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I've never been particularly interested in studying, and my grades have rarely been outstanding
. However, I've made my parents and teachers proud in areas outside of academics: sports,
computers, reading aloud, and drawing. As for reading, I only read what I enjoy. My teachers
suggested that my parents cultivate my interests and send me to a vocational school so I could develop my skills and apply what I learn.
When I was little, I bought my first pair of Nike sneakers and excitedly shared the box with my cousin
. He opened the box, flipped open the tongue, and said "Made in USA," telling me the shoes were
made in the US. At the time, I thought it was so cool that I could understand English and even
translate . I thought I'd never learn English because it seemed so complicated.
However, the future often differs from childhood expectations. Of my
subjects—Chinese, English, math, geography, and history—English was my best, and instead of attending a vocational school, I went to a regular public high school.
I still participated in the track and field team in high school. On one hand, I enjoyed running and was faster than most people
; I could occasionally go on stage to receive a medal in school competitions. On the other hand, the track and field team didn't require morning self-study
or flag-raising ceremonies, and we could wear shoes in colors other than black and white—a win-win situation.
So I joined the track and field team.
Every morning I arrived at school at six to practice until 8:10 for the first class. I would always enter the classroom drenched in
sweat , take my tracksuit to the restroom to change, and then go back to class. But practicing track and field
didn't seem to affect my studies at all. I was the only student on the track and field team who was in a regular academic class;
everyone else was in a sports class. That was my life in my first year of high school. The teachers were used to it;
they would even ask me where I was in the classroom when I wasn't practicing track and field, until my second year when she came…
I entered the classroom through the back door as usual, went to my personal bookshelf to get my tracksuit, and then went to the restroom to change.
"Stand still!" "
That startled me. Suddenly someone told me to stand up. I was wondering which teacher was acting crazy
when I turned around and saw a female teacher who looked not much older than me. She was wearing a white
shirt under a long-sleeved V-neck sweater, and a long skirt (the kind that flows).
Oh right!! She wasn't wearing her glasses! I wondered if I had gone to the wrong classroom. I went outside
and checked the class sign: Class 11, Grade 2. That's right!
'Still walking! What's your number?'
=Number 10=
'xxx, why are you late?' She glanced at the list.
=I practice track and field, so I don't have to attend morning self-study=
'Then you can skip my first English class without permission, right?'
=Oh, teacher, I need to change my clothes=
'Go now! You have one minute!'
Wow! Does the teacher think I'm in the military?! I just took off my clothes and changed right there in the back!" The teacher
stared wide- eyed as I changed. I used to be in pretty good shape doing track and field, but then I gained weight... and my six-pack abs
turned into one... After I finished changing, she went straight to my seat (first seat in the first row)
and sat down .
"Stand up!" The teacher glared at me fiercely
. I thought, what's wrong with the teacher now? Is she crazy? Is she specifically targeting me?
I stood up.
"From now on, if you're late for class, come in from the front and report to the teacher."
=Oh...=
"What kind of attitude is that? Get out and come in again!"
=Reporting! = I left the classroom and waited at the door.
"Why were you late?"
=Because I was late because of track and field practice. =
"Okay, come in."
=Thank you, teacher. =
I've been inexplicably messed with by the teacher at the start of the new semester. Today was really... But this English teacher is
quite young; I guess she just graduated and is teaching with a lot of enthusiasm, so she pays a lot of
attention detail. I think in a few years she'll be too old for that. The first class was my best subject,
English . Seeing 'Mr. Brown' in the textbook, he's back again this semester, so of course
I have to draw him a mustache! Huh? 'Miss Lin' is here too, okay, I'll draw her lipstick!
Just as I was showing off my drawing skills, the new teacher, Ms. Ye, threw a tantrum
!
'What are you doing? Drawing in my class? Do you think you know everything?'
I didn't say anything... just looked at her.
'What kind of attitude is that? Fine, you're very good, huh!? Come on!!'
'What preposition should I add here?'
=to=
'What about the three forms of "read"? Write them down for me?'
I only wrote 'read'
. 'What? You don't know it? Then you dare to draw in class!'
=Teacher, the three forms of "read" all look the same, only the pronunciation is different=
'...." The teacher was dumbfounded.
I think the teacher probably didn't expect that I seemed like the kind of student who didn't like studying.
I probably wouldn't know the answer to the teacher's questions, especially since boys are usually better at math and science, while I'm better at
English . I think the teacher was really embarrassed this time.
"Come to my office after class! Sit down! Let's continue the lesson."
The teacher didn't check on me for the past two classes.
=Report= ? ? Looking for Ms. Ye outside the full-time tutor's office. " Come in
!" ? ? Ms. Ye responded and
walked towards her seat. She was petite, so she was blocked by the geography teacher's bookshelf opposite.
"Why is your attitude towards life so bad?"
=Teacher, I just finished track and field practice and I'm very tired. I don't have much energy
. ? Your classes are always the first in the morning, so I seem impolite
. ? Actually, I'm just too tired and have no energy. I'm sorry. =
"Oh, I see. Your English is very good, right?"
= "It's okay, I usually study." =
"So how do you study?" =
I watch movies, repeat after them, only using English subtitles; I listen to ICRT, watch CNN, and read China Post
. My family subscribes to Evergreen magazine, and I always carry a translator with me.
I look up unfamiliar words in signs, magazines, and newspapers, and write them down in my notebook. =
"I didn't expect you, who seems uninterested in studying, to be so meticulous. Do you want to study a related major
in the future?" = "Not necessarily, we'll see." =
"Here, I have some books on vocabulary, phrases, grammar, and composition. Take them and look at them!"
= "Thank you."
"Okay, class is about to start, let's go back to the classroom!"
=Goodbye teacher=
Carrying five books, I walked back to the classroom! My classmates started teasing me! "Ugh~~ I got punished by the teacher to do homework!"
They were all wrong, it was because the teacher noticed!
"Come on, students, let's elect an English class teacher today!" The teacher suddenly had a whim, what kind of election is this
? A class teacher? I think he's gone crazy again!
"Anyone want to make a suggestion?"
"Chen Huishan," "Lin Yuting," "Li Jiahui"... My classmates started suggesting,
"xxx, I suggest him." At this moment, the teacher suddenly tricked me...
(The voting started.)
"The teacher's vote represents 10 votes"... The teacher was obviously trying to trick me,
but because the teacher nominated me, everyone voted for me as the teacher wished, and I had 10 extra votes. As a result,
I became that so-called English class teacher, and I had to go to see the teacher every day before and after class. Before class,
I had to fetch books, tea, and a mini microphone (the kind you wear on your body) for the teacher,
grade quizzes, and report on the students' progress. So, I often had to go to the
teacher's . The teacher also taught other classes and sometimes came back to the office late, so I would sit at his desk and wait
. I admit I've sneaked into his drawer before, but it was just a bunch of pens, stamps, booksellers' contact information
, book brochures, sanitary napkins, cosmetics... very ordinary! Oh! And my confiscated Nokia
3310... ugh! It was confiscated while I was playing Snake! I can only continue playing Snake while the teacher is still in
the office !
For half a semester, I often went to the teacher's office, and we became more and more familiar with each other.
Sometimes would even call me up halfway through class and secretly ask me to get him
some sanitary napkins. There would be a notebook on the teacher's desk. I would take that notebook and the sanitary napkins, and when I
returned, I would stand at the door and say, "Report!"—meaning the teacher's office has your phone number—hiding the sanitary napkins behind my back
. Then the teacher would come out and take the sanitary napkins from my hand. "Study on your own for a bit, I'm going to
take this call." I would then take the disguised notebook back to my seat and continue the lesson, waiting for the teacher to return
. I would return the notebook to the teacher after class. Sometimes the teacher would buy me a drink, and sometimes he would call me
over not to talk about class, but just to chat. He would ask about my family, my friends, what I did at home
, and whether I had a girlfriend. Of course, it was normal for the teacher to ask these questions, because the teacher's
job was to take care of everything about me... my hair, shoes, socks, backpack, friends...
Once, the teacher passed me in class and asked me to get him some sanitary napkins. I waited at my seat for him
to come back to class. Out of boredom, I opened the notebook and found it was a diary of the teacher's random thoughts during breaks.
There were posts about arguing with her boyfriend, complaining about which class was noisy, and grumbling about which teacher was mean.
Suddenly, I saw a page...
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This semester, it's a new semester, and I saw a student who swaggered into my
class . I nudged him a little, and to my surprise, his English was quite good, which embarrassed me
. However, after spending some time with him, I found he was a normal student with his own
methods for reading English. I deliberately challenged him and asked him to be my tutor. Surprisingly, he didn't complain, wasn't
late , and helped me carry things, collect homework, and grade tests every day. Tutors in other classes were often late,
forgot things, or were irresponsible. Compared to them, this student was truly special. I recently chatted with him and found that he's
very mature, not at all like a high school student. Thinking about myself, he's only a few years younger than me, it's just that he's
wearing his school uniform, which makes us seem a bit distant... I really want to spend more time with him, talk to him, and
get to know him better. Oh no, what am I thinking...
? ? efijwifjweifj
? ?weififjqifjqijfqifjqifjiqfj
? ?eifjijwfj (The teacher is just scribbling here)fjwiojf ? ?
weifjweifj (I don't understand either) weifjwoijfi ? ?wehfuihjweifjwijfwiejfio ? ?efjiweifjweifjiwefjiowfjiwefjiwofj --------------------------------------------------------------- Seeing this made me feel really strange, and my whole feeling towards the teacher was weird. When I went back to return the notebook to the teacher after class, I didn't have anything to say to him because I suddenly didn't know what to say. The teacher asked me what happened. But I said no directly. The teacher sensed something was wrong , but he couldn't say anything, so he asked me to go home. After that, every time I went to see the teacher, I became quieter because I felt he wasn't acting like a teacher anymore. I don't know why, maybe things have changed. "xxx, go to the office and get the teacher a workbook." I knew the teacher had passed me again and wanted me to get him a sanitary napkin. After getting it, I went back to my seat and spaced out. Then I noticed this notebook was the same one from last time. I couldn't resist sneaking a peek. There were several more pages. It seemed like he had a big fight with his boyfriend! He also fought with his friends and family. Life was going badly, but I didn't understand why he was so upset lately, like he'd lost something. Then I turned to another page... ---------------------------------------------------------------- Lately, he's been acting strangely, talking very little. I don't know if something happened at home or what. He won't say anything when I ask him. I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend. It's so annoying! I've realized my recent bad mood is all because of him . During class, I can't help but steal glances at him. He doesn't look at me with that same sparkle in his eyes as before; he just glances away indifferently. I've been feeling so annoyed and empty lately. I can't explain why . I feel a sense of unease, yet I'm powerless to change anything. I'm so frustrated... so frustrated... Please, please be like you were before? Can God hear my prayers?

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The teacher seemed troubled by my change in attitude, but I didn't think
it would make things go back to the way they were before... Anyway, I didn't know. I just told myself that I was just
a student, a junior teacher, and this kind of thing was none of my business, and I didn't want to get involved. I never thought
about talking to the teacher...
Then, the school held an English drama competition and started voting for the performance theme. Our class chose the old trope...
Romeo and Juliet, and I was nominated for the lead role. Because there were so many lines, and the boys in the class were all bad at English
, they would stay after school to practice. The English teacher would come to the class to watch when he had time and correct some pronunciations
. Then I would help the teacher pack up before going home.
One time after a play rehearsal, the teacher said he needed to buy some props and materials and order costumes, and asked if I could
go with him because he couldn't carry them all by himself. I thought to myself, "No wonder he's a newly graduated teacher, he's helping his students.
Other teachers who are about to retire don't care." So I walked back to the office with the teacher and waited for him to pack up before we
went to the office together. On the way, my classmates saw me walking with the teacher and had a look on their faces that said, "Wow! " "You should be more careful!"
"You're dead! You're going to get a scolding from the teacher again."
Then we went down to the parking lot. The teacher was driving a Mini Cooper. Yeah, the teacher's figure is suited to this kind of car!
I thought if it were too big, he probably couldn't reach the accelerator or hold the steering wheel. There was a pair of slippers under the driver's seat.
Apparently, the teacher always wears slippers and only changes into high heels at school. The teacher didn't talk to me while driving, and I didn't
know what to say to her either. I just quietly watched the students going home and the rush hour traffic.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend older than you?" the teacher suddenly asked.
=No, the oldest was the same age=
"Why?"
=Older women like older men, right...?=
"If an older woman liked you, would you be with her?"
=If I liked her, I would. If two people are together, age is just a number, right
? Maybe your mom is lying to you; you're only 18 this year.
"Haha...I don't look that old, do I?" =
If you wear the school uniform, I might not know you're a teacher.=
'Haha, I'll try wearing it next time!'
= Okay, go ahead and wear it if you dare! =
Then we went to Carrefour to buy some materials, ordered costumes, and then the teacher drove me home! After getting home,
I didn't think much and just turned on the computer to play the then-popular Lineage! Ready to hunt for treasures.
Because of that shopping trip with the teacher, our relationship returned to what it used to be. We started chatting and laughing again,
and the teacher seemed much happier. That's good, at least I don't have to see the teacher's sometimes sullen face!
'After class, come to my car and help me move my reference books.' The teacher said to me after the eighth period.
= Oh, okay. =
Then the teacher and I went back to the office. After the teacher put away the microphone, textbooks, and tea, I
temporarily put my bag on the teacher's desk and followed the teacher to the parking lot to move the books. The teacher told me he needed to go to
the restroom and asked me to wait for him in the parking lot. He said I should know which car he was driving. Of course!
Little Cooper, I'll go be a parking lot guard first = = Because a bunch of teachers drive home,
and they all greet me when they pass by—geography teacher, Chinese teacher, chemistry teacher, computer teacher,
discipline master... It made me super embarrassed. The parking lot was almost empty, but the teachers still hadn't gotten out, so I
went to the front of the car and sat on the hood to wait for them.
-------? ?Exit? ? ---------
- a1? ?a2? ?-
-?
?- -------? ? --------- -
a3? ? Car- - ? ?- -------? ? --------- - a5? ?a6? ?- -? ?- -------? ? --------- -? ?a8? ?- ●Car? ?- -------------Wall------------ ●→ Then I heard the sound of high heels. I thought the teachers must be here, so I quickly jumped down to check if the hood was dented. Luckily, it wasn't! As I walked out of the parking space, I saw a girl from a triad... Oh no! It was a teacher in a school uniform... I was stunned... The teacher walked towards me... "What?! Isn't it pretty?" = Uh... = ? ? I couldn't speak. "That's so rude!" ? ? The teacher pouted = Uh... It's pretty = "Hehe, I borrowed it from the vice class monitor!" = Why wear this... ? = "Didn't I say I'd wear it for you last time?" = I forgot... = "Hehe, do you like it?" = Hmm... It's a little weird = "Then I'll go back and change..." = Ah... No need! ? ? Teacher... Do you still need to carry reference books? = "Don't call me teacher now, okay? Call me Xiao Ping ." = Huh... Xiao Ping = "Mmm-hmm" ? ? The teacher smiled with narrowed eyes. "Get in the car!" After getting in the car, the teacher drove to a riverbank near the school. We watched the sunset sink into the river from the car. The teacher's short skirt, with her legs bent, was almost slipping down, exposing her. I reached out from the passenger seat to help her pull it up a bit, but she flinched, thinking I was up to something. Later, as it got darker, I thought, "Oh no, my mom's going to yell at me!" The teacher reassured me, "Don't worry!" "Hello? This is xxx's English tutor." "Because xxx is very helpful to the teacher, he's still at school helping out." "So he'll be going home a little late. I'll give him a ride home, please don't worry." "Yes." " Yes." "Yes." "Okay, thank you, goodbye." The teacher dialed a number to cover for me...

=Teacher...are you doing something bad right now? =
"..." She looked at me fiercely
. =Oh...Xiao Ping =
"No way~~I need your help with something later." The teacher smiled again.
=Huh? What? =
"We'll talk about it later..."
Then the two of us leaned against the hood of the Mini Cooper and watched the sun disappear and the moon rise!
Until the stars came out and the old men jogging by the river went home, we didn't say a word!
"Do you like the teacher?"
=Huh...? =
"Do you like her?"
=Hmm...I guess so. =
"Hmm..."
Five minutes later...there were so many mosquitoes by the river.
"There are so many mosquitoes here, let's get in the car."
We turned on the air conditioning and played some old English songs. The car was much more comfortable...
"xx"? ? The teacher called me.
=Huh? =I turned my head away
and closed my eyes.
=Oh....= I closed my eyes
and then I felt the teacher approach me, her slightly warm lips touching mine, sticky, with lip gloss
. I didn't react, afraid to move. The teacher started to kiss me slowly... Then she whispered in my ear
, "Hug me." I hugged the teacher, my back a little sore, and bent over from the passenger seat to hug her...
The teacher leaned against my chest and started to cry... softly...
"You know what? I've fallen for you... I felt so bad because of you the other day
... I know it's strange, but like you said, when two people are together, age is just a number, right?
I like you so much... You running on the track at the sports meet... Listening to you read the text in English class... Seeing you help me
carry things after class... Whenever you're around, I want to keep looking at you... Please don't treat me like a teacher, okay?" =
Hmm=
Right after I responded to the teacher, the teacher started kissing me again. Wearing the uniform, I really couldn't tell he
was a teacher; I felt like he was a transfer student... Then I reached inside the teacher's skirt... Such smooth
panties , they felt so good, they must be expensive... I kept secretly touching the teacher... Teacher... so wet...
The teacher told me to take off my pants, held my penis, looked at me, and then bent down to give me oral sex...
Watching the teacher in the uniform, bending down to give me oral sex... I deliberately asked, =Teacher...what are you doing to me? =
"Sucking you..." the teacher said shyly, and then I couldn't take it anymore...
I pressed down on the chair... The teacher opened her shirt, took off her panties, revealing her breasts... straddled me, and we had sex.
After it was over, the teacher drove me home. Before getting out of the car, the teacher kissed me again and said, "Remember to do your homework..."
Why did the teacher add that? Is this an occupational hazard for teachers? Ugh! = =
The next day in class, I looked at the teacher on the podium, lecturing seriously, while I was staring at him, imagining his
lewd behavior from the night before. The teacher seemed a little overwhelmed by my gaze... so he told us to study on our own! The teacher was sitting
in the chair in front of the lectern, calling me over as if to give me some instructions about the quiz. But she was wearing
a short skirt that day, and deliberately spread her legs wide, only I could see them through the lectern... I had to hold back... otherwise, if I got an erection,
I wouldn't be able to walk back... After that, the teacher would sometimes tease and seduce me like that during class...
We would sometimes have sex secretly on Fridays after school, in the empty teachers' office, spreading out the school
newspapers on the floor... or in the school parking lot, waiting for everyone's cars to leave
, hiding behind the cars to have sex, or on the school rooftop... we had sex in almost every corner of the school.
Until my senior year of high school... when I was about to graduate, the teacher asked me if I would come back to see her. I said, "Of course!" After I went back to school and talked to
my homeroom teacher and some other teachers I knew, I would also go to see my English teacher...
= Hello teacher =
"You're back~"
...making love

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