The most meaningful labor class 1

Both junior high and high school were boarding schools. This is about the spying and eavesdropping that started in the second year of junior
high. Every Wednesday afternoon, during the two 90-minute labor classes, the teachers actually assigned us to take turns cleaning the public toilets. Six classmates were assigned to clean each Wednesday, and to perform better, we kept rinsing with tap water. The girls' toilet was just a wall away. After spending over an hour in the toilet, our sense of smell became numb. After cleaning, we waited for the labor committee member to come and inspect. The other students went back to the classroom or the playground, but my classmate Xiao Liu and I were left alone. We stood at the toilet door chatting about which girl had a boyfriend, which girl I had secretly slipped love letters to… Back then, there were no cell phones or computers, and this was a town school in Jiangxi… Then we heard noises from the girls' toilet next door. It was the voice of the class beauty and another girl. Through the sloping squat toilet water (it had been dirty and murky from too much tap water), I could see the reflection of a 14-15 year old girl urinating urgently. I could see the class beauty's buttocks were still a bit fleshy, she was starting to develop. Less than five minutes after the class beauty left, we heard the sound of high heels. We knew it was our math teacher's wife. She ran a small shop at the school; she had a good figure, loved wearing high heels, and was in her thirties—a woman who was incredibly alluring to us naive 13-15-year-old boys. On summer evenings, when we went to the shop to buy cold drinks, we couldn't help but linger, stealing glances at our math teacher's wife (our "teacher's wife"). Her buttocks were larger and rounder than our female classmates', and her breasts were fuller.
We would listen intently to which stall she was squatting in, secretly peeking at her reflection. The sound of her urinating was distinctly different from that of a young girl (the difference between a young woman and a young girl). We could make out a little of her round, large buttocks and some sparse pubic hair in the water, but it wasn't very clear. It only lasted a few dozen seconds. After we finished peeping at our teacher's wife, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Later, we enjoyed stealing glances at our teacher's wife even more when we went to the shop; it was the most meaningful "labor class" we had every two months in junior high.

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