Bihu

Chapter 1 (
Non-Hypnosis Fiction) "Brother, do you think hypnosis really exists?

" my sister asked, sipping her congee. "How could it be?" I scoffed. "If it did, hypnotists would be doing whatever they wanted
."
"But a classmate of mine said it's real, and she even tried it," my sister asked doubtfully. I snorted, took out my phone, opened Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), and searched for "hypnosis," opening a question: "Does hypnosis exist
?
Are hypnosis masters real or fake?" I slowly read the psychology guru's answer to my sister:
"...There's a misconception about hypnosis: people
think it can control behavior. We often see this in movies, where hypnosis
makes someone obedient and honestly confess things. If only
such a magical effect existed! The police would be thrilled. But in reality, hypnosis cannot control behavior; it can't make someone do things against their will. Hypnosis relaxes people,
opening up
something you don't want to do."
"See? You kids are the biggest victims of cheap propaganda. You need to learn to look at things scientifically
..." Before I could finish, I received a slap on the forehead. I turned around and saw my mother's eyebrows furrowed: "What time is it? You haven't
finished breakfast yet!"
"Wait until I change my clothes and come out. Cui Li, Cui Ying, whoever hasn't finished eating, takes the bus to school." With that,
my mother hurriedly went into the bedroom.
My sister and I exchanged a glance, then simultaneously began frantically shoveling rice into our mouths. My name is Cui Li, and my sister is Cui Ying. Because our grandfather died in the line of duty, and our father is an only child,
we were eligible for a second child, hence this quirky and clever sister.
I'm a senior in high school this year, and my sister is a freshman. We live in
a small southern city. My father is the deputy head of a township, the most arduous and busiest position among township officials. He has the township head and secretary making decisions above him, and his subordinates are either young people just starting their careers
or seasoned veterans he can't manage. Plus, with the heavy workload of poverty alleviation and environmental protection these past two years, he's often away from home for half a month at a time. My mother, Li Mingyu, is a math teacher at a top-tier high school. She's quite well-known in our small city because the classes she teaches
consistently rank among the top in the city. This year, considering my sister's freshman year and my senior year, she worried about the workload and didn't want to be a homeroom teacher anymore. However, she couldn't resist Principal Yu's pleading and had to take on
the role again, much to my sister's dismay.
"Tap tap tap," Mom came out after changing her clothes. My sister and I pushed our bowls aside, put down our chopsticks, and stood up. We both knew Mom's personality well. Although she spoiled us in daily life, she was always very strict when it came to things related to studies. She was a woman of her word, just like with her students. Anyone who hadn't finished eating really had to take the bus.
I once asked Mom why she seemed like a different person once she got to school. Mom thought it was only
natural ; studying required seriousness, and only a stern voice could get students to listen.
Although I didn't agree with this,
believing that interest was the most important thing in learning, I had to admit that Mom's method of establishing authority by instilling awe in students was the most efficient method for most students. This was probably why her
classes achieved such excellent results. Besides, Mom was so beautiful; if she weren't a little strict, who knows how many persistent students would cling to her every day.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and watched my mother and sister changing their shoes in the entryway. My mother had an oval face, fair skin, and was just 1.7 meters tall, a little shorter than my sister. In her high heels, she looked even taller and more graceful. A tight sweater hugged her voluptuous figure, her D-cup breasts standing proudly on her chest, and her rounded hips stretched her trousers into a perfect curve, perfectly embodying the phrase "curvaceous and shapely."
My sister inherited my mother's skin and figure. Although she wasn't as tall as my mother, she looked much slimmer. In recent years, since she started puberty, even her loose, wrinkled
school uniform seemed unable to conceal her ample bosom. I sighed inwardly, deeply envious of the boys in my sister's class. The weather was a bit chilly today. My mother took a trench coat from the hanger and draped it over her arm. She opened the door, and a refreshing perfume scent wafted out.

"Hey, I remember Dad took the car to the countryside yesterday, didn't he
?" I blurted out. Mom, who was half-bent over, paused for a moment, then straightened up and looked at my sister and me. She suddenly smiled and said, "Haha, I almost forgot.
Come on, let's take the bus."
My sister and I, carrying our schoolbags, followed Mom to the bus stop, just as the bus arrived.
As soon as I got on, I encountered the person I least wanted to see: Ning Qingqing. She was the girl who slipped me
love letters high. Ning Qingqing's grades were originally quite good; she could have gone to a top high school. But that incident caused a lot of unpleasantness, and her grades suffered greatly afterward. She ended up attending the international department of my current school. It's called the international department,
but it's actually a private high school that uses our school's name to recruit students. The campuses aren't even the same; they're just across the street. Some teachers work part-time in the international department, but they don't teach very diligently. Firstly,
students from other schools don't feel a sense of belonging; secondly, the student body in the international department isn't very high-quality, and compared to the main campus students, the teachers aren't very enthusiastic. We main campus students never consider them alumni. Although it wasn't my fault, I still felt a little guilty towards Ning Qingqing. After all, I had affected her.
I smiled apologetically at her, and she saw me, but turned her head away expressionlessly as if she were a stranger, leaning towards a boy next to her. I could only awkwardly turn my head to look out the car window.

Ning Qingqing and the boy greeted my mother, saying, "
Good morning, Teacher Li."
Does my mother teach their class in the international department?
After the car had been driving for a while, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at Ning Qingqing. She was prettier than before; the naivety had faded, replaced by a touch of charm. She had grown taller, and even through her loose school uniform, I could clearly see her soft breasts. Looking at the boy, with his buzz cut, tall and sturdy, one hand holding onto the handrail, the other already wrapped around Ning Qingqing's waist, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, so I forcibly suppressed my inner enviousness, turned on my phone, and opened one of my favorite porn sites, "Shenyu." Since its long closure due to the last big news, the site has reopened, even
creating a new section similar to Zhihu called "Bihu: Share Your Sex Stories.

" The UI style is exactly the same as Zhihu, so I don't have to worry about anyone peeking at my screen and discovering I'm doing porn.
Today, Bihu recommended a topic to me called "Why do women wear tight pants when they work out? Doesn't it feel constricting?
Especially when they're sweating?"
The top-rated post immediately dropped a bombshell: "Multiple pictures warning! Multiple pictures warning! Multiple pictures warning! I'm saying it three times because it's important."
Then came a series of photos. The first one was relatively normal—a voluptuous, slender woman with a sweet face and a...
A woman with a curvaceous figure and excellent temperament, wearing brown workout clothes, is taking a selfie in front of the mirror. What's provocative is that her legs, beneath her tight
shorts are covered by black stockings. The second photo shows a tear in the black stockings, revealing her fair ankles; the photographer has clearly changed to the person who tore the stockings.
The third photo is even more outrageous: the woman is posed kneeling, the crotch of her tight shorts and the black stockings underneath
have been cut, revealing a white thong.
These are such revealing pictures; I was afraid my mother next to me would see them, so I quickly scrolled down. The rest were all pictures, without a single word.

Wait a minute? What was this topic again? So why don't women feel constricted wearing tight pants? Another bait post. I don't dare read these kinds of posts anymore; I don't learn anything from them. Ugh, I
silently added it to my favorites.

Zhihu recommended a topic to me today: "What's it like when your mom gets cheated on by a classmate?"
I happily clicked on it, and the first thing I saw was a reply from a user named "Placebo Shopkeeper"
: "Thanks for the invitation."
"My mom getting cheated on was a really painful experience. Honestly, it
's completely different from reading stories about cheating on mothers and putting yourself in the victim's shoes. Because no matter how much you put yourself in the victim's shoes, there's
a subconscious telling you that this isn't real."
"But it's completely different when it happens in real life, it's fucking real!!!!!!!!!"
The reply ended there, and the comments below exploded: "I don't need this much traffic, please
continue ."
"Answerer, tell your story."
"Was this done by some expert here? Come out and identify yourself."
I continued scrolling down to the next answerer: "Thanks for the invitation, anonymously liking all the answers above.
I'm in China, just got off the bus, and my current monthly income is about 100 yuan, the allowance my mom gives me. There are too many people in this circle, so I'm going to remain anonymous."
"I don't have any experience of my mom being cheated on, but I can share my experience of cheating on someone else's mom. This doesn't fit the question, and typing on a phone isn't convenient, so I'll only say it if you want to hear it."
Another answer without specific experience, it's really boring.
Just then, my sister suddenly said, "What are you looking at? So engrossed?" I quickly turned off my phone and
said, "Nothing."
My sister said, "We're almost at our stop, and you're still looking at your phone? Be careful Mom doesn't hit you again."
I quickly glanced around, and then I noticed that Ning Qingqing and her boyfriend had already gotten off the bus. The international
department and the main campus are only one stop apart. The bus quickly arrived at the main campus platform, and we got off together and entered the school. The main campus has two teaching buildings. My senior year and my mom and sister's freshman year are not in the same building, so after we separated, I went to the classroom alone.
My deskmate had arrived earlier than me and was already sitting there. His nickname was Monkey; he was very thin, sharp-tongued, and looked malnourished.

But I knew his family was very wealthy; he wasn't malnourished at all, he
was just excessively masturbating.
As soon as I sat down, he looked at me excitedly. I asked, "What are you doing?"

Monkey's eyes gleamed: "I have something interesting to show you."
"What interesting thing?" I asked suspiciously. He gave me a comical look, and I understood instantly
. Monkey said, "The homeroom teacher is here, now's not the time."
Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the classroom, and the homeroom teacher, Yan Qi, walked in. She first stood at the door
and Unbeknownst to her, while she was scanning the classroom, Monkey and I were also scanning her. I heard Yan Qi was only thirty years old. Although she was quite pretty, she didn't care much about dressing up, and her clothes
were very old-fashioned, like a fifty-year-old woman. She always had a stern face, and teaching physics made her look like an alien.
Soon, Yan Qi noticed our strange gazes, and glared at us fiercely. We were so frightened that we quickly lowered our heads.
Morning self-study is usually supervised by the homeroom teacher, but most homeroom teachers are too lazy to supervise. Only Yan Qi is tireless
and ; she just sits on the podium, doing nothing but watching.
Today, however, she focused on me and Monkey, staring at us for ten minutes straight. Monkey and I gasped
; the physics teacher's dedication was terrifying.
Fortunately, physics class is usually in the afternoon, and today the first two periods were English class, so we'd soon have to say goodbye to her
. The English teacher is a young woman named Sun Keren. Although she's young, she's not very pretty and not
particularly charming . Apparently, she's a bit insecure about it. She's a very kind person, but unfortunately, kindness often goes unnoticed, and we often don't take her seriously.

As soon as Sun Keren started teaching, Monkey started acting up
. He opened his book, propped it up on the table, took out his phone, put it behind the book, and started telling me, "Don't get too excited when you see it later.
"
At that moment, I saw Teacher Keren looking this way, reading the text while glancing at
the book Monkey had propped up. This wasn't the first time Monkey had acted this way, completely disregarding Sun Keren.
Sun Keren knew Monkey was probably playing on his phone, but she didn't say anything, and let it go after a while.
I then moved my face closer to Monkey, and his phone showed me a photo.
It was a photo of a woman's private parts; the hair was sparse, and the labia were very
pink . It was one of the best I'd ever seen. "So what?" I asked Monkey.
Monkey swiped to the next picture, which was also a close-up of the vulva, but this time there were
two fingers prying the labia open, revealing the wet, tender flesh inside. It was clear that the vulva was already soaking wet.
"So so what?" I said. I could find tons of these kinds of pictures on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website). I said to Monkey, "Here's a keyword for you, search it on Zhihu yourself. Oh, and I'll share a
collection of bait posts with you, don't get too caught up in them.
"
"Get lost," Monkey said. "Can these pictures compare to those fabricated answers on Zhihu? I'm telling you, it
's all real. This is a mature woman my buddy conquered himself."
"Nonsense. Mature women have such pink little holes? You've been reading too much Zhihu, making things up out of thin air. Don't you follow any
basic rules?"
"I swear on my little brother, if I'm lying, I'll cut off my right hand."
"Oh. So you use your right hand."

"Don't you?"
"Who's your buddy?" I asked him. "The circle is too small, I'd rather not say. This guy didn't want me to share the pictures, I've already
sworn on it .
Besides, you wouldn't know him anyway, what's the use of knowing his name?"
"Then can I ask who this woman is?"
Monkey suddenly lowered his voice and said, "She's a teacher at our school."
"A teacher?" I murmured. A teacher! From our school! Oh my god. I quickly asked, "Which
teacher ?"
"I don't know either," Monkey said. For the next day, I kept thinking about who this teacher could be. When I ran into my mom at school at noon, the way I looked at her
was strange. When my mom saw me staring at her like an idiot, she quickly walked over from a distance and gave me a good whack on the head. "What kind of behavior is this, always spacing out?
"

I ran back to the classroom dejectedly. My sister and I both had to attend evening self-study sessions. My mom wasn't the homeroom teacher, so she didn't have to come to school every time for self-study
. That day, she went home early.
After evening self-study, there were only two buses left. The first one was too crowded, so I couldn't squeeze on and
had to wait for the last one. My poor, intellectually disabled sister was in the same boat; she arrived later and didn't even have a chance to squeeze on, so she had to wait with me for the next one.
We shivered in the cold wind,
watching others ride their bicycles home with envy. It was early autumn, and the night was chilly. I, in a very brotherly manner, took off my school uniform jacket and draped it
over my sister's shoulders. "Here, all set.
"
My sister looked at me: "Brother, have you been watching too many Korean dramas?"
My face darkened: "Fine, give it back."
"Oh." My sister took off her jacket and handed it to me.

I didn't take the jacket, saying, "Can you at least act like a character? Shouldn't you be blushing and shamelessly wearing my clothes right now?"
My sister stared at me with wide eyes and didn't say anything. I continued, "Also, stop with the 'oh, oh, oh' stuff. If you were to send me a 60-second voice message on WeChat, I'd just reply with an 'oh,' wouldn't that be infuriating?

"

My sister suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. "Wait,
what are you laughing at?" I asked. My sister laughed even harder
.
"No, is it that funny?" I asked with a wry smile.

"Then stop laughing,
okay?"
"Oh."
I was completely petrified. Just then, the bus pulled up, and my sister, unusually, took my hand and boarded. We
sat the back, my sister by the window, and finally said something sensible: "Brother, what do you want to study after graduation?
"

I countered, "Have you decided which subject to choose—science or humanities?"
My sister pursed her lips and said, "If Mom teaches science math, I'll choose humanities; if she teaches humanities math, I'll choose science."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh~" I smiled slyly. When I got home, Mom was watching TV on the sofa, looking like a leisurely lady. Why are high school students working themselves to the bone while teachers are so comfortable?

I walked in and asked, "Mom, I have a question. You're going to be a junior in high school soon, are you going to teach humanities math or
science math?
"
My sister instinctively pinched my thigh and glared at me fiercely. Mom gave us a strange look and said, "If Yingying studies science, I'll teach science; if she studies humanities, I'll teach humanities. What's
wrong?
"
I turned to look at my sister, and her fierce eyes suddenly looked like they were about to burst into tears.
I have to say, my sister is really cute; that pitiful expression almost made this tough guy cry. Mom suddenly asked, "Yingying,
why are you wearing your brother's school uniform?"
My sister blushed and said, "He asked me to get him his clothes." Then she threw the clothes at me and went back to
her room. My mom called me over and said, "How old are you? Stop fooling around with your sister all day like a
little kid .
Can't you talk to your sister about studying more?"
I said, "It's just playful banter. Doesn't it show that my sister and I have a good relationship?"
"Okay, okay, a really good relationship." My mom said forcefully, "If you don't get into a top university, I'll be really good at hitting
you ." I
was really asking for trouble. My mom was always talking about hitting me. After washing up, I went to bed to sleep. My pre-sleep exercise was a must.
I opened Zhihu and saw the topic from this morning again, "What's it like when your mom gets cheated on by a classmate
?"
The answer I saw before, "Only experience cheating on other people's moms," had been updated. "Wow, I didn't check
for a while and there were so many likes. I didn't expect this kind of treatment for my first answer. Thank you everyone."
"Then I'll start telling my story."
The answerer wrote a long and detailed account. The female protagonist in the story was the answerer's female teacher, and her son was the answerer's classmate. The school this person attends is a private high school, not a good one, full of scumbags,
including themselves. Some of these scumbags love to fight, others love to pick up girls, but this person is different;
they only like mature women, so they project their fantasies onto the virtual world. Before finding Zhihu, this person was a collector, liking to find erotic novels at street stalls and bring them to school to read. People do all sorts of things in class, but initially, this person was the only one openly reading erotic novels. However, these novels quickly spread, passing around among the boys in the class. Finally, the female teacher
couldn't take it anymore and started confiscating them.

But this person didn't care; they'd already read them all. They'd just buy a new one after one was confiscated, because they adored mature women, especially the kind where the male protagonist, a student, sleeps with the female teacher
. This person also casually mentioned recommending a book called "Beauty Files," which I silently highlighted
.
At first, the female teacher simply confiscated the book without saying anything. But when the author was reading a book called "Temptation Under the Uniform"
(I've highlighted this again), the teacher finally couldn't hold back anymore and called him to her office. The author had actually been wanting to see the teacher anyway, because he hadn't finished the book and was stuck on a crucial point, which was the most frustrating part.

In the office, the teacher criticized him for having unhealthy and
dangerous thoughts. The author retorted that he was indeed unhealthy, only able to get an erection with women much older than himself. Hearing the words "get an erection," the teacher blushed deeply, immediately gave up on educating him, and sent him back to the classroom.

Because he lost the book he most wanted to read, the author prepared to take revenge on the teacher. He printed out many
erotic pictures of students and the teacher, and whenever he had the chance, he would stuff them into the teacher's desk. Once,
he secretly watched the teacher's surprised expression when she opened the drawer—it was hilarious. After some time, the author also started following the teacher, found her home, and waited outside her door very early the next morning, following her onto the bus.
The bus was crowded in the morning, with many
students . The student hid at the back and reached around the crowd to touch the female teacher's buttocks. He dodged cleverly,
and when the teacher turned around, she couldn't find who had touched her, and she trembled with anger. He continued to touch the teacher like this for several days, until she became too scared to take the bus
. But the student's harassment didn't stop. He suddenly became very studious, constantly asking the teacher
questions.
When the teacher explained things to him, he would either stare at her face or her chest,
never looking at the book.
At first, this angered the teacher, who refused to explain any more problems to him. The student cried and begged the teacher, saying he was hopeless, that he had developed such a psychological problem that he couldn't study properly anymore. Seeing that he had indeed been working hard recently, the teacher felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to give up on him, so she endured his voyeurism and continued to teach him. One night, when he asked questions late into the night and
there no other teachers in the office, he even boldly asked the teacher if she had read the books that the other teachers and students were reading.

This time, the female teacher didn't scold him. Instead, she told him to study hard and stop thinking about nonsense. He pestered her with questions for a month, until he noticed she was taking the bus to and from work again.

So he continued his groping
spree. This time, he didn't sneak around; he went directly behind her and started touching her
buttocks.
The teacher was startled when she realized it was him and panicked, unsure what to do. He didn't push his luck; he just gently stroked her buttocks for a short
while.
After getting off the bus, he knelt down and apologized to her, leaving her completely bewildered and reluctantly forgiving him. The next day, he repeated the trick, but this time he touched her for even longer. After getting off the bus, even with his
thick skin, he couldn't kneel down again. He told the teacher he might as well drop out of school, and she couldn't bear it and forgave him again.
The man exploited the female teacher's patience and compassion, starting by touching her buttocks briefly,
then gradually increasing the frequency to a week later, and finally, taking advantage of her wearing a skirt, reaching inside and
touching her vagina directly.
He said that perhaps because it was the first time a man other than her husband had touched her vagina, she
trembled uncontrollably, and her vaginal fluids flowed freely. He pleasured her, but didn't bring her to orgasm.
This was intentional; he wanted to keep her hanging on. After a week of this, when he saw her again on the bus, her face was flushed, like a beautiful flower in full bloom. The man

didn't hesitate; he had prepared a small pair of scissors and cut her panties, leaving her without underwear.
The intense shame overwhelmed her, and before he could even touch her, her vaginal
fluids flowed out.
This time, he inserted his fingers and began thrusting inside her. The female teacher
almost cried out during her final orgasm.
From then on, the respondent went further and further, ruthlessly harassing the female teacher every time on the bus. A week later, he finally managed to get her into a hotel bed.

The teacher's son remained completely unaware of all this.
After reading this, I was deeply moved and couldn't help but utter the word "6."
However, from the perspective of the cuckold, this cuckold story doesn't really have the feel of a cuckold story
.
The next morning, I showed this response to Monkey.
The respondent had also updated that morning, "Many people in the comments section are sour. Believe it or not, I can only say that all injustices
in the world are due to the incompetence of the parties involved."
I told Monkey, "This person is really awesome, this is truly awesome. I really want to meet this kind of master and
have him teach me."
After reading it, Monkey stared at me blankly and said, "This is my buddy."
"Huh?" I was surprised. "Do you really want to meet him
?" Monkey asked me seriously.
I thought about it for a long time. It's just meeting up with an online friend, nothing to be afraid of, so I said, "Okay."
"Okay, then I'll give you his QQ number."

"Ah, not in person?" "
He's in the same city, aren't you afraid of running into someone you know and feeling awkward?"
I nodded: "Yeah, I guess so."

Monkey shared a contact card with me on QQ. The guy's ID was "Waiting for a God's Clip," which I mentally shortened to "Waiting for God." "Waiting God" quickly added me, but I didn't chat with him directly. That night, before going to sleep, I kept thinking about it and impulsively sent him a message: "Hello, Waiting God.

" I immediately tried to recall it, but Waiting God
replied with a "?".
It seemed recalling it was useless. I awkwardly replied, "I just typed it out of nowhere when I saw your ID
, sorry."
"It's okay, I like it."
Waiting God asked me, "Are you Monkey's classmate?"
I wanted to say we were deskmates, but since he knew the nickname "Monkey," he must know Monkey's real identity.
Saying deskmate would expose me. So I said, "We were elementary school classmates, haven't been in touch for a long time, it
's quite a coincidence." Well, I've been through the wringer for a while now; making up stories is no longer an option. The god seemed uninterested in my coincidence and didn't press the matter. Instead, he asked, "
Why did you add me on QQ?
"
I replied, "I want to study." Yes, I wanted to study. I had a dream: to pin Yan Qi down
and ravage her. I almost believed my own lie; I just wanted to get some firsthand information. "You like your
teacher?" If you
're going to make something up, make it up. I imagined Yan Qi's figure in my mind and typed, "Yes."

"What does your teacher look like?"
I prepared to describe Yan Qi's appearance, but then it dawned on me. Aside from her face, Yan Qi didn't look like a woman at all. She
had no redeeming qualities. Sending this to the god would seem embarrassing. The more exquisite the female teacher, the higher my taste would appear, and my overall sophistication would rise. I tried to fabricate some redeeming qualities for Yan Qi. Women's redeeming qualities are really limited, and for us perverts, breasts are the first thing to mention. I instinctively thought of my mother's D-cup and blurted out to the expert, "Her
breasts are huge, at least a 36D."

The expert even had a shocked expression afterward, clearly taken aback. I continued smugly, perhaps because my mother was the most goddess-like female teacher I'd ever seen, and unconsciously added my mother's characteristics to Yan Qi: "Her eyes are big, bright, and piercing.

"
"This kind of woman is exceptionally radiant," the expert replied. The expert is indeed an expert; the reply was insightful. I continued to add to Yan Qi's appeal: "Sometimes she's aloof,
sometimes incredibly warm-hearted. She's very kind to students, yet maintains a clear distance. I've heard
that many male students who graduated years ago still admire her greatly.
"
"Looks like the kind of goddess with an aura, whom male students both adore and fear."
Harboring resentment towards my mother, I subconsciously added, "Actually, she's not very strict with students; in
fact, she's exceptionally kind. But she's extremely strict with her own children."
After sending this, my heart skipped a beat—it sounded more and more like my mother.
The expert said, "You know that? Her son is your
classmate?"
I had no choice but to continue the explanation, saying, "Yes, he's my deskmate."
"Damn, that's really exciting, bro, you're something else!" The expert was impressed. I secretly felt smug, thinking that my mother's sacrifice, fueled by my fantasies, was worthwhile. I said, "
Everything ready, except for the technique. I need to learn from you, God of War.
"
"I see your ID is LeBron James, can I call you Gorilla?"
My face darkened, almost turning on God of War, but I held back: "Call me King James."

"Okay, King James, I really don't deserve this advice. I only did a small thing. Do you have any ideas?"
I thought for a moment and said, "God of War, could you share some of your experiences for my reference?"

"First, you need to grasp the key points, the main contradictions, and then analyze them specifically. Just listening to my cases and feeling your way across the river won't work. Tell me about your difficulties first."
Okay, it seems that making up stories isn't so easy. I continued to fabricate: "The difficulty is mainly that she's
rather cold."
God of War said, "That's not a difficult point. I've recently been working on winning over a cold one, and you could say I've
made some initial progress. " "
Damn, this is the story I want to hear!" "Waiting God, tell me quickly."
"It's a little embarrassing to say, I'll tell you when I have more progress, let's solve your problem first."

It seems this Waiting God has something. I underestimated him. You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. I pondered for a while, making up a story. Damn, I've been on Zhihu for so many years, and this is just a story. "
Besides being cold, there's another tricky thing. She's rarely at school except for classes."
"Why?"
"She's not the homeroom teacher, so she doesn't have to supervise evening self-study. That's one point. She has children at home to take care of
, so she's always in a hurry to go home."
"Does she take the bus or drive herself?"
"She has her own car."

"Can you find an opportunity to go to her house?"
"I have to attend evening self-study, and I only have half a day off on Saturdays. It would be strange to go to her family's house and they'd all be home." "

Waiting for God to be silent, then said, 'You absolutely have to sleep with this female teacher?'
'Absolutely.' I said. 'Then you're awesome, you're better than me. You only ever see this female teacher during class and you're still thinking about sleeping with her.
If succeed, I'll call you God James from now on.
'
'Knowing the man, I went for it.' I sent it and immediately deleted it. 'Knowing the difficulty, I went for it.'
After a while, Waiting for God suddenly replied: 'Wait.'

'Do you have any ideas, Waiting for God?'
Waiting for God said: 'Not at all.'
Then what's the point of waiting? Waiting for God said: 'This is something you can only rely on yourself. I'll share some of my practical experience to see if it can give you some inspiration.
'
'Oh? What kind of practical experience?'

Waiting for God said: 'I've had a few before.'
A few, holy crap. I was stunned." "But after analyzing it, I don't think it explains much to you
." Then, the divine god abruptly changed the subject: "I've been working on this recently, and it's somewhat similar to what you described."
"I've got my snacks ready."
"Hehe, just some trivial things. Now that I think about it, what I did was a bit too simple, sometimes
naive," the god said. I said, "Waiting God, you're too modest. We're chatting and laughing right now, aren't we? You're so much
better . You've seen so much, it's necessary for you to share some life experience with us.
"
Waiting God: "Hahahaha. Actually, what we need to do is very simple. We must grasp a truth
called 'making a fortune in silence.'"
"How so?" I suddenly became interested.
"It means proceeding step by step, never crossing the line with the female teacher, but persistently reducing, weakening, or even cutting off the line directly. Speaking of which
, I've thought about it carefully. The one I'm currently pursuing is somewhat similar to the goddess teacher you mentioned. She's very beautiful, and
oh yeah, she has big breasts. But she's not very friendly to students, always cold and aloof."
"An ice queen, huh?"
Waiting God replied, "I guess so. It's a bit late today. I just had sex with my mom before chatting with you, so
I'm a bit sleepy now. Going to sleep."
Holy crap! At the crucial moment, you just slipped away to sleep. Everyone knows that in the online world, "I'm going to sleep" means I don't want to chat with you anymore and want to play on my phone for a while before going to bed.
But I couldn't help it. However, I've already climbed the great tree of God, and the rewards have been plentiful
!

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