The Poisonous Hand in the Classroom

Before the story begins, some things need to be explained. The high school I attended was the best in the city.

The students there were either exceptionally good students or came from wealthy and powerful families, and I belonged to the latter.

Because my family was a nouveau riche (now bankrupt for many years), my wealthy father, disregarding my feelings, resolutely used money to get me into the school, even though my grades were terrible! Terribly terrible! So terrible that the teachers didn't even bother to care if I slept in class… (This story begins in my second year of high school)

. Chapter One: "Mind Your Own Business!"

"Fang Kai, don't you know that sleeping in class is disrespectful to the teacher?" My female deskmate lectured me like a little adult.

Yes, "lectured"—that couldn't be more accurate. Her serious demeanor and tone were like a teacher disciplining a rebellious student. On the very first day after becoming my deskmate, she intervened in my sleeping spree, even though the teacher wasn't in the classroom.

I said, "I'm not as good at studying as you. What would I do if I didn't sleep in class?" It's common knowledge in our class that I'm a terrible student. If I'm not last in a subject, it's because the last-place student is sick on the exam day.

But her, my current deskmate, Jia Ting, is an excellent student, always ranking in the top ten of the entire grade. Plus, she's very pretty and well-behaved; at first glance or upon closer inspection, she reminds me of Liu Shishi. A whole bunch of boys in our class are after her, except for me, because I feel I'm not good enough for her. And I've also heard that her family is from a scholarly family.

She said, "Well, you should know something, right? You can consolidate what you've already learned, and then..." "No, no! I don't know anything!" I impatiently interrupted her tireless and earnest teaching, turning back to my desk to continue sleeping.

This excuse should let her off the hook, right?

"Ah!" Obviously, the answer is no. I gasped softly as my arm was attacked by her again.

I was drowsy and glared at her.

She brandished her little vise—her signature move—raised her head slightly, and smirked, saying, "If you sit next to me, you won't be sleeping in class." I have to admit, she looked really cute, but at that moment, I didn't find her cute at all, because I—wanted—to—sleep!

I sighed and said, "What business is it of yours if I sleep in class? Are all you good students as petty as you, unable to bear seeing others comfortable?" She shook her head smugly and said, "I know you never studied before, but after sitting next to me, I won't let you continue down this path." Why?

What a busybody. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I said, "By the way, I'm telling you, I'm going to expose you to all the boys in the class! I'll tell them not to be fooled by your well-behaved and quiet exterior; you're actually a little devil with sharp teeth and claws underneath!" I looked at the numerous pinch marks on my arms, all thanks to her little vise, so saying "sharp teeth and claws" wasn't an exaggeration at all.

She just said indifferently, "Whatever."

How could she not care at all?

Oh, how could I possibly do something so stupid? One is a quiet, beautiful, and well-rounded student, excelling in all aspects of education, morality, physical education, art, and labor; the other is a mischievous and unruly student who consistently fails in all subjects and spends all her time sleeping in class. Even a fool could tell who they would believe, and she might even turn around and accuse me.

Soon, no, it was a very long time. The first class was spent sleeping, being pinched awake, sleeping, being pinched awake, sleeping again, being pinched awake again… a repetitive cycle.

The second class had a teacher, but I wasn't afraid; the teacher wouldn't care if I slept in class.

"Ah!" I gasped. The teacher wasn't bothering me, but someone else was—it was the little devil Jia Ting!

Less than ten minutes into class, my arm was already under her straitened grip again. I swear, this time I really wasn't sleeping! I was just resting my eyes on the desk, thinking about what to have for lunch.

This time, I decided to "play along."

I looked up, trying to look sleepy, then rubbed my eyes, hoping she'd read the false message in my eyes: "Please, have mercy! I promise I'll never sleep again."

Maybe I didn't do a good job (I admit, I'm not a natural actor), or maybe my expression was too funny, because then she giggled.

And then…

"Jia Ting, stand up and answer the question I just asked." The physics teacher gently called her up, probably thinking she could solve this difficult… problem because she was laughing so happily.

"Ah? Oh…" Jia Ting stood up, blushing, stammering for a long time.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, I almost burst out laughing, though I covered my mouth to laugh, unlike her who just chuckled.

This was the first time I'd seen this well-behaved girl embarrass herself in front of everyone. I really wanted to make things worse for her and yell at the old man on the podium, "Teacher, your class monitor isn't paying attention!" I think he'd find it unbelievable if he knew his most prized student had no idea what he was asking.

But I didn't. Not because I consider myself a gentleman, but because her academic excellence was outrageous. I vividly remember a famous saying from back then—you can mess with anyone, but never a good student.

Seeing that she couldn't answer, the physics teacher kindly waved for her to sit down. Perhaps he was thinking that the question was too difficult for the students, or that he hadn't explained it clearly enough, so he explained the problem again in simpler terms.

Jia Ting sat down, her face flushed. But when she saw me grinning and covering my mouth, laughing hysterically, she flew into a rage. Her eyes narrowed, her lips twitched, and her small vise lunged menacingly at me.

I reacted quickly, hiding my arm behind my back.

However, I hadn't expected that her target wasn't my arm at all, but… my thigh.

It seemed she'd gotten smarter; pinching my arm would be too conspicuous, so she reached under the table. From that moment on, my arm could finally enjoy its retirement. Unfortunately, my thigh was about to face a terrible ordeal.

For the next few days, whenever she caught me sleeping in class, her terrifying little vise would instantly climb onto my thigh. So, for those few days, I limped home every day after school, the first thing I did upon arriving was close the door, take off my pants, and count the dozens more pinch marks on my legs.

Finally, one day, I'd had enough. I told myself, I couldn't go on like this.

So, during class that day, no matter how hard her little vise tightened, I stubbornly lay face down on the desk and slept. I refused to get up; I wanted to see if she could cripple my leg.

As I wished, the little vise tightened heavily on my thigh, increasing the pressure.

More pressure!

More pressure!!

Keep increasing the pressure!!!

...

I lay motionless on the desk, and even with my eyes closed, large tears kept streaming down my face. Seeing that I was still pretending to be asleep (she probably knew I was), she didn't hold back, really trying to squeeze me to death!

Finally, I shamefully got up because—it hurt just too much!

Luckily, when I got up, I wiped my tears on my sleeves. The fabric of my shirt was incredibly absorbent; otherwise, if she had seen a guy like me crying, I would have been utterly humiliated.

Seeing me sit up, she withdrew her hand, a charming smile playing on her lips—her victory.

I looked at her, utterly embarrassed. I noticed a hint of amusement in her eyes; was it a mockery of the loser?

I was unwilling to accept defeat.

Then, for some reason, my mind went blank, and I uncharacteristically retaliated… I uncontrollably reached out and pinched her thigh.

But I missed. I tried again, still missing. Then, instinctively, I looked at her leg.

One glance, and my mind went completely blank!

Her leg was beautiful, so beautiful. Slender, long, rounded, firm, with captivating lines, like a finely sculpted work of art. The creamy white denim fabric clung perfectly to her legs, outlining their sexy shape—exquisite and alluring.

I was mesmerized, swallowing hard. My Adam's apple bobbed as the saliva passed down my throat, and I unconsciously reached out and gently placed my hand on her leg.

Her legs were smooth, firm, and incredibly comfortable to touch. The lines were beautiful and toned, without an ounce of excess fat. No wonder I couldn't pinch her leg earlier.

Why had I never noticed how beautiful her legs were before?

I was completely absorbed, lost in the moment, until her leg was pulled from my hand, bringing me back to my senses.

I looked up and saw her staring at me, blankly. I wondered how long she'd been staring. Had she gone mad? I thought to myself.

Her face was flushed, like the rosy glow of wine—intoxicating and alluring.

Our eyes met for a moment, then she quickly looked away, sat up straight, and resumed reading.

At that moment, I realized my lapse in decorum, coughed, and sat up straight to read.

From that day on, I rarely slept in class anymore—she had no reason to pinch me anymore, because I had more important things to do, which was—to look at my legs!

She seemed to quickly forget what happened that day, and would occasionally pinch me—when I was sleeping, but I didn't care, because my gaze wasn't on myself.

For that conviction in my heart, what did it matter if my leg was broken?

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