graduation.
The Binzhou University team had been struggling to find a shooting guard; Qu Ming's emergence had given Zhou Donghua a glimmer of hope, but Qu Ming's performance in the finals turned his hope into disappointment, and finally into anger. Qu Ming wasn't playing basketball; he was defiling the sacred sport of basketball.
To be honest, engaging in some dirty tricks during a game is something almost every player does to some extent, such as dragging and interfering, intentionally using physical contact to induce fouls... Zhou Donghua did these things too, and he did them better than most. On the court, the bad boy always creates more opportunities than the good boy.
But manipulating the referee and deliberately using dangerous and harmful actions are completely different. The former harms fair competition, while the latter harms people.
Not many people know about Qu Ming's relationship with the school board member, and even fewer would connect two people of such different ages. Zhou Donghua only intended to teach that arrogant kid a lesson on the court. He even considered adding Qu Ming to the school team if he conceded defeat. After all, the kid played quite well.
The team's point guard, Chen Jin, walked over, draped his shirt over the bar, and lit a cigarette.
"Don't smoke," Zhou Donghua said.
Chen Jin crumpled his cigarette, tossed it aside, and said angrily, "Dong-ge!" "You got humiliated by a freshman taking the shit out on your neck—didn't you?" Zhou Donghua said, "Don't worry, I'll make him sit back down exactly like that." "That kid wants to beat me on the court? I'll beat him to a pulp. Have some faith in me, I can beat him with one hand." "Those guys are too much, they started a basketball club and took over the basketball court. I heard..." Chen Jin muttered a few words.
"No way?" "Xiao Ma heard it from the basketball court, who knows? Letting them be obsessed with that kid, even if they get taken advantage of, it's all for nothing. It's just that the guy surnamed Qu went too far. Dong-ge, I think..." "Don't think about it. If you're going to win, win fair and square. They brought this on themselves, don't worry about it. You don't need to worry about Qu's outrageous behavior either. If you do too many bad things, you'll eventually run into trouble." Chen Jin shrugged. There are plenty of these kinds of messes at Binzhou University. Even if you report it to the school, no one will care. He just wanted to find an opportunity to annoy Qu Ming.
Chen Jin nudged Zhou Donghua, "Sister-in-law is here." Zhou Donghua put down the horizontal bar and saw Yang Yun carrying books and walking towards them.
Chen Jin chuckled and whispered, "Damn, Dong-ge, you're all smiles, your jaw's practically dropped... Dong-ge, have you and your wife ever slept together? She's not even half your size, what positions did you two use... Ouch..." Yang Yun saw Zhou Donghua throw Chen Jin to the ground and rushed over, "What happened?" Chen Jin lay on the ground, laughing so hard he couldn't get up, "Nothing, sister-in-law, Dong-ge was talking to me about gymnastics. Sister-in-law, what positions do you like?" Before he could finish, Zhou Donghua's leg, in a cast, blocked his mouth.
"What positions? I've never done gymnastics. Hey, stop stepping on him, you've flattened his mouth." "Ignore him. His mouth's been itchy these past few days, he wants some cast to cool it down. Right?" Chen Jin nodded quickly.
Yang Yun wrinkled her nose. "I'm ignoring you guys." Chen Jin finally managed to get up, panting, and said, "Sister-in-law, you guys chat, I won't bother you." "Don't go." Yang Yun shoved a bunch of books into Zhou Donghua's hands, then picked out a notebook, took out a pen, and asked very seriously, "What's your name?" Chen Jin was confused. "Chen Jin." "Which department are you in?" "Civil Engineering. Why?" "It's an interview assignment. There's a basketball one, so I chose it. You're not allowed to hide any of my questions." "Brother Dong, isn't this abusing your power?" "It's just being in a privileged position." Zhou Donghua took the notebook, tore out the page filled with questions, and handed it to Chen Jin. "Go make copies, give one to each team member, and hand it in tomorrow. Tell them this is part of the training assignment." Chen Jin looked at the questions and exclaimed, "Sister-in-law, is this an interview or an interrogation?" Yang Yun's face was full of question marks.
"Excuse me: Have you ever done anything wrong—is this necessary for the interview?" Yang Yun said, her face flushed. "It's just a behind-the-scenes story..." "Don't waste your breath on them." Zhou Donghua turned around, his voice immediately softening. "Going to the library? I'll go with you." "Come here." Qu Ming pointed to a boy with dyed yellow hair, dressed like a hoodlum.
The boy was also holding a basketball, wearing baggy jeans, and like those self-important but actually cowardly and sleazy boys, he said in a fierce but inwardly weak voice, "What!" "You're the one asking me if I'm a man, right?" Qu Ming took the basketball from his hand and tossed it easily. "Want to practice?" It was a few days ago at the restaurant entrance when Zhou Donghua challenged him, and this boy had been cheering him on.
If it were someone else, they might have forgotten long ago, but Qu Ming held a grudge.
The boy was about the same height as Cai Ji, which, in Qu Ming's words, was perfect for hurdling on the railway tracks. The two boys next to him, one short and fat, the other with buck teeth, were now silent and dared not utter a sound.
"Are you practicing for the elementary school league?" Seeing that he didn't dare to speak, Qu Ming mocked again.
The boy glanced at his companion and said hesitantly, "Fine, let's play! I'm not afraid of you!" The boy had only dribbled the ball twice when Qu Ming intercepted it. Qu Ming, with his back to the basket, dribbled the ball once, then turned around, jumped, and shot. The ball swished through the net.
It was a game without any suspense. Qu Ming played as if he were practicing, shooting and dunking, scoring nine baskets in a row, while the boy couldn't even get the ball across half-court.
Qu Ming intercepted the last ball from the boy's hands again, but instead of shooting immediately, he dribbled the ball leisurely, taunting, "Kid, come and guard me." After the boy filled in, Qu Ming suddenly leaped up with the ball and slammed it over the boy's head, simultaneously kneeing him hard, mocking, "Guard me? Kid, you should get a ladder." The boy fell to the ground, his face turning a deep purplish-red, cursing and lunging at Qu Ming, ready to fight him to the death. Before Qu Ming could even lift a finger, several members of the Red Wolf Club rushed over, knocked down the three of them, and gave them a sound beating. While beating them, they said, "Can't take a loss and still want to fight? Don't you know where you are!" Qu Ming sneered, clapped his hands, went to the locker room to shower and change, and called out, "Cai Ji, class is starting." That day, the students were amazed when the so-called "Ice Queen" teacher, Jing Li, walked into the classroom, attracting everyone's attention.
She wore a beige open-necked top, the buttons of which went down to just below her breasts. A thin, shiny white shirt underneath was stretched taut by her high, firm breasts, clearly revealing their full curves. Her skirt was ridiculously short, barely extending below her hips by a hand's width. She wasn't wearing stockings, her two smooth, white legs bare, making mouths water and fueling fantasies about what lay beneath her skirt.
The only thing that remained unchanged was her icy expression, but this coldness, combined with her revealing outfit, only added to the ambiguity.
Cai Ji whispered, "Boss, the teacher looks like a prostitute dressed like that. Isn't she wearing a bra?" "A shirt is enough, why would she need a bra?" Qu Ming sized her up. "With a figure like that, she should wear a tight-fitting outfit. Don't you think so?" The commotion in the classroom only subsided after the audio started playing. The students buried their heads, watching and listening. Jing Li, who had been using the podium to cover herself, breathed a sigh of relief, then saw someone raise their hand.
The tall Qu Ming sat in the corner of the last row of the classroom, next to Cai Jiyong, who wore large black-rimmed glasses. Seeing these two students with whom she had had a physical relationship, Jing Li's fair face flushed instantly.
"Do you have a problem, Cai?" "Yes, teacher," Cai Jiyong replied, pushing his textbook forward.
Jing Li's face burned, and she quickly adjusted her glasses to hide it. The textbook showed a drawing of a woman's genitals, with the caption: "Female teacher's after-school tutoring, virgin's apology." The second drawing depicted a woman bending over between two students, answering a question, with the caption:
"Female teacher's homework, classroom question." Jing Li looked at Qu Ming with pleading eyes, but finally went over. To avoid distractions, the desks in the language lab were separated by glass partitions, two desks together. Cai Ji and Qu Ming's desks were in a corner of the classroom, a very secluded spot. Following the drawing, Jing Li turned and bent over towards Cai Ji, seemingly concentrating on his question, but actually obediently sticking her buttocks out in front of Qu Ming.
Jing Li was wearing a short skirt; as she bent over, the hem lifted, revealing almost her entire legs. Qu Ming reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear.
Jing Li was naked from the waist down, her panties hanging between her legs. Then, two large hands grabbed her buttocks and forcefully spread her closed vulva. Her newly wounded genitals were exposed to the air and immediately trembled.
Qu Ming put his fingers together and began to probe into the female teacher's warm, moist vulva. Jing Li's knees were pressed tightly together, her two smooth, white thighs and round, beautiful buttocks completely exposed to Qu Ming. Her tender, soft vulva was squeezed between her snow-white thighs and was being manipulated and deformed by the two fingers.
The students were all wearing headphones, listening to the audio dialogue through their textbooks. If someone turned around, they could only see the teacher standing between Cai Ji and Qu Ming, bending over and looking at Cai Ji's textbook, answering his questions.
Cai Ji put on an earnest expression, "Teacher, I just broke your virginity, does your vagina still hurt?" "It still hurts a little, Cai Jiyong." "Teacher, do you like it when our boss does it to you?" Jing Li blushed and said, "Yes." "If our boss wants to do it to you in the classroom, would you be willing?" "After class, I can..." "What is our boss doing?" "...He's playing with the teacher's genitals." "How is our boss playing with them?" Jing Li's body trembled slightly as she whispered, "He inserted his fingers into the teacher's vagina and rotated them inside." "Teacher, wasn't your vagina dry?" "It's wet now..." Suddenly, a cool sensation ran through her vagina as a hard object was inserted. Qu Ming shoved a pen into Jing Li's vagina, then pulled off her panties, patted her buttocks, and made her leave before the other students noticed.
Jing Li, who had left between the two men, seemed unchanged, except that she was no longer wearing panties and had a pen inside her vagina. Her lower body was soaked; without her underwear, her genitals were exposed to the air. With each step, she could feel the cool breeze brushing against her pubic hair and flowing between her labia.
Amidst the students' questions, Jing Li laboriously finished her lesson. When the bell rang, she didn't leave but pretended to organize her notes, letting the students go first to avoid them noticing her unusual behavior from behind.
Finally, after the students had all left, Jing Li packed her things and hurried back to her office. As soon as she entered, she saw Qu Ming sitting in her chair, legs propped up on the desk, lazily asking, "Teacher Jing Li, have you seen my pen?" Jing Li was kneeling on the desk, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her white buttocks sticking out, straining as if defecating. Qu Ming leaned back in his chair, and following the cleft of the beautiful teacher's buttocks, he could see a black object protruding from her red, fleshy opening.
With a "snap," the pen, smeared with bodily fluids, slid out of the vagina and landed wetly on the desk, still faintly stained with blood.
Night fell, and Qu Ming, satisfied with Jing Li, finally left the office.
He practiced basketball with Ba Shan and the other players at the gym for a while, but he was too exhausted and sat down to rest on the sidelines after only a short time. Ba Shan dunked a ball and then left the court. He looked at the female students across from him. "Boss, let's pick another girl to have some fun." Cai Ji laughed. "Big Dick, you weren't here yesterday, so Boss got his hands on a beautiful teacher. He just took her virginity last night, she's still fresh in his mind." "Boss! You even sleep with teachers?" "Keep your voice down. Boss said tonight is yours. That girl will definitely satisfy you. Thinking about how she apologized to Boss while he was fucking her virginity yesterday, I just want to get hard—Boss, did you just sleep with her again?" Qu Ming wiped his hands with a towel and said, "In her office, I slept with her on the desk. Cai Ji, you take Big Dick with you later, just say I told you." Qu Ming stood up. "I'm going back first, you guys practice a little longer." As he walked out of the basketball court, Qu Ming looked up warily.
A young man in a black suit was leaning against a car smoking. He threw down his cigarette butt and said to Qu Ming,
"Brother, come over and let's talk." The car drove through the city and entered a narrow street. This was already on the edge of the city, an area that seemed to be residential, with few shops and not many people on the streets.
The car stopped briefly in front of an inconspicuous apartment building. The man in the black suit opened the garage door and drove in. Qu Ming had assumed it was a private garage, but upon entering, he found it surprisingly spacious, with at least twenty standard parking spaces.
The man in the black suit led Qu Ming through a side door into the building. Loud music drifted from the end of the corridor, suggesting a bar. The two went upstairs through a hidden door. Two thugs stood in the hallway, nodding at the man in the black suit
. Upstairs were four or five private rooms, with a locked door at the end of the corridor. The man in the black suit opened a private room, invited Qu Ming in, and then closed the door behind him.
Inside the room was a large table covered with green velvet, where a plump middle-aged man sat, setting out a deck of cards.
"You're Qu Ming, right?" the plump man asked, flipping over a card.
Qu Ming didn't speak or sit down; his hands were in his pockets, his expression cold.
The chubby middle-aged man, without looking up, said, "I'm helping out a friend here. They call me Brother Chai out of respect." "Just say what you need, I'm busy." Brother Chai put down his cards. "The smart one will hand over the photos. I won't make things difficult for you." "What photos?!" Qu Ming was certain he'd never seen him in his life, let alone taken any photos of him.
"Young man, you dare to do it but not take responsibility, that's not the mark of a hero. The girl you robbed last week—" "Su Yulin?" Qu Ming hadn't expected the beautiful girl from Binzhou University to know this disgusting guy. Brother
Chai leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed in front of his stomach. "What young people do is nothing, Xiaolin accepted it. As long as you hand over the photos, we'll keep to ourselves from now on." Su Yulin had changed her phone number; Qu Ming wanted to play with her again but couldn't find her. So she'd found someone to stand up for her.
"What if I don't give it to you?" A woman entered, in her thirties, her hair piled high, wearing a strapless, backless dress, exuding a seasoned charm. She sat intimately on Chai Ge's lap, her arms around his neck, smiling as she sized up Qu Ming. "So you're a handsome young man. You're the one who bullied Xiao Lin, aren't you? So young and already learning bad habits..." She maintained a very good figure, her eyes radiating a strong spring-like allure, her voice soft and undeniably seductive.
Qu Ming looked at her coldly. If she was Chai Ge's mistress, this fat man was truly lucky.
Chai Ge said, "If you don't give it to us, we have ways. Don't forget we're the underworld—college students." Qu Ming's phone suddenly rang.
"Boss, I'm going with Bashan to seduce the teacher, are you coming?" Qu Ming hadn't planned to go, but he needed to discuss this with them. "Wait twenty minutes, then you guys go.
Meet there." "You're really busy, aren't you? Little brother, I'll give you two more days to think it over. If I don't see the photos by then, you and your brothers better watch where you're going."

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