A mother who is a Chinese teacher

Nick, a Black international student, has a mother named Meng Yao, who is a lecturer at the Chinese Studies Department of Donghua University, teaching Chinese language and philosophy. The university has many international students from all over the world, and she loves her work. Her father also works at the university, focusing on his studies in a research institute. He's an honest but unromantic man, and the couple used to be very harmonious. However, after her mother transferred to the Chinese Studies Department and interacted with international students, her horizons broadened, and she gradually became distant from her father. We lived in the university's family quarters. After dinner, while her father went to his study, her mother would take me for a walk. The campus was dotted with ponds and gardens, and a gentle breeze would blow in the evening. My mother was somewhat languid, her face bare of makeup, but her hair was neatly combed. She wore a beige floral cheongsam, and although she was wearing slippers, at 1.68 meters tall, she still appeared tall and slender. Her body was full and rounded, more than the cheongsam could conceal; her plump buttocks were round and large, and the lace trim of her triangular underwear peeked out. Occasionally, boys would glance at her with admiration, but my mother simply smiled in the gentle breeze. The boys were all too bold to approach the alluring woman. Ahead, past a peach grove, was a small basketball court. A dark, towering figure came into view—a Black exchange student, about 1.9 meters tall, lean, with bulging, muscular muscles, and stiff, curly hair wrapped in a Nike headband. My mother loved watching boys play basketball, and she stood there watching. The black man threw a beautiful long pitch, and Mom couldn't help but cheer. He finally noticed us, turned around, winked, and smiled at Mom, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth that contrasted beautifully with his dark skin, making him very pleasing to the eye. Mom waved generously. The round basketball rolled out of bounds, seemingly by accident, and landed next to us. The Black man spread his arms wide, wriggling awkwardly, like a comical figure waiting for a ferry. Mom chuckled, bent down to pick up the ball, but it was too heavy for her to throw back into the court. The Black man strode over and cheerfully said, "Sorry, I'm just too lazy." He then fell silent, exchanging a brief glance before narrowing his eyes and defining, "Actually, I wanted to see how you throw the ball; it must be beautiful." "Thank you, your Chinese is really good, but," Mom blushed slightly, "but you're a bit slick." "I haven't learned the idiom 'slick,' can you teach me?" "Can I leave my name? My name is Nick, I'm a new international student." "No wonder I haven't seen you before. My name is Meng Yao, you'll see me again soon." Mom smiled mysteriously, wiggled her hips, and said, "Xiao Jun, that's enough for today's walk. Let's go home." Strangely, on the way back, Mom had a blush on her face, like the sunset but not quite, and she was softly humming a folk song. I still wanted to play, but Mom went home first. I ran back to the basketball court; the sun had already set. Nick and his friends had stopped playing and were sitting by the bushes drinking cola. I was a little curious; they might comment on my mom. I ran behind them to eavesdrop, not very politely. Nick said, "That girl was really nice, kind of like your actress Fan Bingbing, so fair-skinned and full-figured. I can't believe her son is so grown up. Her name is Meng Yao, a lecturer at the Chinese Studies Institute. She said you'll see her again soon." "Great! It's an honor to have chosen to study at Donghua University." "Haha, Nick, don't get too excited. She has a husband and son." "Yeah, a Chinese woman who's had children. No wonder her full buttocks are so alluring. I haven't dated any of them yet." "Hey, you already have three women, aren't you tired of it?" "Haha, Chinese women are the cutest female animals on earth, why would I be tired of it? Besides, she's the first one with a husband." "Sigh, you black people in China are so annoying, it's making us almost single. By the way, I like that Eastern European girl Mary, when are you taking me to the international student dorm?""This weekend is the opening party. If you come with me, you can get in, but," Nick hesitated for a moment, "there's a condition, though. You have to bring Meng Yao with you. She's a lecturer at the Chinese Academy; you can just invite her directly." Heh, I want to make a surprise appearance. Not knowing what Nick meant, I stopped listening to their other conversations and became curious about how Nick would make his surprise appearance. Would Mom go to the party? I decided to follow him this weekend. That evening, the atmosphere at home was unexpectedly warm. Unexpected because Mom had been somewhat indifferent to Dad lately, but tonight she baked a cake, took out imported red wine, and presented it to Dad on a delicate nanmu wood plate. Dad looked up, unable to believe what he saw of his wife. Besides the fine wine and food, she was standing before him in a sexy pink nightgown. He took off his thick glasses, rubbed his eye bags, still seemingly unable to believe it. His dry throat swelled, and he forced out, "Yaoyao, are you...are you alright today?" Mom gave Dad a coquettish look, her hips swaying as she swayed, refusing to let me look any longer. I could only listen, pressed against the door. Yaoyao, did I do something wrong? You...you shouldn't be like this. "Dad (almost trembling as he spoke), I chuckled inwardly. Dad is honest, Mom is reserved. Dad often makes mistakes, and Mom doesn't get angry directly, but uses all sorts of tricks to tease him. This time, Dad thought the same way. Silly husband, you haven't made a mistake in a long time, so I'm rewarding you." "But, this, this." "What is this? You're always reading and studying, we should enjoy life too, otherwise we'll become bookworms." "Yaoyao, when did you buy such a sexy nightgown?" "To surprise you, come on, cheers, then feed me cake." "Oh dear, so clumsy, you've smeared cream all over my ear." "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, you know I can't drink, I get dizzy as soon as I touch it." You're such a pale-faced scholar, no spirit at all. You're not allowed to get drunk today, I still want to do that." "Then let's do it." "No, you should hold me and listen to Spanish love songs first, that'll be more romantic. Ah, ah, Yaoyao, you're so amazing today, I'm almost there." "Good husband, wait a little longer, let me get there too." "Ah, I came." Dad couldn't wait for Mom, sighed, and said, "I'm here." Mom also sighed softly. "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I can't drink." "Isn't it the same if you don't drink? Foreigners say red wine can enhance sexual desire." "Yaoyao, how about I try it after the effects of the alcohol wear off?" "Okay, go to sleep. I'm tired." The bedroom light went out. Mom said she was tired, but gradually, Dad's soft snoring could be heard. Mom tossed and turned, the blankets and sheets rustling. Summer vacation was coming to an end, the new semester was about to begin, and Mom was busy. She came home from get off work on Friday, rushed to cook, and didn't even eat. She looked at Dad and said, "Old Liu, the Chinese Academy is having a welcome party for the new semester, and the students invited me. Are you going to let me go?" Dad had been working at his desk for many years, and now that he was over 30, his back was a little hunched, so Mom jokingly called him Old Liu. "The students are asking, so let's go. Good teacher-student relationships are good for our work." Dad said without hesitation. "I'll be busy this new semester and won't be able to stay home as much as possible to take care of you and our son. Oh, it's nothing. The department just nominated you for associate professor, so it's only right that you do your best. I support you. My husband is so good." Mom's gaze softened suddenly. She had changed her clothes sometime earlier, bent down to kiss Dad on the cheek, put on her high heels, and shuffled out the door. She seemed to have forgotten her phone. "Dad, Mom forgot her phone." "Oh, she always has her phone with her. Why don't you bring it to her? She hasn't gone far." "I just finished eating and was too lazy to move," she asked curiously. "Dad, there's a TV called a cell phone. Aren't you curious about Mom's private cell phone?" "You little rascal," Dad chuckled, "Don't joke around. Why would I want to watch that? From now on, you won't be allowed to watch TV after 10 pm." I'll still deliver the things to my mom as usual. She uses her phone as a phone, and if she can't find it later, I'll have to do the splits. "So I leisurely went out, heading towards the international student dormitory. I know the university's roads best, so I took a shortcut to the gate, but the stern-faced auntie guarding the entrance stopped me. 'Whose kid is this? This is the foreign student dormitory, you can't just walk in like that.'" The so-called foreign student dormitory is just the dormitories for international students. Except for women, anyone else has to be questioned repeatedly with a stern face, as if it's not Chinese territory. I wonder if other universities in China are like this, all set by a bunch of foreign-worshipping school leaders. I ignored her and simply walked around to the back of the building. I knew there was a small door in the backyard, the lock was rusted and broken, I could squeeze it open, but a child's strength wasn't enough. Just then, I saw Erpang from afar. Erpang is my neighbor, the same age as me, and a good friend I played with all the time. This kid was sitting in front of an ice cream stand, enjoying a strawberry milk ice cream. I gave him a push on the back. "You're such a glutton!" Erpang turned around and saw it was me. He smiled憨厚ly. "Hehe." "Hurry up and finish eating. Come on, let's go play in the international student dormitory." "But they don't let us in. I'm scared." "I know the back door. They have cheese, sausages, and pizza. They're all good stuff for foreigners." When Erpang heard me say that, he wiped his mouth and itched. We quickly returned to the back door of the international student dormitory. Erpang was strong, and with our combined strength, the iron door clattered open. Shortly after entering, Xinlangling felt a thrill, like she was scouting ahead. She decided not to give her phone to her mother yet, but to see what they were doing. "Shh, keep your voice down, don't let her find out," I said, pressing Erpang down. We crouched behind a large flowerpot, and through the clear glass window, we could see my mother and several international students sitting around, chatting amicably. There were both boys and girls among the students, but more boys than girls. The guy playing basketball was sitting opposite the Eastern European girl, the only Chinese boy there, with a black man next to him, though Nick was nowhere to be seen. The party buffet hadn't started yet; we could sneak in after they finished their dance. I told Erpang that he was clearly attracted to the food on the white tablecloth. What attracted me, however, was my mother. She was wearing a white dress today, looking several years younger, possessing both the composure of a female teacher and a touch of pure elegance. Of course, I couldn't hear a word she was saying, but she was the center of the conversation. Soon, many Chinese girls arrived, from the foreign language department, and the atmosphere became lively. The dance and buffet started, the lights dimmed, and Erpang and I finally got our chance. We went through a small door in the large restaurant kitchen and entered the party hall. It was crowded and chaotic. Erpang was busy eating, while I slipped behind my mother's sofa and squatted down; surprisingly, no one noticed me. The music at the dance party became increasingly lively. A Brazilian man came over and invited my mother to dance. The Latin-style dancing was very physically demanding, and although my mother was panting, she was very happy. She sat back down on the sofa, and the Brazilian man followed. "Ms. Meng Yao, let's drink red wine." He opened a bottle, exchanged it for two dry glasses, filled them without hesitation, and held them up, saying, "..." "Teacher, you just asked me why I chose to study in China. It's because I love Chinese girls. Every one of them is as beautiful as you. Come on, let's toast to beautiful China!" "Hehe, thank you for your praise. You Brazilians are just so enthusiastic and outgoing." Glasses clinked, and Mom downed her drink in one gulp. Suddenly, all the lights went out. Erpang was about to scream, but I quickly covered his mouth. In the darkness, a voice came from the main room, "Don't panic, everyone. The lights were intentionally switched off. Now, for the first game tonight, it's called 'Recognizing Women by Their Scent.'" ∥遥幸桓龉娑ㄊ牵诎敫鲂∈蹦冢荒芴瑁豢瞬患拔誓闶撬ｑ《ㄖ螅叫∥乙奖沁诺淖雷颖摺？ 坪笪蘼鄱源恚饺硕际墙裢淼耐姘椋ー渭雍竺娴挠蜗贰?《缘娜说比换褂屑谓薄！ ∷桨玫娜耍俏嘶钇梅瘴у年用捣ǎ啥岳锞s姓庵致业阍а斓挠蜗罚苁苡印！ ∫衾窒炱穑∈撬到羁钐灰孜璧那樱兰泼扛瞿惺慷荚は孕《艘桓瞿勘昙掷锍肿啪婆疲诤谝跤粞肱颂瑁课排绫瞧幢嫒稀u饷搓用恋挠蜗仿杪璧谝淮尾渭樱夤丝刹还苣闶铲薹笥蟹颍杰枰膊豱瞬患岸惚埽坪跄芨写ジ腥旧仙撤⑸媳ヂ耐尾恐匾梦⑽⒉丁！ [The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or garbled document. A direct translation isn't meaningful as it lacks coherent meaning. It seems to be a mix of Chinese characters, possibly related to a dance, a woman, and her husband. A more accurate translation would require understanding the context and intended meaning.]The man tried to say something, but was pushed aside by another person. The mother still refused. Compared to those vibrant and charming English major female students, Mom's popularity was in no way inferior; several men were crowding around her. She consistently refused, and I thought that Mom, after all, was a Chinese woman, and they were all her own students; turning on the lights would be too embarrassing. "Have you all made your choices? We'll turn on the lights in five minutes," the host urged. Mom seemed determined not to choose, and the men reluctantly left. A girl walked over and whispered, "Teacher, is that you?" "Ah, your voice, you're Mary." Mom had been chatting with Mary and could recognize her voice. "Hehe, seeing everyone crowding around you and being rejected, I guessed you were Teacher Meng Yao." "No, I'm not that popular. Besides, I'm not suited for this game. By the way, Mary, where's your partner?" "Sigh, all the men were snatched up by the Chinese girls; no one chose me." "Ah, Mary, don't be sad. There are actually more girls than boys today." Just then, the host, adept at handling the situation, seized the opportunity to announce, "..." Today is the Chinese Academy's new semester dance party, a clash between Western enthusiasm and Eastern reserve. The games are meant to be relaxed, and to help with quick pairings, there's a rule: once the lights are on, the single person has to pay for all the red wine. These vintage wines are quite expensive! "Oh, really?" Mom said softly. "Really, teacher, I don't want to pay!" Mary said. "Sigh, looks like there's no way around it. I didn't expect a new semester party to have so many rules." "By the way, it doesn't seem to emphasize that it has to be a pair of opposite sexes. There are more girls than boys anyway, so why don't we go together, teacher? My seat is at table number 3, you're third from the door." With that, Mary took off, disappearing without a trace. Mom thought it over; being alone wasn't good, so even if it was to help Mary, she'd go to table number 3. By the faint starlight, she found table number 3... At table number [number missing], Mom sat down, and I, of course, followed behind the sofa. Mom was looking for Mary when suddenly a small lamp in the center of the table lit up, just bright enough to see the person sitting next to her. Ah—, Mom gasped. A strong chest, dark, shiny skin, a bright smile, and pearly white teeth—sitting beside her waiting for her was Nick. Nick leaned in and gently kissed Mom's lips. "To follow the rules of the game, you have to kiss your sweetheart's lips." "You, why the sudden attack? And where's Mary? You lied to me." Mom was caught off guard. Although the kiss was light, she looked flustered and her words were incoherent. I knew this game was going too far for a married Chinese woman, but without Mary's help, how could Teacher Meng Yao sit next to me? "You, we've only met twice. And I'm your teacher." "That's right, God let me meet such a beautiful and charming Chinese teacher. I fell in love at first sight." He took his mother's hand, but she pulled away. She seemed quite indignant at the stolen kiss; it was probably the first time she'd been kissed by a man besides her father, even if it was stolen. "Nick, don't do that. I have a husband, you know that. This party isn't suitable for you, sir. I need to go home." "Sir, please, if you leave, everyone will laugh at me when the lights come on." Nick pleaded earnestly. His mother's heart softened; she said she wanted to go home, but her words were stubborn and angry, blaming Nick for being so frivolous. "Sir, I'll be good, I won't do anything rude again." "Okay, but when the lights come on, you have to explain to everyone that you tricked me into coming." His mother wouldn't let it go. Finally, the lights in the hall came on, and Nick was the first to stand up and say, "Tonight's crown belongs to me, because I tricked the most beautiful Mr. Meng Yao." He made a funny face, which made everyone burst into laughter. Mom was amused too and gently punched him with her little fist. I looked into the distance and saw that Mary and the Chinese boy had already paired up, and everyone else had found their partners. The atmosphere at the dance was even more lively. Looking back, I noticed that Erpang had disappeared sometime earlier. I decided to stop spying and went to look for him. The kid was hiding in the kitchen, sneaking a bite to eat. I said, "Xiaojun, you're acting strange. Why aren't you talking to your mother? You're hiding around." "What do you know? By the way, where's your mom? She's also from the Chinese Studies Department. Why didn't she come?" "How should I know? She's busy. Your mom is quite pretty too. Don't you care about her?" "I don't understand what you're saying. But spying like this is quite exciting." "Erpang, there's too much you don't understand about adult matters. You should observe more with me in the future." With that, we left the international student building and went home. Mom came back around 11 p.m., having had a great time. I became more cautious and stole her phone's PIN before giving it to her."I don't understand what you're saying. But spying like this is pretty exciting." "Erpang, there's too much you don't understand about adult matters. You'll have to observe more with me in the future." With that, we left the international student dormitory and went home. My mother came back around 11 p.m., having had a great time. I became suspicious and stole her phone's PIN before giving it to her."I don't understand what you're saying. But spying like this is pretty exciting." "Erpang, there's too much you don't understand about adult matters. You'll have to observe more with me in the future." With that, we left the international student dormitory and went home. My mother came back around 11 p.m., having had a great time. I became suspicious and stole her phone's PIN before giving it to her.

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