Indecent assault on teacher Yao Jingting 1

"Tempting on Teacher Yao Jingting" by onion124567 (9125 words) ************************************************************************************************ Let's start with the ever-popular toilet peeping and kissing scene; almost every teacher-themed novel has this. The novel "The Lustful Fox" does this kind of thing better. I feel like my writing isn't very good, so please bear with me. Someone suggested using Weibo, WeChat, or GPS...The suggestion of using apps, QR codes, etc., is excellent; I'll likely adopt it if I continue creating content. Thank you for your support! ********** ... He deserved it, really. He brought it on himself. It's one thing to flaunt his designer clothes in front of us, but he didn't restrain himself in front of the teachers, always joking and behaving disrespectfully. So, being punished by running laps and standing in the corner were his daily routine. Looking at his slow, leisurely movements, I felt no sympathy whatsoever, because just moments ago, he'd 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 began. I looked at Zhong Kai in the distance; his dwarf-like figure, barely 1.5 meters tall, stumbled slightly, which made me feel incredibly satisfied. 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, and last year he was hospitalized six times in half a semester—once a month and still had the time to spare! Actually, he got bullied a lot when he came to our school. If it weren't for his rich parents in Italy making money for him, and him constantly bribing the school's thugs, he would have been forced to transfer schools long ago. Why am I so concerned about him? Well, I can't help it. My new girlfriend, Wang Yan, is his deskmate. We've only been dating for two weeks, and these past few days, our conversations have turned 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. I haven't 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 the Mashan City Slam Dunk King Competition junior group championship last year. If I had participated in junior high, I might have won it again. Remember the Slam Dunk King's name: Li Qiang. My name is pretty rustic, but my dad's is even more rustic: Li Gang! Of course, not the bureau chief Li Gang. My dad is a scientist, researching molecular physics and wavelet analysis, etc. I don't know the specifics. My name and my dad's name were given by my grandfather. They are a bit rustic, but they fulfilled his wish that we be strong men. Not only are my dad and I strong, but my thirty-six-year-old mother is also very strong. She has a beautiful name, Yao Jingting. Beautiful and graceful, slender and talented, she is elegant and poised. My mother's name is perfect. But don't be fooled by the three delicate female characters in her name; she is 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 dad was hospitalized last year due to an experimental accident, and his condition hasn't improved, the burden of caring for me has fallen entirely on her shoulders. Not only that, she also has to take care of my father and grandparents. The pressure of life and work has made my mom 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 admire my strong, capable mother who can 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 said, hugging my mom, who is ten centimeters shorter than me, tightly. My mom, seemingly at a loss, hugged me back. Feeling the soft yet firm flesh of her breasts, I was so moved I didn't want to let go. How did my mom 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 we were dismissed and 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 basketball?” It was my best friend Yang Tiexin who said this. He called me Qiangzi, and I called him Tiezi. He was a trainee at the sports school; his dribbling, breakthroughs, and shooting were all better than mine, but his jumping ability and height were much worse. We were both key players on our class basketball team. “Wait a minute, Tiezi, I need to use the restroom.” I ate too much salt at lunch and drank too much water, so I held it in for most of the class. Now I could finally relax, and I rushed to the restroom in the teaching building. After hastily relieving myself at the urinal, I heard a strange sound. “No… oh…” It sounded like a woman moaning. Wasn’t this the men’s restroom? Was it haunted? Curious, I wanted to hear more, but after a few seconds, there was no second response. Thinking it was a hallucination, I walked towards the toilet door. As I reached the door, I heard another soft "Ah...no...", almost inaudible, a low moan accompanied by rapid breathing—clearly a woman masturbating. I tiptoed back to the toilet, my steps as light as a burglar scaling a wall. Bending down to look 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 toilet? I hurriedly slipped into the next stall and peered down. The first thing I saw was a small foot wearing a ten-centimeter high heel. The patent leather 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 curve upwards, her slender calves were shapely and long, the flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings encasing her beautiful legs like a second skin, appearing crystal clear and flawless. The delicate, silky texture was clearly perceptible even to the naked eye. The man's black trousers, pressed between her slender calves, made her legs appear even whiter, and the black leather shoes forcefully pushed open her high heels from the middle, gradually widening the opening. "Teacher, you're late..." the man's voice was low. A teacher? He was talking to a woman. This woman was a teacher? What teacher wore such provocative ten-centimeter high heels? "Mmm...uh..." The woman didn't speak, seemingly covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing the urge to make a sound. Her left slender calf was slightly raised, only the tip of the high heel touching the ground. It seemed that one of her thighs, already parted by the man, had been lifted, widening the gap between her legs even further. "Ah...no..." With the woman's low plea, a loud thud came from next door as a hand slammed against the wooden partition, followed by a soft splash. The alluring female teacher sounded unwilling, meaning her thighs had been lifted by the man. Looking at her delicate, white legs, I could imagine the soft, warm touch of the man caressing her inner thighs. My penis 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 scratching." The woman pressed down hard on the partition, making it hiss, seemingly venting her desire. Stop scratching? Combining the soft splashing sound, the man's action of lifting her legs, and his words, it wasn't hard to imagine the man in leather shoes lifting the female teacher's thighs and scratching her wet vulva. "No!" The woman's voice grew louder, 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 probing and had forced him to sit on the toilet. So, the woman wasn't doing this willingly? "I..." The woman's voice sounded aggrieved and apologetic; she stood there helplessly. "Hands behind your 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 lifted again, seemingly higher than before. The man continued his wanton probing. As her toes trembled, the sound of his fingers, wet and rubbing against 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, she raised her toes even higher—a one-legged stance?"Bend over! Bow 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 be having 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 already erect penis and began to stroke it vigorously. The woman's moans disappeared, leaving only soft hums, "Mmm... mmm..." intermittent, sounding blissful. If you listened carefully, you could hear her swallowing saliva and the man's excited panting; it sounded like they were kissing. Kissing such a sexy teacher with such beautiful legs, the principal was truly blessed. The two remained in a kissing position, and the woman's legs were raised a little higher. From my horizontal position next door, I could only see a sliver of the black toe of her shoe. The man took off his leather shoes, his feet disappearing from the ground. I examined them closely; the craftsmanship and leather were extremely expensive. Only the principal and a handful of key teachers in the entire school could afford such shoes. Yet, the dust covering the shoes puzzled me. The partition wasn't high; I could see everything inside by standing up on tiptoe, but I suppressed my curiosity, knowing it might be the principal inside. "Thump..." Another loud noise; I wondered who had bumped into the partition. "Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!..." The woman's moans were much louder than before, her breathing more rapid. Through the noise, I could hear the "slap slap" of flesh splashing with water. The obvious wetness suggested how wet her labia were, how slippery her folds were. The principal's large penis was already fully inside the teacher's vagina, brazenly occupying her moist flower garden! "Squeak..." A chilling sound suddenly rang out; it was the woman scratching the wooden partition with her fingernails. Was she delirious with pleasure, or venting her frustration? 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 distance from where he could see the tip of her shoe was gone. 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. Bite? Where would he bite her? Her breasts? I wonder if this teacher has any breasts? Certainly not as big as my mother's ridiculously large breasts. I recalled peeping at my mother changing clothes—those enormous breasts, as big as basketballs, as firm as papayas. When will 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 definitely discover the principal and teacher's affair. He bit her breast. 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, do you really not want it?" The principal seemed to stop thrusting, then I heard a "pop" sound, probably the sound of the principal pulling out his penis. Their genitals were so tightly joined that it made a loud sound like opening a bottle of red wine. "Since you don't want it, then 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 mix of resistance and acceptance. I couldn't tell if she wanted the principal to continue violating her or if she wanted him to leave. "Slut, what do you mean? You don't want it, or you don't want me to leave?" the principal questioned. "I don't want to leave..." the woman's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "If you don't want me to leave, then say something nice." The principal slapped the woman's buttocks. Judging from the crisp sound, the woman's buttocks were plump but not greasy, soft and elastic. I wondered how perky they were. "H-husband...husband..." The woman's voice was soft, but sweet, yet for some reason, I could detect a hint of sadness in the sweetness. "Ah! My good wife. You little slut, you're clearly incredibly horny, secretly yearning, but you always pretend to be reserved with me. Class is almost over, hurry up. Turn around!" the principal commanded. The black patent leather high heels turned around, facing the same direction as the shoes placed on either side of the toilet. Oh my god...this is doggy style, I've only ever seen dogs in this position at 15. "Stick your ass up a little higher. Hmm, my horny 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 the glans pressing against her excited labia, her sensitive body being satisfied. 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..." Then came the woman's heart-wrenching scream. The loud noise was the principal's thrusting into the female teacher's uterus? This old man isn't young, but his waist is strong too. "Thump..." The principal's strength impressed even this developing young man; he could crush garlic into mincemeat with that force, thrusting so hard, showing no mercy whatsoever. He wasn't even thrusting into his own wife! "Ah..." Despite the woman's efforts to lower her voice, her erotic moans still echoed throughout the toilet. "Teacher, is it exciting?" "Ah...no...don't be so hard...oh...it's...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 done this to you, has he?" "Ugh, I won't say anything, watch my power!" With another thrust from the principal, the female teacher screamed in pain, followed by the sound of something scraping against the partition. I looked up and saw a slender, fleshy leg sticking up on the partition. What? She actually adopted this position to make it easier for the principal to penetrate her? The female teacher's legs were incredibly long; a large portion of her slender calves, encased in flesh-colored stockings, swayed in the air, trembling with her low moans. Wow… that's the legendary "splits"! A doggy-style split combined with standing, this kind of high-difficulty position must be incredibly satisfying for the principal. The female teacher's figure was also amazing; her legs looked 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 her beautiful legs would be wonderful. I wonder how they compare to my mother's. Although my mother is also a long-legged beauty, she always covers her legs with long pants. To avoid highlighting the beautiful curves of her legs, she specifically wears baggy pants, and if the pants aren't long enough, she compensates with ankle boots. 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 moan." "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 exceptional flexibility. My mom is the only teacher in the whole school with legs that long, it can't be her! There are very few students this tall either. Combined with her superb technique and flexibility, the principal is probably fucking a high-class "prostitute." Just then, the female teacher's leg, in a split, came 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 dripping with her juices continuous. "Ah…husband, I'm going to die…" The female teacher's feet, standing on the ground, twisted and turned from the thrusting, and her high heels, stretched out on the partition, were hooked and 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 again every few seconds. "Ah..." The female teacher cried out in pleasure. Her toes stretched out forcefully, and her shiny black patent leather high heels wobbled precariously, their black sheen gleaming as if beckoning to me. Wait! It really fell, and hit me on the head. I picked up the high heel, held it to my nose, and smelled it. There was no stench of leather, nor the stench of sweaty feet, but a faint, pleasant fragrance. What a high-class prostitute who takes good care of herself! I looked up, and the shapely calves on the platform were only as thick as my forearm. The delicate skin was incredibly tender, the arch of her foot beautiful, the instep snow-white and shiny, her toes white and neat like piano keys, her pink nails clear and transparent. She had less of a worldly air and more of the charm of a virtuous beauty. I don't even want to possess such exquisite feet, just let me hold them, lick them, that would be enough! "You slut, you're squeezing me so tight, you're biting me again, you're such a tight little cunt." The principal let out a low growl, like a bear roaring. The female teacher didn't respond, her jade feet and toes were just curled up to their limit, her soft calves were also spasming and tense, she seemed to have been fucked to orgasm, maybe even squirted, she didn't even notice that 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 pulling back. "Slutty teacher, pull them back, are you afraid someone won't see?" the principal reminded her with a smirk. "Ouch, it hurts, you're too rough." The female teacher was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, I watched reluctantly as her exquisite jade feet slowly pulled back into the partition, I wondered if I would ever have the chance to see them again in this life? "Huh? Where did my shoes go? Let me go, I'll go find them." The female teacher came back to her senses, her voice lowered again."My dear wife, what's the rush? We'll find it later. Let's kiss first." The principal's voice softened. "Oh, you're so naughty!" the female teacher whined softly, followed by the sound of their tongues swirling together. The principal's legs had disappeared 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. I pictured the principal, his penis still inside the female teacher's vagina, one hand lifting one thigh, the female teacher bracing herself against the toilet seat, turning back to kiss him. Where was his other hand? If it were me, I would definitely fondle 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 were the adulterers; why should I act so furtively and guilty? Because it was the principal soliciting prostitutes. The two were speaking very softly, so I wasn't sure who it was, but the principal was the most likely candidate. He's powerful and influential, can afford expensive shoes, and dares to solicit prostitutes on his own turf. He even has the power to coerce some teachers and even students. That shameless principal! I cursed inwardly. When I returned to the basketball court, it was empty. "You took a long time in the bathroom, didn't you?" As soon as I got back to the classroom, Tiezi sarcastically reprimanded me. "Yes, it took a while. Were there enough people?" I apologized. "Not enough? It's okay. Playing basketball is secondary; your health is more important. Are you sick? Can't pee? Kidney deficiency? Prostatitis?" Tiezi was always so sarcastic. "Fuck you! You're the one with prostatitis!" I retorted. "If you can't pee, do you even dare drink water?" Tiezi tossed me a can of Red Bull. "Even the stingy guy spent money today?" I wondered, turning the Red Bull over to look inside. Sure enough, there was a small pink note taped to it. I opened it and saw a few neatly written words: "Brother Qiang, you look so cool playing basketball. Always silently watching over you xxx.""I knew it was those infatuated girls at school who gave it to me. Whenever there's a competition or PE class, they secretly buy me water. My mom said that this kind of thing was popular when they were chasing after classmates. I didn't expect it to still be like this after more than ten years. Back in my seat in the last row, there were still two bottles of water on the table. I forgot to leave the note. How was I supposed to know who gave them to me? What a bunch of silly girls. "Just three bottles?" I asked Tiezi. "Yeah...yes! I'm content with three bottles." Tiezi answered me. He likes 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 sitting next to me was dark and thin, the quiet and introverted type. She wouldn't say a word for a long time. She studied hard every day, but her grades weren't necessarily good. She proved a point: talent is more important than hard work. The girl didn't say anything, but covered her mouth and smiled. There were only four people in the last row. There were too many seats in the class, and none of us had a deskmate. Besides the three of us, there was also a troublemaker named Zhang Fan. He didn't come today, just like usual." "Hey, Tiezi, you stole it yourself and then lied to me!" I turned around, grabbed Tiezi's waist, and pushed him back. We often joked like this. "Stop it, stop it! Class is starting." Tiezi grabbed my arm and begged for mercy. The next class was Mom's math class. Although it was the last class of the afternoon, Mom was still trying to be energetic. Standing on the stage, her tall figure of 1.8 meters resembled a proud general. From a distance, the most attractive thing 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 though they were extra long, 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 out of boredom. 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 even see it. That hardened vulva area was dried semen stains. "Screw you! 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 leftovers 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 still 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 get out of 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 irreverent. "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 in PE class for three days in a row." 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 by this pervert. "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, annoyed. "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." At Mom's command, Tiezi and I went up to the podium, each starting a question. Thanks to Mom's genes and her education, exams weren't a 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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