Teachers who look like students

Before I knew it, a semester had passed, and the workload for the next semester was even heavier. In particular, private schools often start teaching new subjects a semester early in order to catch up with the curriculum. While other students were worried about the heavy workload, I was actually happy about the next physics and chemistry class because it was a new subject, which meant that there would be a new teacher when I returned!
"Ding...ding...ding..."
The school bell rang, and a girl walked in. I looked at her with confusion. She was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a pink dress and a pair of very tight jeans, a rather stylish outfit, but it couldn't hide her full figure, which was even more eye-catching under the tight clothes. Could she be our physics and chemistry teacher? Although she looked beautiful and tall, especially with her long hair flowing down her shoulders and her bright eyes, she certainly had a certain presence. However, if you looked closely at her fair face, her dark eyes and thin lips made her look so young, as if she were just a student like us, or at most a female college student. How could she be our teacher?
"Hello everyone! I'm your physics and chemistry teacher, Han Yingtao. I just graduated from university this year, and I'm very fortunate to have been accepted as a substitute teacher here. I will be here for a year of training. Since this is my first time teaching, I hope you all will cooperate with me."
Because physics and chemistry are new subjects, everyone is having a hard time adapting. After the first monthly exam, everyone's scores were generally poor, and mine was even worse. If it weren't for the multiple-choice questions, I would definitely have gotten a zero. Under these circumstances, the teacher was naturally very angry and punished us severely. The whole class was filled with groans, and I was the most pitiful. I didn't expect that after the winter break, the teacher still remembered to set my punishment standard at 70 points. This time, my butt was beaten black and blue. The teacher was clearly taking revenge! I really can't swallow this. I'm furious! I can't keep this up any longer. I must expose my tutor's true colors as soon as possible, let this masochist reveal his true nature, and then I'll repay him properly. I've decided to give my tutor a good beating to vent my anger.
Although I'm incredibly angry, the fact remains that I did poorly in physics and chemistry, and I still have to find a solution. Remembering how I learned a lot from visiting my English teacher's house last semester and also got to know my tutor better, I decided to try the same trick again and ask my physics and chemistry teacher for after-school tutoring. After school, I immediately went to my physics and chemistry teacher and pleaded: "Teacher! Today I was punished by the tutor for doing poorly in physics and chemistry. I got the most hit in the whole class, and I need to get 70 points in physics and chemistry to avoid punishment. No matter how hard I try, it's impossible now. Teacher! Please save me!"
"I'm so sorry, Xiaoming, but how can I help you?"
"Can I go to the teacher's house after school to tutor you on things you don't understand?"
"Sure! But I'm often not home! Here's my business card with my phone number and address. Call me before you come to ask if I'm available." "
Oh! Okay, thank you, teacher!"
The next day, I urgently called the physics teacher, but she said she was busy. I had to wait another day. I ended up being ignored every day. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and the physics and chemistry teacher hesitantly said it was due to her tutor's influence that she couldn't tutor me after school, and then hung up. It seems my tutor is behind it all, saying something bad about me behind my back. It seems getting close to the physics and chemistry teachers will be difficult.
Because physics and chemistry... (Still very bad, I gritted my teeth and went directly to the address the physics and chemistry teacher had given me to find her. That's when I learned that the physics and chemistry teacher actually lived in the dormitory. I was told that she lived in the dormitory building, and that's how I ended up finding her.) Dream DoctorOld Age,  worm murmuring τそflowing φ mother examines 洌,  trailing ⒕ bao sprays fragrant and skillful stranger advises 杓 thinks of worms ィ,  ostrich emblem glutinous port proper cheese I Lu loach,  support 苁scabbard τそflowing ω cup correct joy 嗑 rose tomb po egg mulberry〔still  silken wo book rabbit talk 旆ㄖ bright τそflowing ζ green correct skillful south dirty forgiveness?br "Oh! It's nothing! I think Mr. Cui probably thinks you're not working hard enough, and no matter how much he teaches you, it's useless, so he wants me to save time from giving you extra tutoring. But judging from your performance today, you seem to have improved a lot." "
Is that really all? Mr. Cui, please don't hide anything, otherwise I'll never know where I went wrong."
"Hmm! Mr. Cui thinks you have poor character, but you seem quite polite. Do you ever talk back to your tutor?"
"Oh! Maybe so. Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Cui. I will pay more attention in the future!"
It seems the tutor didn't reveal everything. My performance today seems to have slightly made up for the physics and chemistry teacher's bad impression of me. Actually, I don't have much of a chance in the dormitory anyway, so I might as well make a further request to the physics and chemistry teacher: Teacher! I don't want to bother you too often, so how about I ask you to be my family member? I wonder if you have time?
"Um! No, I really don't have time!"
In the end, I had to offer a high price to win over the teacher, but she still refused. Of course, I was angry and started talking back to her: "Teacher! It's all because you don't know how to teach. I can't understand anything you're saying in class, that
's why my grades are so bad." The teacher was so angry that she cried. I panicked and quickly apologized, but she became even sadder, like a scolded little girl, and started sobbing on the table. I quickly patted her shoulder to comfort her: "Teacher! It was my fault for saying the wrong thing, please don't..." I'm keeping it to myself.
Sigh! I didn't expect the school to be so frugal, actually hiring a trainee teacher under the guise of a regular teacher to teach us. It seems they're prioritizing cost-saving over the students' well-being. It looks like we're going to become the new teacher's guinea pigs again. However, younger teachers tend to have more enthusiasm for teaching, so maybe the physics and chemistry teacher can teach me well; it's not certain. As for whether the teacher teaches well or poorly, it seems to have absolutely nothing to do with my grades (because I've started to revert to my old ways, staring blankly at the beautiful girl in front of me the whole class, oblivious to everything else). The constant laws of the universe are none of my concern! I figured even if I didn't understand, the Earth would still rotate, and it wouldn't fall into the sun because of my ignorance, so I continued to fantasize about being a physics and chemistry teacher...
As I spoke, my hands restlessly moved to the teacher's back, gently stroking her smooth back along the thin straps of her bra. My other hand also unconsciously played with the hair on her shoulder. I really wanted to pick up the girl in front of me and comfort her. Supporting her back, which was trembling from sobbing, I carefully lifted the teacher's face. The teacher quickly wiped away her tears, trying to remain calm. I said, "I'm sorry! I lost control of my emotions for a moment, but it's okay now. You can go back now; you don't need to comfort me anymore."
I shyly apologized to the teacher and left the dormitory. I just didn't expect that such a grown-up teacher would react to problems like a little girl. It seems she's a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse, overprotected by her parents when she was a student, never experiencing hardship. Now, stepping out of school, she seems to be under immense pressure. My unreasonable backtalk was the prelude; what follows will surely be a difficult situation for her. Because my physics and chemistry grades kept dropping, my parents asked me what was wrong. I took the opportunity to ask them to find a physics and chemistry teacher to tutor me. Seeing my desire to learn, my parents readily agreed and immediately asked for my contact information. I gave them my physics and chemistry teacher's business card, and they directly called to ask her. After their repeated requests, the physics and chemistry teacher finally agreed to come to my house two hours a week after a marathon conversation.
On her first day, the teacher asked me not to mention her tutoring to other classmates, so that they wouldn't think she was being unfair. I thought it made some sense, so I agreed. With her careful guidance, my physics and chemistry gradually improved. On the other hand, I found myself increasingly attracted to the pure and beautiful girl in front of me.
To catch a glimpse of my teacher more often, I installed a hidden camera in my room, recording her diligently teaching me. Driven by curiosity, I even hid a pinhole camera under my desk to peek under her skirt. Each lesson was a struggle of seeing but not touching, driving me to unbearable itch. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and bought a bottle of sleeping pills from the pharmacy, preparing to take advantage of my teacher. She
picked up a cup and took a sip. My heart pounded. Things were going so smoothly! Now all that was left was to wait for her to faint! Throughout the lesson, the teacher drank quite a bit at my prompting. I continuously observed the teacher's reaction, and so it went until the end of class.
When the teacher arrived, I politely offered him a glass of orange juice, though I had secretly given him sleeping pills.
"Teacher! I noticed you haven't been drinking any water. Today it's orange juice; please drink some, otherwise it'll be a waste."

"Thank you! Classmate Xiaoming."
After class, the teacher went home as if nothing had happened. My previously excited little brother suddenly lowered his head to half-mast. It was truly a painful night. How could this be? Did the pharmacy owner cheat me? I picked up the orange juice the teacher hadn't finished to throw away, only to realize that the glass was actually full! The teacher hadn't even drunk a drop, just touched his lips. It seems the tutor must have been the one who was interfering, otherwise the physics and chemistry teacher wouldn't have been so wary of me. Ugh, so painful!
I asked the teacher (the calculation problem) The teacher responded very enthusiastically. Afterwards, I couldn't help but ask the physics and chemistry teacher: "What shortcomings did the tutor point out about me? I hope the teacher can tell me so I can have a chance to repent."
It seemed I had no choice but to resort to the most despicable tactic. The next time I taught class, I hid a pinhole camera in the outhouse, intending to film the teacher's embarrassed expression and then use it to blackmail him, to see what he would do.
Of course, I also had the same ruthless intent: I served him a drugged orange juice and said to him: "Teacher! Why did you drink so little last time? It's such a waste that I had to throw the whole glass away!"
"Oh! Teacher isn't thirsty? Here, Xiaoming, you can have this orange juice."
I had no choice but to drink it during class since the teacher said so. Again, I waited until the end of class, and the teacher just left. I didn't even get to attend class once. Thinking about it, that makes sense; how could I have gone to class if I hadn't even drunk a drop of water! Waaah~ It's so painful! My poor little brother is protesting again, and worst of all, I'm drowsy all night. Just like the old saying goes, harming others harms oneself, and this proves once again that you should listen to the elders! Waaah~ Waaah~ Waaah~

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