[Teacher Yao Jingting's affair] (1)

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Zhong Kai, why are you wearing leather shoes to PE class again? Haven't you learned your lesson? Or are you deliberately trying to spite me?" The PE

teacher scolded him irritably, his stubble almost falling off his face. "Go! Run fifteen laps as punishment!" With the teacher's

command, a small boy standing at the head of the line ran innocently towards the playground.
This silly boy was a transfer student who had only been at the school this semester. For the past two months, he had frequently worn leather shoes to

PE class . If it were any other student, the teacher might punish him less severely, but this guy always flaunted his Fendi, Viliss, Bailuti

, and many other brand-name shoes that I couldn't even name in front of the teacher. How could the PE teacher not punish him severely?

Fifteen laps, six kilometers—after that, he wouldn't have to attend class.
To be fair, he deserved it; he brought it on himself. It was one thing to flaunt his brand-name shoes in front of us, but

he didn't restrain himself in front of the teachers, often joking around with them without any respect. Therefore, running laps and

standing as punishment were commonplace for him. Watching his slow, leisurely movements, I felt no sympathy whatsoever. Just

moments before , he had given everyone a wicked smile when the teacher wasn't looking.
"Today we'll learn some stretching exercises for broadcast gymnastics. Let's review what we've learned before," the teacher announced

, beginning the lesson. I looked at Zhong Kai in the distance; his dwarf-like frame, barely 1.5 meters tall, stumbled slightly

, a sight that filled me with satisfaction. Serves him right! This disgusting little dwarf has a triangular head, uneven hair like

a watermelon rind, extremely ugly features, and underdeveloped limbs and brain. I heard

he was always bullied at his elite school, spending six hospital stays last semester—once a month and still having the money to spare. Actually

, he gets bullied at our school too. If it weren't for his wealthy parents in Italy earning money for him, and his constant bribery of

the school bullies, he would have been forced to transfer schools long ago.
Why am I so concerned about him? Actually, I can't help but care. My new girlfriend,

Wang Yan, is his deskmate. We've only been dating for two weeks, and these past few days, our conversations have shifted to this ugly transfer student

.
This guy gets up incredibly fast after falling down, not just because he's used to being thrown around, but also

because of his amazing core strength. Once, he had a sit-up contest with seven girls combined, and they couldn't beat

him. If I had his core strength, my hang time would be long enough to dunk from the free-throw line.
That's right! A dunk. And I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm a first-year high school student at Mashan No. 1 Middle School. Although I'm only

fifteen, I'm already 1.9 meters tall. I accidentally won last year's Mashan City Slam Dunk Contest junior group

championship. If I had participated in junior high, I might have won it again. Remember the dunk champion's name: Li Qiang.
The name is pretty corny, but my dad's is even cornier: Li Gang! Of course, not the bureau chief Li Gang. My dad is

a scientist , researching molecular physics and wavelet analysis, etc., but I don't know the specifics. My

grandfather named both my father and me. It's a bit old-fashioned, but it fulfilled his wish that we be strong men. Not only are my

father and I strong, but my 36-year-old mother is also incredibly strong. She has a beautiful name, Yao Jingting,

which means beautiful, slender, talented, and graceful. My mother's name is perfectly chosen. But don't

let the three delicate female characters in her name fool you; she's a much stronger woman than three women combined.

She's the head of math research at our school and also my homeroom teacher. Since my father was hospitalized last year due to an experimental

accident and hasn't recovered, the burden of caring for me has fallen entirely on her shoulders. Not only that,

she also needs to care for my father and grandparents. The pressure of life and work has made my mother look much more haggard, but she

has never shed a tear in front of me. At the end of last year, she moved with me from near my father's research institute to

a place closer to both my father's hospital and our school. Watching her carry the large wardrobe by herself, I

truly admired my strong, capable mother who could be both a woman and a man. Seeing her panting

as she put down the wardrobe, my eyes welled up with tears. "Mom, you've worked so hard." I hugged

my mother, who was ten centimeters shorter than me, tightly. My mother, unsure of what to do, hugged me back. Feeling the soft yet firm flesh of her breasts, I was so excited that I

didn't want to let go. How did my mother manage to make her delicate breasts as firm as her personality? Actually, she had

a little secret…
"Li Qiang, stop daydreaming, start learning the stretching exercises." The PE teacher interrupted my thoughts, and I awkwardly

practiced the movements.
By the time the PE teacher announced that we could have free time, half a class had already passed. I looked at

the empty playground; the little dwarf had disappeared.
"Qiangzi, want to play ball?" It was my best friend Yang Tiexin who said this. He called me Qiangzi, and I called him Tiezi.

He's a sports school trainee; his dribbling, breakthroughs, and shooting are all better than mine, but his jumping ability and height are much worse.

We're both key players on our class's basketball team.
"Wait a minute, buddy, I need to use the restroom." I ate too much salt at lunch and drank too much water, which made me hold it in

for most of the class. Now I could finally relax, so I rushed to the restroom in the teaching building. After

hastily , I heard a strange sound.
"No... oh..." It sounded like a woman moaning. Isn't this the men's restroom? Is it haunted?

Curious I wanted to listen more closely, but after a few seconds, there was no second sound. I thought it was a hallucination and walked

towards the restroom door. When I got to the door, I heard another "Ah... no..." The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible

, a low moan accompanied by rapid breathing—clearly a woman masturbating. I tiptoed back to the restroom,

my steps as light as a burglar scaling a wall. Bending down to peek into the four stalls, the scene before me almost made my

heart leap out of my chest. A pair of sexy high heels and a pair of leather shoes stood side by side in one stall—were they

a couple secretly kissing in the restroom? I hurriedly slipped into the next stall and leaned down to look. The first thing that caught my eye was

a small foot wearing a ten-centimeter high heel. The patent leather high heel was shiny black, with a rounded toe, revealing

a smooth instep clad in stockings, forming an exaggerated yet beautiful arc on the ten-centimeter stiletto heel. Following

the arc upwards, the slender calf was shapely and long, with flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings that wrapped around her beautiful legs like a second skin,

appearing crystal clear and flawless. The delicate and silky texture could be clearly felt even with just the eyes.

The black trousers of a man were inserted between her slender calves, making her beautiful legs appear even whiter. The black leather shoes domineeringly

pushed the high heels apart from the middle, gradually widening.
"Teacher, you're late..." The man's voice was low. Teacher? He was talking to a woman. This

woman was a teacher? What kind of teacher wears such provocative 10cm high heels?
"Mmm... um..." The woman didn't speak, seemingly covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing

the urge . Her slender left leg was slightly raised, with only the tip of her high heel touching the ground. It seemed

that one of her thighs, which had already been spread apart by the man, had been lifted, widening the gap between her legs.
"Ah... no..." As the woman pleaded in a low voice,

a loud thud came from next door, followed by a soft splashing sound. The provocative female teacher sounded unwilling, meaning

her thighs had also been lifted by the man. I looked at her fair and delicate legs, imagining

the soft, warm touch of the man caressing the base of her thighs. My little brother instantly hardened.
"You're already so wet, and you still say no. You're being naughty!" The man deliberately lowered his voice, but it was still slightly louder than

the woman 's.
"Stop picking at it." The woman pressed down hard on the toilet seat, making it hiss and crackle, seemingly

venting desire. Stop picking at it? Combined with the faint splashing sound, the man's movement of lifting her leg, and his

words, it wasn't hard to imagine the man in leather shoes lifting the female teacher's thigh and picking at her wet vulva.
"No!" The woman's voice rose, and with a thud, the black leather shoes parted on either side of the toilet seat.

I looked at the two pairs of shoes facing each other, about forty centimeters apart. It seemed the woman couldn't bear the man's picking and

had forced him to sit on the toilet seat. So, the woman wasn't doing this willingly?
"I..." The woman's voice sounded aggrieved and apologetic; she stood there helplessly.
"Hands back. Come here." The man didn't seem angry; his command was swift and decisive.
The woman obediently moved closer to the toilet. Whether her hands were behind her back, I couldn't tell. Her legs were

raised again, seemingly higher than before. The man continued his wanton fondling, and as her toes trembled,

the sound of his fingers dipping in water and rubbing her delicate genitals grew louder. The woman suppressed her moans in pain. "No... ahhh

... slower... ah... slower... it hurts..." Although she refused in a low voice, her raised

toes stance?
"Bend over! Lower your head!" the man commanded again. Who else but the principal could give such authoritative orders to a teacher

? But surely the principal wouldn't have an affair in the toilet? The principal's office, or even the staff restroom,

would be much safer! Who knows, maybe the principal enjoys this thrill. I pulled out

my penis, which was already big enough to raise a flag, and began to stroke it forcefully.
The woman's moans disappeared, replaced by soft hums, "Mmm... mmm..." intermittent, seemingly

blissful. Listening closely, I could hear swallowing and the man's excited panting. It sounded like they were kissing. The principal was truly lucky to kiss

such a beautiful, sexy teacher.
They remained kissing, then raised the woman's legs a little higher. From my vantage point next door, I

could only see a sliver of the black toe of her shoe. The man took off his shoes, and his feet disappeared from the ground. I examined

his shoes closely; the craftsmanship and leather were extremely expensive. Only the principal and a

handful However, the dust covering the shoes puzzled me.
The partition wasn't high; I could see everything inside by standing up on tiptoe, but considering it might be

the principal, I suppressed my curiosity.
"Thump..." Another loud crash; I wondered who had bumped into the partition. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

..." The woman's moans were on a completely different volume than before, and her breathing was much more rapid. Through these noises, the "slap slap" sound of flesh splashing with water

could be heard. The obvious sound of water made it easy to imagine how

wet her labia were and how slippery her folds were. The principal's huge penis was already fully inside the teacher's vagina, brazenly occupying

her moist flower garden! "Squeak squeak..." Suddenly, a chilling sound rang out—the woman

was scratching the wooden partition with her fingernails. Was she delirious with pleasure, or expressing dissatisfaction? Or perhaps a form of resistance?
"Ugh... Don't bite!" It seemed the woman's resistance was effective; the man released her lips, but

judging from the height of his raised leg, the area where he could previously see the toes of her shoes was no longer visible. Don't bite—it seemed the principal released her lips

not because of the teacher's resistance, but because he wanted to caress other parts of her body with his lips. Bite

? Where would he bite her? Her breasts? I wonder if this teacher has any breasts? Certainly not as big as my ridiculously large-breasted

mother . I recalled peeping at my mother changing clothes, those enormous breasts, as big as basketballs, as firm as papayas

—when would I ever get to taste them again?
"Don't bite...be gentle...it hurts..." The woman could no longer hide her moans.

If someone came to the restroom now, they would surely discover the principal and teacher's affair. Biting her breasts—it seemed

the principal had already unbuttoned the teacher's clothes and caressed her breasts for a while before I arrived.
"No...no..." The woman continued to refuse.
"Teacher, you really don't want it?" The principal seemed to stop thrusting, then I heard a "pop" sound—

the sound of the principal pulling out his penis. Their genitals were so tightly joined that it made that

loud sound of a wine bottle being opened.
"Since you don't want it, I'm leaving." Black patent leather high heels were put down, followed by

the sound of the principal dressing.
"No, no..." The female teacher's voice was a mixture of resistance and acceptance; I couldn't tell if she wanted the principal to continue

violating her or if she wanted him to leave.
"You slut, what is it? You don't want it, or you don't want me to leave?" the principal demanded.
"I don't want to leave..." the woman's voice was barely audible.
"If you don't want me to leave, then say something nice." The principal slapped the woman's buttocks;

the crisp sound told him her buttocks were plump but not greasy, soft and elastic—he wondered how perky they were.
"Husband...husband..." the woman's voice was soft, but sweet, yet for some reason, he could detect a hint of sadness in

her sweetness .
"Ah! My good wife. You little slut, clearly incredibly horny, secretly yearning, yet always pretending to be

reserved with me. Class is almost over, hurry up. Turn around!" the principal commanded.
The black patent leather high heels turned, facing the same direction as the shoes placed on either side of the toilet. Holy crap...this...

"It's doggy style, huh? At 15, I've only ever seen dogs in that position."
"Stick your ass up a little higher. Hmm, my slutty wife's ass is so big, so perky." The principal said,

slapping the female teacher's buttocks again.
"Hmm..." The woman's moan was smooth and steady, probably the sound of his glans pressing against her excited labia, her sensitive

body receiving satisfaction. She must be craving further satisfaction.
"Thump..." This time, the loud noise wasn't the sound of a hand hitting the partition, but the sound of flesh colliding. "Ah..."

Immediately following was the woman's heart-wrenching scream. The loud noise was the principal penetrating the female teacher's uterus?

This old man isn't young, but his waist is strong too.
"Thump..." The principal's strength impressed even me, a developing young man. With that kind of strength, he could

crush mincemeat. He's penetrating so forcefully, showing no mercy whatsoever. He's not even penetrating his own wife. "Ah..."

Despite the woman's efforts to lower her voice, her erotic moans still echoed throughout the entire toilet.
"Teacher, is it exciting?"
"Ah...no...don't be so hard...oh...it's all the way in..."
"Ugh...ugh...how is it...teacher...it feels good, doesn't it..." "
Too deep...too deep...oh..."
"Your husband has never penetrated you like this, has he?" "Ugh, don't talk, watch how powerful I am!"
With the principal's next thrust, the female teacher screamed in pain, followed by the sound of something scraping against the partition

. I looked up and saw a slender leg in flesh-colored stockings sticking out from the partition. What? She actually adopted this position to make it easier for

the principal to penetrate her? The female teacher's legs were really long;

a large part of her slender leg, covered in flesh-colored stockings, was exposed and swaying in the air, trembling with her low moans. Wow… that

's the legendary "splits"! A doggy style with a standing split—this kind of high-difficulty position for fucking, the principal

must be really enjoying it! The female teacher has a really nice figure too; her legs look over 1.1 meters long. I don't even wish

I could experience that kind of pleasure as the principal, just seeing the full view of the female teacher's beautiful legs would be great. I wonder how they compare to my mom's

. My mom is also a long-legged beauty, but she always covers her legs with long pants. To avoid highlighting the

beautiful , she even wears extra-large pants, and if the pants aren't long enough, she uses ankle boots to compensate. It's such

a waste of her long, straight, beautiful legs.
"Yes, wife, straighten your legs! Don't hold back. If it feels good, just scream."
"Ah…husband, my little husband…" The female teacher sounded dazed from being penetrated, her voice changing from

pain to a gentle, melancholic tone. Maintaining this position for sex, it seems the female teacher not only has a great figure but also

extremely high flexibility. The only teacher in the whole school with such long legs is my mom—it can't be my mom!

Students are few and far between, and given her superb technique and flexibility, the principal is probably fucking a high-class

"prostitute."
Just then, the female teacher, in a split, brought one leg closer. She seemed exhausted from being fucked; her raised

leg wobbled, "Thump!" Her flesh-colored stockinged leg rested on the top of the partition, still trembling

.
"Is it good, wife!" The principal thrust rapidly, the sound of flesh-covered flesh slapping against flesh

continuous .
"Ah...husband, I'm going to die..." The female teacher's feet twisted and turned from the impact, her

high heels on the partition flipped up by her taut feet.
"Then I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you slutty wife!" The principal's breathing quickened, and

he shouted .
"Ah..." The female teacher cried out in pleasure. Her toes stretched out forcefully, her shiny black patent leather high heels

wobbling precariously, their black sheen gleaming as if beckoning to me. Wait! It really fell,

hitting me on the head.
I picked up the heel, held it to my nose, and smelled it. There was no stench of leather, no

odor , but a faint, pleasant fragrance. What a well-maintained, high-class prostitute! I looked up. Her shapely

calves, barely as thick as my forearm, were incredibly delicate, her arches beautiful, her insteps snow-white and shiny,

her toes as white and neat as piano keys, her pink nails clear and transparent. She possessed a

refined I didn't even need to possess such exquisite feet; just holding them, licking them would be enough!
"You slut, you're so tight, you're biting me again, such a tight little cunt," the principal

growled , like a bear howling.
The female teacher didn't respond, her jade-like feet and toes arched to their limit, her soft calves spasming and

tense . She seemed to have reached orgasm, perhaps even squirted, not noticing her high heels had fallen off.
After about two minutes, the principal sat down again. The female teacher's legs swayed, showing no

intention of retracting.
"Sexy teacher, retract them, as if you're afraid someone won't see?" the principal teased.
"Ouch, that hurts, you were too rough." The female teacher was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. I watched reluctantly as her

exquisite feet slowly retracted behind the partition, wondering if I'd ever see them again.
"Huh? Where did my shoes go? Let me go, I'll go find them." The female teacher snapped out of her daze, her voice

low .
"My dear wife, what's the rush? We'll look for them later. Let me give you a kiss first." The principal's voice also softened.
"Oh, you're so annoying!" the female teacher whispered coquettishly, followed by the sound of their tongues swirling together.

The principal's legs were gone again, leaving only a pair of leather shoes on either side of the toilet. The female teacher's legs, which she had pulled back, remained in place

, and the other high heel hadn't even turned. A picture flashed before my eyes: the principal, still with his penis inside the female teacher's vagina in a rear-entry position

, one hand lifting one thigh, the female teacher bracing herself against the toilet seat, turning back

to kiss . Where was his other hand? If it were me, I would definitely be fondling the female teacher's large, white breasts!
I smelled the shoes again, checked my watch—it was getting late

. It would be troublesome if they came out looking for the high heels after their kiss. I put down the high heels, hunched over, and hurriedly left the toilet.

They , so why was I acting so furtively and guilty? Because the one soliciting prostitution was the principal! Their voices were very soft,

and I wasn't sure who they were, but the principal was the most likely. He had power and influence, could afford expensive shoes,

dared to solicit prostitution on his own turf, and even had the power to coerce certain teachers and even students.
That shameless principal! I cursed under my breath, but when I got back to the basketball court, it was deserted.
"You took a long time to get to the toilet, didn't you?" As soon as I got back to the classroom, Tiezi sarcastically scolded me.
"It did take a while. Were there enough guys?" I apologized.
"Not enough? It's okay. Playing ball is a small matter, your health is the most important. Are you sick? Can't pee? Kidney deficiency?

Prostatitis?" Tiezi was always so sarcastic.
"Screw you, you're the one with prostatitis!" I retorted.
"If you can't pee, do you even dare to drink water?" Tiezi tossed me a can of Red Bull.
"Even the stingy rooster is spending money today?" I looked at the Red Bull with suspicion and sure enough, there was a small pink

note stuck with transparent tape. I opened it and saw a few neat words: "Brother Qiang, you look so handsome when you play ball.

Always silently watching your xxx." I knew it was from those infatuated girls at school. Whenever there was a game or

PE class, they would secretly buy me water. My mother said that this kind of thing was popular when they were pursuing classmates.

I didn't expect it to still be like this after more than ten years.
Back in the last row, there were two bottles of water on the table, and I'd forgotten to leave a note. How was I supposed to know who

sent them? What a bunch of silly girls.
"Just three bottles?" I asked Tiezi.
"Yeah...yes! Three bottles is enough," Tiezi replied. He liked to talk in class, so his mom

moved him to the last row too.
"Just three bottles?" I asked the girl next to me. The girl next to me was dark-skinned and thin, the

quiet introverted type. She rarely spoke, studying hard every day, but her grades weren't necessarily good. She

proved one thing: talent is more important than effort.
The girl didn't answer, just covered her mouth and smiled. There were only four people in the last row. With extra seats in the class, none

of us had a deskmate. Besides the three of us, there was also a troublemaker named Zhang Fan, who, like usual, wasn't

there today.
"Hey, Tiezi, you stole them and then lied to me!" I turned around, grabbed Tiezi's waist, and pushed her back.

We often joked like that.
"Stop it, stop it! Class is starting." Tiezi grabbed my arm, begging for mercy.
The next class was Mom's math class. Although it was the last class of the afternoon, Mom was still trying to stay alert. Standing on the stage, her tall figure of

1.8 meters resembled a proud general. From a distance, the most eye-catching feature was

her heavy, magnificent breasts. The two majestic peaks rose from her chest, making her white chiffon blouse almost burst out.

The April weather was a bit chilly, and she wore a delicate purple blazer over it. Even though it only had three buttons, the top one

couldn't be fastened at all. Her understated high-waisted light gray trousers, even the extra-long ones, still couldn't cover her nearly 1.2-meter-long,

straight, and slender legs. The last row was too far from Mom to admire her properly. I pretended to listen to the lesson, feeling bored,

when Tiezi quietly leaned over and said... "I'll show you something good."
He mysteriously handed me a wad of black silk fabric. I took it and opened it; it was a pair of women's black lace lingerie

. Except for the vulva area, which was slightly darker, the rest was transparent. The thin fabric was soft and silky,

and it aroused my interest. However, the vulva area was a bit hard. I flipped it open and saw that it was covered in thick semen.

From the vulva to most of the buttocks, it was covered in semen. When Tiezi handed it to me, it seemed to be dripping out.

I was too curious and didn't see it. The hardened vulva area was dried semen stains.
"Get the hell out of here! Did you just use it to masturbate? You can't mess with people like this." This time I was really angry.
"Damn it! Do you think I'm that kind of person? This is leftover from someone else's sex." Tiezi argued.
"It's not disposable. You throw it away after you're done. Who would believe someone else's leftovers?" I didn't believe Tiezi's

explanation .
"Don't believe me. Smell it. It has the scent of a woman's private parts. Body fragrance!" Tiezi said,

handing the lingerie over again.
"Get away from it, it's disgusting!" I'm a bit of a germaphobe; if something pure and beautiful is tainted by filth,

I won't want it, no matter how much I like it.
"This was hung on our class sign before class ended. It was hung so high, nobody noticed, luckily I'm

good at jumping, I jumped and took it down." Tiezi was even a little proud.
You're good at jumping? You're nowhere near as good as me. If I wanted it, would it be your turn? I retorted, "It's not that nobody's

good at jumping, it's that nobody wants it! Aren't you disgusted! Who would hang it there! This is a school."
"Hehe, hanging it on the class sign is a huge irony, it means our class can fuck freely now!"

Tiezi's words were completely unrestrained.
"Come on, believe it or not, I don't believe it. School is a place for learning, doing this kind of

sneaky thing is bad enough, but to shamelessly display it, shameless!" I said.
"Tch, believe it or not. They've been in PE class for the past two weeks. Look!" After saying that, Tiezi

took out a plastic bag from the drawer, looked around furtively, and secretly opened it to show me. Inside were two pairs of

the same type of sexy underwear, one pink and one light blue, already washed.
"You're really a pervert, a collector!" I teased.
"I just happened to come back a little early one time and saw them, and then they were

hanging up ." Tiezi said seriously, as if it were true. "Sigh, should we

wash them or not? If we don't wash them, I feel disgusted by the semen, but if we wash them, the woman's pungent smell will be gone."
"If I were you, I would throw them away or burn them!" I sat down to the other side, suddenly feeling

disgusted .
"Okay, I'll put them away." Tiezi carefully put all three pairs of underwear into the plastic bag.

The moment he put them away, I seemed to smell a rich, subtle fragrance, the same scent as the high heels I smelled in the bathroom earlier.
"Here are two practice problems for you all." Mom wrote two summation problems on the blackboard

, and the students all buried their heads in quick calculations.
"Qiangzi, which girl do you think these panties belong to?" Tiezi chimed in again.
"What do you think?" I wondered what kind of story he could come up with.
"I think..." Tiezi was still speculating. "Such sexy panties, they probably don't belong to those studious

goddesses. There are only a few girls who like to play around, and they wouldn't dare to do something so daring.

Besides, none of them could put it that high! But maybe it was a man who put it there. Actually, maybe those studious

goddesses are the repressed type."
"Yeah! That's right." I chimed in irritably.
"Maybe it's one of the teachers. Maybe it's Teacher Yao! Look at her height, she could

reach the class sign on tiptoe. Those long, slender legs, even through her pants you can tell how full and straight they are, she

's a perfect sex machine! And those big, swaying breasts, I really want to grab them! And those perky, plump buttocks,

those lace panties would definitely sink into her cleft. Oh my… I'm already hard!" Tiezi

whispered to me while staring at my mother on the podium.
He didn't know that Teacher Yao Jingting was my mother. Not only him, but almost no one at the school knew that

Teacher Yao Jingting and I were mother and son. My mother was afraid of giving me special privileges, and also afraid of unnecessary gossip

and trouble.
"Instead of fantasizing like this, why don't you find a girlfriend and have a proper relationship?" I looked at his ecstatic expression, feeling

very proud. I enjoyed seeing others fantasize about my mother. They could only fantasize, while I could peep.

My sense of superiority immediately became apparent.
"Li Qiang! Yang Tiexin. What are you saying in class!" Oh no! Mom spotted us. "Stand up!"

"Have you finished your questions? Come up to the blackboard and do them."
At Mom's command, Tiezi and I went up to the podium and started working on one question each. Thanks to Mom's

genes and her education, exams were no problem for me. I finished in no time. Seeing

Tiezi struggling, I quietly stood beside him and gave him some hints. With my help, he finished too.
"You're quite loyal," Mom said. We looked at each other for three seconds. Dad's recent surgery had troubled her, and

the days of hard work had left her looking tired. She was clearly forcing herself to stay awake, but strangely, her tired yet confident

face had a girlish blush. Mom made us go downstairs, and after checking the results with the whole class

, she said, "Even if you've learned it, you can't talk in class and disrupt the discipline or the other students' learning.

You two will stand and listen to this lesson!"
"Hehe..." A few scattered sneers came from behind. Zhong Kai, who was sitting in the second row, turned around and looked at

me smugly. His laughter was the loudest. Looking at his smug look, I wanted to smash his ugly triangular head.

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