My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (244)

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Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 244: Adorably Cute

Zhuang Molan was completely unprepared. Liang Jun was thrown towards her, his hands landing squarely on her

thighs. She cried out, her arms jerking, causing the car to swerve to the side. Fortunately, Zhuang Molan

reacted quickly, immediately steering back to normal, thus avoiding

a collision.

The swaying of the car threw Liang Jun, who had been struggling to sit up, back to his original position. His hands

didn't retract from Zhuang Molan's legs; instead, they moved between them.

For some reason, when Liang Jun's hands were on her legs, Zhuang Molan felt

an indescribable comfort. At the same time, her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest, and her body felt involuntarily hot.

Her face flushed, and she said in a soft voice, "What are you doing?"

Her voice didn't sound like reproach, but rather like indulgence. Liang Jun was startled. He quickly sat up

straight and reluctantly removed his hand from that area. In that instant, he deeply felt

the fullness and elasticity of that place.

The atmosphere in the car became somewhat sensitive. Neither of them spoke, their faces flushed.

They both knew what had happened between them, but later, Zhuang Molan's anger had made them

like strangers . A later interview brought them back together, and a new kind of relationship led them

to deliberately avoid the awkwardness of the past. However, the more they tried to avoid it, the more easily they recalled that incident.

At this moment, neither of them spoke again until they needed to ask for directions. Only then did Zhuang Molan reluctantly

ask in an almost inaudible voice, "How do I get there?" Neither of them dared to look at each other, but their hearts were

pounding .

The car drove for several tens of minutes before arriving at the training base. Liang Jun called Instructor Wu. Upon hearing that

Liang Jun had arrived, Instructor Wu was overjoyed and personally came out to greet him. When she arrived at the base gate, she discovered that

accompanying Liang Jun was a woman of almost supernatural beauty.

Instructor Wu's previously radiant face suddenly clouded over, her smile

becoming superficial. She elegantly nodded to the two women, then spoke to the gatekeeper, who let them through.

Liang Jun didn't notice the change in Instructor Wu's expression, but Zhuang Molan did.

For some reason unease.

Inside, Liang Jun got out of the car and introduced the two women. When Instructor Wu heard that Zhuang Molan

had come to receive some extra lessons to prepare for her appearance on the show, and that

Liang Jun , her expression softened slightly.

"Should we send a coach to give Teacher Zhuang some pointers?" Coach Wu made

this . Before Liang Jun could react, Zhuang Molan, abandoning her usual reserved demeanor, suddenly spoke up,

"No need, let Xiao Liang demonstrate for me, just explain it once, after all, he'll be on the show this time."

This was indeed the case. On one hand, Liang Jun understood basketball very well; on the other hand,

a . However, Coach Wu interpreted it with a different meaning.

A shadow crossed her eyes, but she couldn't say anything and could only let someone make the arrangements.

Just as Liang Jun and Coach Wu were negotiating, a figure flashed by in the distance. She hid behind a window,

watching a stunningly beautiful woman next to Liang Jun. The woman was dressed in extremely flashy clothes and wore

sunglasses . Judging from her aura, she was a very successful woman. However, her face was pale, and her eyes were misty.

Coach Wu arranged for the two to enter a venue without any competitions, provided each of them with

a set of training clothes, and even placed drinks for them near the training field. She watched as the two changed into their sportswear;

one was nonchalant and carefree, while the other followed behind with meek and submissive eyes, like a timid wife, yet

they seemed remarkably well-matched as they emerged from the locker room. She felt a surge of displeasure and a rather annoyed

idea formed in her mind: "I'll stand right next to them and see how they interact!"

However, before training could even begin, a phone call summoned her away, saying that a higher-up was coming and

she needed to receive them. She was exasperated but helpless, and had no choice but to leave.

Liang Jun took a deep breath. Deep down, he disliked having someone nearby, but now he could

finally communicate with Zhuang Molan without worry. In fact, the moment Coach Wu left, Zhuang Molan also breathed a sigh of relief; she

finally couldn't go against her own feelings.

Liang Jun took a deep breath, dribbled the ball a few times on the ground, then looked up at Zhuang Molan and said, "

Let me teach you how to dribble first." Zhuang Molan blushed and nodded. Her adorable, girlish demeanor made Liang Jun

's heart itch with desire.

He demonstrated for her, saying, "Look, don't rush. Keep your hand flat, your heart steady, and maintain

the rhythm. Come on, try it."

Zhuang Molan took the basketball and clumsily dribbled it a couple of times on the court. Her little hand was sticking out, either missing

the ball or lacking power; the ball would bounce twice on the ground before rolling to the side. Zhuang Molan would

exclaim in surprise from time to time, sometimes frowning, sometimes pouting, sometimes smiling mischievously—she was absolutely adorable! Liang Jun's

eyes widened.

"What should I do?" Zhuang Molan asked Liang Jun, pouting. She had long forgotten their awkwardness

and her resentment towards him.

Liang Jun went over, pulled her hand over, smoothed her fingers, and said, "Don't stick it out like that."

Then he stood behind Zhuang Molan. Because of her bent-over posture, Zhuang Molan's buttocks protruded.

Liang Jun stood diagonally behind her, one hand on her waist, the other holding her right hand, bouncing the ball up and down. Zhuang

Molan's buttocks swayed back and forth, and somehow, they pressed against a certain part of Liang Jun's penis,

as if he were deliberately rubbing it. Soon, Liang Jun's penis changed, becoming thick and hard, pressing directly

against Zhuang Molan's buttocks. At first, Zhuang Molan didn't pay attention, but then she suddenly stopped moving, realizing

what was happening. That thick, large presence startled her, and she clearly felt

the wildness emanating from the man. That long-lost feeling that night intoxicated her. Her face flushed

red, down to her ears, and her eyes darted around in a panic, unsure where to look.

Seeing this, Liang Jun went to Zhuang Molan, assuming she was unhappy, and hurriedly moved away from her,

turning to the side. For some reason, Zhuang Molan felt a sense of

loss she stood there stunned for a moment, as if a void had suddenly opened up inside her.

After a brief silence, seeing that Zhuang Molan didn't speak, Liang Jun glanced back at her. She seemed to still have

a blush , looking like a startled rabbit. Liang Jun felt a little guilty and, to quickly ease the awkward

atmosphere, said, "Let's rest for a bit."

Zhuang Molan didn't reply, but walked to a nearby bench, picked up a drink, and took a couple of sips. Liang Jun

felt even more embarrassed. He thought to himself, "I really can't continue like this; it makes me look like a

pervert ." Thinking this, he tried to speak to Zhuang Molan, but she turned around, smiled, and said,

"I don't usually exercise, but when I do, I always feel thirsty."

Liang Jun was puzzled by her words and didn't understand what she meant. He didn't respond. At this moment,

Zhuang Molan seemed to have recovered from her shock, and her face returned to its normal expression. She asked, "

What tactics did you use that day?"

Liang Jun's heart skipped a beat. Her question meant that she had let bygones be bygones and didn't want to pursue the matter

with him . She was a very magnanimous girl. Since she was like this, he couldn't be too flustered or petty. So,

as if nothing had happened, he said, "That day, actually, things were quite chaotic. Both the Chinese and Japanese teams were trying to mark each other.

That day, Inukai and I were marking each other. I remember the first ball, he was in this position, I was in this

position, he brought the ball over, I went up and blocked it, and he just turned around." Liang Jun started gesturing, and

he was very engrossed in it. Zhuang Molan was also infected by his enthusiasm and stood up with Liang Jun. Liang Jun happened to be imitating the Inukai

turn, and Zhuang Molan was caught off guard and bumped into his chest. Liang Jun touched

two objects and was startled. He quickly withdrew his hand. This time, Zhuang Molan did not feel anything and was still immersed

in deducing the changes in the situation on the court. Liang Jun blushed, inwardly cursing himself for being too vulgar. He

immediately straightened his attitude, becoming serious, and began recounting the battle to Zhuang Molan. As they talked, he

began to treat Zhuang Molan as his opponent, and the two began to fight. However, Zhuang Molan was, after all, a girl.

When Liang Jun charged forward, she instinctively tried to block him, but Liang Jun bumped into her

and she fell backward. Seeing that things were going badly, Liang Jun tried to reach out to pull her up, but he tripped and fell, landing squarely on top of Zhuang Molan. Liang Jun lay on

top of Zhuang Molan, face to face, feeling each other's breath. Liang Jun stared intently at Zhuang

Molan, who was intoxicated by his scent, her face flushed, and she involuntarily closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Liang Jun felt a surge of impulse and lowered his head to kiss her red lips. Zhuang

Molan stiffened, unable to resist, letting Liang Jun's lips remain pressed against hers for a long time. Just

as Liang Jun was about to pry open her teeth with his tongue, a cell phone rang. It was Zhuang Molan's phone.

Zhuang Molan blushed and got up from the ground to answer the phone. She said, "Ya Hui,

where are you? What? Cui'er is back from Switzerland? Okay, let's have lunch together."

Liang Jun was very annoyed that Ya Hui had interrupted his good time.

At this moment, Zhuang Molan obviously couldn't continue discussing tactics with Liang Jun. She blushed and said, "My

close friend's boyfriend is back and invited me to lunch. I have to go now."

Liang Jun thought Zhuang Molan would invite him to come along, but seeing that Zhuang Molan had no such intention, he

said disappointedly , "Then go ahead." Zhuang Molan said, "Where are you going? I'll take you."

Liang Jun said, "Then I'll go home." He turned to leave, but just as they reached the locker room,

Instructor Wu emerged from behind the door. She looked at Liang Jun meaningfully and said, "Little Liang, I have something to tell you, so

don't leave. Have lunch here with us."

Liang Jun stopped. Instructor Wu smiled slyly, thinking, "Let's see if you can

escape ."

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