[Urban] Campus Maple Leaves Red (Complete) - 5

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: When There's No Road (1)

In the afternoon, the girls didn't have to go to training, and Principal Li didn't have any classes either. Principal Li and the girls spent the whole afternoon in this dormitory.

The girls were all drowsy and asleep. Principal Li gently got up, kissed each of their faces, put on his clothes, and came out of the girls' dormitory.

This was the deepest part of the campus, with four rows of tall maple trees forming a natural barrier. Apart from Xie Xin and two female teachers who didn't often stay at school, even the other female students living in the front row separated by the four rows of maple trees rarely came here.

Xie Xin wasn't at school today, and neither were the two female teachers who lived with her. It was unclear whether Heaven had given Principal Li such a rare opportunity or if Heaven had dug a huge trap and buried him in it.

Today's events were different from what had happened between him, Xie Xin, and Tie Yi. There were too many sensitive and complicated things involved, making Principal Li dare not and could not make a rash decision. Moreover, he didn't know what kind of decision to make to resolve this matter. Now he only had one path: to rack his brains and come up with a proper solution.

"Principal Li—"

In the school, only Tian Rong still addressed him that way, and it was this call that made the pensive Principal Li stop his aimless wandering.

"Secretary Tian, what can I do for you?"

Looking at Tian Rong standing in front of the teaching building, Li Feng asked as he walked towards her.

"Principal Li, Xie Xin just called and said she won't be back until tomorrow. She wants you and Coach Han to lead the team in training first."

After relaying Xie Xin's message, Tian Rong took out her phone and said to Principal Li, "Another call came to your office looking for you. I couldn't find you, so I wrote down the number. Do you think you should call her back?" Nodding to indicate that

he understood Xie Xin's intention, Principal Li took the phone from Tian Rong and looked at the number she had written down. Knowing it was Fei'er's number, he gestured for Tian Rong to call him back.

With a light press of the green dial button on the phone, and hearing the dial tone, Tian Rong handed the phone back to Principal Li. Watching Principal Li turn around to listen to the phone, Tian Rong shook her head vigorously.

Indeed, in this day and age, a school principal doesn't know how to use a cell phone? Isn't that a bit of a joke? Or is this principal from the Stone Age? Regardless of the unbelievable explanation, this man stood before her, and whether he asked her to help him dial the phone or took the phone from her hand, he showed no awkwardness or inferiority.

He faced everything so naturally. What kind of person is someone with such a mindset in real life? Watching Principal Li return the phone, say thank you, and turn to leave, Tian Rong couldn't help but think.

Aside from the pent-up desires his grandfather had instilled in him since childhood, Principal Li was remarkably indifferent to everything else.

When he worked as a union propaganda officer at the aluminum factory, Principal Li was a qualified propagandist. Later, he was seconded to the military region to teach at a primary school, where he remained a teacher for fifteen years. Upon arriving at the Adult Education Admissions Office, he found himself with a much more relaxed schedule, as each of the three deputy directors had taken on a different responsibility.

He didn't reject what he had in life, nor did he crave what he didn't. This attitude towards life translates into dedication at work. Even when given power, he delegated all responsibilities to those who were truly in charge. His apparent inaction was

, in essence, effective; it's just that this kind of attitude and mindset is less common in today's materialistic society.

Life presents us with so many things we can never possess, and so many more things we can only dream of. Rather than wielding immense power and striving our entire lives to hold onto everything we desire, it's better to do our best and then calmly accept the ebb and flow of life.

After receiving Fei'er's call, Principal Li's previously chaotic mind seemed to suddenly clear up. Yes, at worst, there's nowhere to go, at worst, the sin is unforgivable. As long as one doesn't run away, the mistake ends there. Could something worse happen?

A few students walked towards the school cafeteria. Seeing Zhang Nan coming to get food, Principal Li called her over.

Zhang Nan wasn't among the girls who stayed that afternoon, and Li Feng didn't think about where Zhang Nan and the other girls had gone. Thinking that the girls in the dormitory had all gotten dressed, Principal Li instructed Zhang Nan to get food for the six girls who hadn't gotten up yet and take it to them.

His daughter was in high school at the city's top school, No. 3 Middle School. Because it was inconvenient for her to go home, she lived with her aunt. Except for winter and summer vacations or long holidays, she generally didn't come home on Saturdays and Sundays. Entering his office, Li Feng first called his daughter to inquire about her recent studies, then casually turned on his computer.

The computer in the office was personally assembled by Li Feng, and the initial motivation for assembling it was solely because of a game—a game that forced him to dedicate more than two hours every day to playing for his daughter.

It was a new domestically produced game, designed based on the works of various martial arts novel masters. It had a very inspiring promotional tagline: "In the magnificent world of martial arts, which mountain peak do you want to watch the sunrise from?"

Last summer, his daughter downloaded this game, which was still in testing. She made a promise with her father that she could play it without interfering with her studies.

His daughter's request wasn't unreasonable, so Li Feng readily agreed. However, when his daughter registered with him, she created a male character, specifically the only unaffiliated ranger in the game. When

the daughter chose a male character, her father casually asked her why. She told him she wanted to be a lone swordsman like Fu Hongxue from Gu Long's novels.

Fu Hongxue, a swordsman burdened with hatred in Gu Long's novels, grew up in tragedy. Although he didn't end up like Qiao Feng, he had few admirers.

However, whatever his daughter likes, he'd let her enjoy it; as her father, he'd just sit and watch. It

was his daughter's first time playing a large-scale online game. Although her computer skills were far superior to her father's, some of the game's scenarios still left her flustered.

Seeing his daughter, usually his computer teacher, asking him, an even bigger novice, for help when she was anxious, the father felt a pang of sympathy for her and secretly wanted to lend a hand.

In his fifteen years of teaching (though he taught elementary school), Li Feng's students had gone on to work in many industries, and many of them, even after achieving success, hadn't forgotten him, leaving him their contact information.

Tan Liang, one of Li Feng's students who entered the workforce first, now works as an online game designer. And so, when his daughter got anxious, the father thought of this student.

After contacting Tan Liang and explaining his daughter's situation, Tan Liang immediately assured him on the phone that he would bring his junior colleague out of the game.

The father had just found a solution for his daughter, but school was about to start, and before leaving for class, she entrusted this glorious and arduous task to her father.

When his daughter left for class, the game's public beta period still had two months left. Entrusted with this important task by his daughter, the father had no choice but to follow behind the character his student had created, familiarizing himself with the game for his daughter.

The game's public beta ended, but the daughter hadn't started her vacation yet. So, the father had to use the account his daughter had registered during the public beta to officially register her account. Urged by his daughter's phone call, he began the arduous process of leveling up.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: When There's No Way Out (2)

After completing the system tasks in the game, following the guidance of his student, Li Feng put his game character in the desolate "dead water" area of the game and started leveling up by killing monsters.

This game is different from previous monster-killing and leveling-up games. It uses monster-killing to train the operator's proficiency in the attack techniques they have mastered. When the operator's attack techniques reach a certain level, they can challenge other game characters or accept challenges from others in the game.

Since the various attack methods in the game no longer use turn-based systems, but instead emphasize the operator's proficiency in mastering and applying attack techniques in battle, that is, reaction and operation ability in battle, it is necessary to set up some objects for players to practice. Of course, such practice objects cannot be between players. Because martial arts techniques inevitably involve death and injury, killing one or two people isn't enough to master a skill. If players practiced on each other, the game would be too gory. Therefore, the "monster-hunting" element was a necessary compromise.

Principal Li's student, Tan Liang, seemed omniscient in the game, knowing everything about it: the map, the system quests, the order of practicing techniques, and keyboard tricks. Before this game, Principal Li had only heard of online games but had never played one. Therefore, he never considered why his student, who was guiding him through leveling, was so familiar with a newly released game. Principal Li simply followed his instructions without question.

Tan Liang was one of the game's designers, and the Ranger character Principal Li chose in the game was designed by him. Without violating the "rules," Tan Liang shared everything he could with his teacher.

In Tan Liang's opinion, for someone as inept as his teacher to operate such a highly competitive game, it would be impossible unless his opponent stood still. Otherwise, by the time the teacher reacted, either the opponent would have already killed him, or he wouldn't have even been able to touch a hair on his opponent's head.

Anyway, he had done his best; the outcome depended on his teacher's luck.

After logging off and turning off the computer, it was completely dark outside. After checking the office and teaching buildings, Principal Li said goodbye to the gatekeeper and left the school. Since none of his three women had gone back to their home in the military compound, Principal Li headed towards the dormitory in the aluminum factory's residential area.

Principal Li's dormitory was in the oldest residential area of the aluminum factory, and its once-first-class facilities hadn't declined despite the factory's poor performance; they were still functioning properly. For example, the streetlights in front of Principal Li's dormitory stayed on until midnight every night.

Reaching the dormitory building, a tall figure stood under the streetlight in front of the dormitory door. As soon as Principal Li saw the tall figure from afar, he recognized her as an acquaintance.

Yes, it was Zhang Nan standing under the streetlight. Principal Li was her Chinese teacher in her first-year high school class, and an assistant coach on the school's girls' team. She was a key player on the team, so the teacher and student knew each other very well.

Now that he saw Zhang Nan here, Principal Li immediately understood. Zhang Nan and the other team members knew about what had happened between him and the six female team members that afternoon, but they had all quietly avoided it.

The girls on the team knew about his affair with Fei'er and Xie Xin, except perhaps about his affair with Tie Yi. Zhang Nan must have come here because she knew that Fei'er and Xie Xin wouldn't be here tonight. Principal Li had a rough idea of her purpose in coming to see him at such a sensitive time, given that this team member, whom he and Xie Xin liked and trusted the most, was visiting him.

"Xiao Nan, come upstairs and talk if you need anything."

Seeing Zhang Nan turn around after hearing his footsteps, Principal Li greeted her and invited her upstairs.

Principal Li and Zhang Nan entered the dormitory together after Principal Li opened the door. While Principal Li changed his shoes and coat and poured water for Zhang Nan, Zhang Nan, without any hesitation, began to tour the inner and outer rooms of the dormitory.

"This is much better than the school dormitory. No wonder you don't live at school, Teacher Li,"

Zhang Nan said, taking the water from Principal Li and plopping down on the sofa.

"You know how tight the school dormitory is. I'm just giving up my chance..."

"Tch—the school dormitory is tight, but there's still room for you, right? You, you just want to live comfortably and maybe even find a mistress, that's why you don't live at school. You have the nerve to say you gave up your place! Tell me, who in our school has ever asked you to give up their dormitory?"

It's true, all the school dormitories were arranged by Principal Li himself, and it seems no teacher or student has ever come to him about this. You say you gave up your dormitory? Who would believe that!

Zhang Nan's sharp retort left Principal Li speechless, but Zhang Nan, seemingly oblivious to the situation, continued, "The house here is very nice, I like it a lot, and I'll be living here permanently

from now on." Zhang Nan hadn't mentioned a word about what happened that afternoon, but her current idea of Principal Li's was far more significant than discussing the events in the female team members' dormitory that afternoon. In other words, the dormitory incident of the women's team this afternoon was the main basis for Zhang Nan's idea (now it seems that the element of command was stronger?). It

is something that Zhang Nan implies behind her seemingly calm tone: whether it is feasible or not.

"Teacher Li, you don't need to explain the reason to me, and don't ask me why I live here. Because I don't want to hear your explanation, and I don't want to tell you why. You just need to know that I am going to live here now, and that's all. Okay, I see there is a bathtub here, I'm going to take a bath now."

Zhang Nan calmly finished speaking before Principal Li, and got up and went into the bathroom while humming a song.

Seeing that the sound of rushing water soon came from the bathroom, but the door was still half open, Principal Li shook his head with a bitter smile. After thinking for a while, he calmed down and went to the bedroom to find Xie Xin's pajamas and came to the half-open bathroom door.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: When There is No Way (3)

"Dad, are these towels and shower gel Coach Xie's? I'll use them first!"

Li Feng was about to knock on the half-open bathroom door when Zhang Nan's voice from inside froze him in his tracks.

If Li Feng had just wondered whether Zhang Nan fully knew what happened in the women's team dormitory that afternoon, now, Zhang Nan's "Dad" confirmed all his suspicions and lingering hopes. If Zhang Nan, who wasn't there, knew, then the other girls who weren't there must know too. Because in this world, things that don't need to be kept secret are things no one wants to know; conversely, the more someone tries to keep a secret, the more likely it is to be revealed. It was known to others, and not just one person. The fact that

Zhang Nan came at this time, and with this attitude, meant that, barring unforeseen circumstances, the number of people aware of the afternoon's dormitory incident was limited to these individuals within a certain timeframe.

He was thankful Zhang Nan had come, thankful for giving him time to handle the situation! But for some reason, when Principal Li calmed himself down and knocked on the bathroom door again, he found his palms were drenched in sweat, and his shirt was soaked through and drenched in sweat on his back.

Reaching out to knock on the bathroom door, Li Feng called out to Zhang Nan, who was showering inside: "Zhang Nan..."

Bang! The bathroom door was flung open, silencing Li Feng's words.

Zhang Nan, soaked and dripping with water, stared at Li Feng for a long time before finally slamming down, "You! From now on, you have to call me Xiao Nan, or Nan Nan! But! You absolutely can't call me Zhang Nan anymore!"

With that, she snatched the things from Li Feng's hands, ignoring the stunned Li Feng, and swayed back into the shower.

The bathroom door remained wide open, and Zhang Nan, back under the showerhead, was once again fully exposed to Li Feng.

Water from the showerhead sprayed like beads onto Zhang Nan's shoulders, cascading down her perfect curves. The water, misty on her shoulders, clung to her smooth skin, as if draping her in a shimmering, transparent cloak.

Look? Such beauty is so captivating, so alluring. Shall we go? To so readily desecrate something, even the most beautiful things will wither away, won't they? Perhaps it was just a momentary lapse in attention, or perhaps a long time had passed. As Principal Li, unsure whether to stay or leave, struggled to make a decision, Zhang Nan, who was showering, turned her head and said, "Dad, come in and shower with me."

Whoosh—Principal Li's wooden-stump-like figure vanished from the open bathroom door.

Inside the bathroom, Zhang Nan hummed a song as she dried her hair, comparing two items in front of her.

One was the bathrobe she had just 'snatched' from Principal Li, and the other was the towel that had been lying in the bathroom. She picked up the bathrobe and draped it over herself. It fit well, but something felt off. What was it? Was the bathrobe too long? It just covered her calves. Was the bathrobe made of too much fabric? It didn't even reveal the skin below her neck.

She tossed the unsuitable bathrobe aside and picked up the towel… This seemed just right.

The towel draped around his armpits, wrapping around his chest and shoulders. It was about five inches long from his neck to his armpits, and just past his thighs where it finally covered.

In the bedroom, Principal Li, chased away by Zhang Nan's words, had stumbled in in a panic. Principal Li's dormitory was a one-bedroom apartment. Besides the bedroom and a small kitchen (only big enough for one person to cook, not directly facing the bathroom), the only other room, the living room, faced the bathroom directly.

It's said that when people are afraid, they hide in small spaces; when they are in the open, they stand in open places. But the largest place in Principal Li's dormitory was the bedroom, so why was he here…?

He was lying on his back on the bed, lost in thought.

"Dad, you've been waiting for me in bed!"

Zhang Nan, wrapped in a towel, entered the bedroom and climbed onto the bed next to Li Feng, saying this as she lay down.

Li Feng tried to sit up as soon as Zhang Nan climbed onto the bed, but it seemed that even climbing onto the bed would cause him to lose his balance. He half-fell into Zhang Nan's arms, pressing down on him as he was already half-sitting up, and they lay back down together.

The bath towel wrapped around Zhang Nan's heaving chest looked precariously precarious; even if you didn't move, the towel might fall off, let alone if you moved at all.

Pulled back onto the bed by Zhang Nan, and given the extremely precarious state of the bath towel around Zhang Nan's chest, Principal Li dared not move at all.

Motionless, staring at the floor above him, Principal Li now resembled the figure unearthed from a Han Dynasty tomb, wrapped in a jade burial suit—the only difference being that Principal Li's eyes were still open.

Perhaps the pillow wasn't right? Zhang Nan, who was sharing a pillow with Principal Li, shrank her neck, twisted her body, and pulled Li Feng's arm, which was next to hers, under her neck.

The armpit was comfortable, the shoulder hollows were broad; after some trial and error, Zhang Nan chose the broad shoulder hollows.

Li Feng remained still and silent, and Zhang Nan remained silent and made no big movements. One was testing his patience against the guy in the jade burial suit, the other was saying, "Even if it's an Egyptian pharaoh's mummy, I don't care."

So, while Principal Li remained silent, Zhang Nan inconspicuously raised one hand, his index and middle fingers, like two little elf's feet, alternately skipping along the buttons of Li Feng's shirt, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

A good quality shirt, once buttoned, won't unbutton itself during movement. But even with such a good quality shirt, even someone with the knack could easily unbutton it with just two fingers.

Before the second year of junior high, Zhang Nan's physical development was not outstanding, and he also had many boyish traits. Zhang Nan often wore unisex shirts at home, and the ability to easily unbutton her shirt with a flick of her fingers was a move she had practiced for a long time. However, this cool move became useless in the second semester of her final year of junior high. Certain parts of her body had grown wildly, like leavened bread, making it impossible to button even the top three buttons of a shirt.

Men at home usually unbuttoned their shirts, and if it got hot, they would unbutton the second one.

Li Feng was already hot when Zhang Nan came in, so following this rule, he also unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. With a flick of his long, slender fingers, the third button on Li Feng's shirt opened imperceptibly. Moving down, the fourth button reached his waistband.

It was difficult to flick it smoothly, so what else could he do but do it?

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: When There's No Way Out (4)

Zhang Nan's hands are always cool all year round, so as soon as her hand slipped under Li Feng's shirt that he had just unbuttoned, Li Feng felt it.

Swish—Li Feng's arm was suddenly pulled away from under Zhang Nan's head, and he also jumped up from the bed.

"Dad! Where are you going?"

Zhang Nan, who had also gotten up from the bed, blocked Li Feng, who was about to run away, and asked loudly.

"Dad... I... no... I... that... I... I... I'm going to take a shower." Principal Li was really flustered and incoherent. Taking advantage of Zhang Nan's momentary lapse in attention as she looked at his disheveled appearance, Principal Li disappeared again.

Run! I want to see where you're going! Zhang Nan smiled triumphantly, holding the key to Li Feng's dormitory door in her hand.

Yes, yes, if the lock is locked from the inside with a key, it cannot be opened by hand. "But if you want to get out of the house, it's only three stories high. Are you going to open the window and jump out? Humph! Do you want to break your legs?"

The sound of rushing water entered the bedroom, and Zhang Nan, who was lying on the bed with her legs crossed, smiled even more broadly. Humming an anti-Japanese song, she swung her broadsword at the Japanese devils' heads and opened the bedroom closet.

She picked up the man's pajamas, then put them down; she picked up the man's bathrobe, gestured with it, then threw it back. Finally, she closed the closet door and walked out of the bedroom without taking anything.

"Zhang...Zhang Nan, you...how did you get...in here?"

Seeing Zhang Nan pull open the bathroom door, which had been broken and hadn't been repaired, Li Feng asked in terror, like a little girl taking a bath who had suddenly seen a burly man barging in.

"Have you forgotten what I just told you?"

Zhang Nan questioned the terrified old 'girl' in front of her with a stern voice.

"I...you...I..."

The old 'girl' covered her most private parts with both hands, unable to recall what she had forgotten.

"What did I say to you when you were peeping at me while I was showering?"

Zhang Nan shouted, her expression stern, at the forgetful old 'girl'.

Peeping...peeping? Taking a shower! I told you...

"Zhang..."

Suddenly remembering the request Zhang Nan made to her while she was showering, the old 'girl' had barely uttered the habitual "Zhang" when Zhang Nan glared at her with raised eyebrows, silencing her.

"Nan...Xiao...Xiao Nan, you...you..."

Stared at by Zhang Nan's raised eyebrows, the old 'girl' dared not resist in the slightest, stammering but completely complying with her wishes.

"Hehe..."

Whether it was Nan or Xiao Nan, it wasn't Zhang Nan anymore. Instantly, the frost on Zhang Nan's face thawed, and she laughed, throwing off the towel wrapped around her and coming to Principal Li's showerhead.

"Zhang..."

Before Zhang Nan could even stand beside her, the old 'girl' swallowed the half-spoken "Zhang" back down, and continued, "Xiao...Xiao Nan..."

Zhang Nan reached out, and the old 'girl's" words, which she struggled to finish, were swallowed back down. While adjusting the water temperature, Zhang Nan said to the silent, standing old 'girl,' "Dad, look! I haven't washed properly here. Dad, can you wash me?"

"Dad, I'll scrub your back first, then you scrub mine!"

"Dad..."

Flat, round, and triangular shapes, squares dancing in the air. Dancing back and forth in the fairy cave, water curtains and fragrant grasses swaying gently. It didn't rhyme, and it forgot to rhyme, but it was easy to read and could be further shortened.

"Dad, do you think my breasts are bigger than Coach Xie's?"

While Old Li held the showerhead to wash her body, Zhang Nan cupped one of her breasts in one hand and asked him.

"Little...Nan, you...I...you...Xie..."

Her hand trembled, and before she could finish speaking, the showerhead, which was spraying water onto Zhang Nan's thigh, tilted, and the stream of water sprayed onto her exposed vulva, which was exposed because her legs were half-open.

"Hehe... Dad... Dad, you're so naughty! You sprayed water on my private parts!"

The water sprayed onto her labia, a hot and slightly itchy sensation. Laughing, Zhang Nan no longer cared about her father comparing her breasts to Coach Xie's. She hooked one arm around her father's neck and scolded him for his clumsy touch.

"Little Nan, Dad... no... Coach..."

Old Li finally realized that, whether in front of women or girls, his mouth was as thick as his mother's cotton waistband—thick enough, but also incredibly clumsy.

"Dad, you sprayed water on my private parts, do you like Nan Nan's private parts?"

With her arms wrapped around Old Li's neck, letting her soft breath brush against his face, Zhang Nan asked him.

"Little Nan, Dad... no... I..."

The girl's soft breath, her smooth body, her innocent yet alluring expression made Old Li's thick lips, comparable to his cotton waistband, unable to utter a single word.

"Dad, I love you! I want you!"

Slightly taller than Old Li, Zhang Nan, with her arms wrapped around his neck, could see his expression more clearly. So, Zhang Nan said to him firmly, and slowly pressed her lips, barely touching his, to his.

The girl's lips were cool, soft, and full of elasticity. Such coolness was intoxicating, such softness melted away all barriers, and in that gradually moving elasticity, a man's most primal thrill was ignited from the depths of his heart.

One hand gently supported the back of the girl's head, the other encircled her slender waist, and a deep kiss was given by a man focused on a woman.

At first, the girl took the initiative, but her first kiss with a man's lips constantly reminded her of her inexperience. The man responded with a more skillful and loving kiss.

He guided the girl, teaching her inexperienced lips to intertwine with his lips with theirs. He suckled, letting the girl's soft little tongue lightly touch his large tongue before they began to chase each other.

The girl's breasts, disproportionately large for her age, were so large that Old Li's large hand couldn't completely cover them. The skin of her breasts was so delicate, and their elasticity so firm! One hand wasn't enough, so he used two. When two hands still weren't enough, he slowly lowered his head and licked them repeatedly with his rough, broad tongue.

The girl moaned softly, trembling slightly, her hands unconsciously grasping and kneading the man's neck.

Slowly lifting the girl up, he turned off the still-running showerhead. As Old Li carried the girl out of the bathroom, he took one of her long nipples into his mouth.

The girl cried out, an uncontrollable cry from the man's sucking on her nipple. The girl writhed, the sensation of her nipples being gnawed and bitten by teeth causing her to squirm uncontrollably.

A clean white towel dried the girl and Old Li, leaving only a few drops of water on the bed. Another clean white towel was spread out like a cloud on the bed. At that moment, the girl, whom Old Li had placed on the towel, understood what was about to happen.

A little nervous, a little shy, and with even more anticipation, she embraced the man's deepest kiss.

Old Li's lips moved from the girl's panting mouth. They kissed their way down her smooth neck,

leaving a trail of saliva on her collarbones. Old Li's probing lips then returned to the girl's full breasts. His tongue circled her breasts, his lips sucking on the delicate skin. As the girl trembled, Old Li's tongue tightly gripped her nipple, about the size of a little fingertip. He

had never seen such a long and elastic nipple before. The moment Old Li first saw it, he wanted to keep it in his mouth for the rest of his life.

The areola was a rosy pink, the nipple a tender, bright red. Old Li reluctantly released the nipple from his tongue and moved his kisses down to the girl's lower abdomen.

His tongue and lips gently licked the elastic, smooth belly. Between the girl's legs, which sometimes clenched and sometimes opened, lay thick, neatly trimmed pubic hair, which Old Li buried his face in and rolled around.

The very clean vulva, with drops of vaginal fluid seeping out, also had a slightly fishy smell. At the slightest touch of his fingers, the girl reflexively clamped her legs tightly together.

Old Li parted the girl's tightly closed legs and peered into her pink labia. Smelling the slight fishy smell from her vulva, Old Li's lips slowly took her labia into his mouth.

The girl cried out, her legs contracting and expanding, her hands grabbing and kneading Old Li's head haphazardly. At that moment, Old Li parted the girl's labia with his tongue and licked into her pink vagina.

The vaginal walls were as tender as freshly made tofu, and the clitoris, even with Old Li's nose pressing against it, remained erect and restless. Savoring the vaginal fluid flowing from deep within the girl's vagina, licking the tofu-like walls of her vagina, Old Li slowly lowered himself onto the girl.

Kissing the girl's panting lips, Old Li said, "Xiao Nan, Dad's going in."

"Mmm! Then Dad, please be gentle, it's...it's my first time."

Unlike the shyness of a typical first-timer, Zhang Nan wrapped her arms around Old Li and stated her request. "Good girl, Dad will be gentle, I won't hurt my good girl too much."

As he spoke, Old Li kissed Zhang Nan to distract her, adjusting the angle of his penis as he slowly inserted it into her vagina.

The lubrication was excellent; the girl's vagina, being penetrated by a man for the first time, still felt a little tight. The moment Old Li's penis touched Zhang Nan's hymen, her vagina felt as if it were being torn apart, and tears welled in Zhang Nan's eyes.

Pain was unavoidable, so the only way was to make the pain less intense! So, after his penis pressed firmly against Zhang Nan's hymen, Old Li thrust harder.

"Ah—"

Zhang Nan let out a sharp, short cry, then her whole body stiffened, unable to move.

No matter how painful the moment the hymen was broken, once that hurdle was overcome, everything would be alright.

Zhang Nan pinched her father's back, repeatedly calling him a big bad guy and a stinky dad. Her father, in turn, kissed her little mouth, her earlobe, or touched her breasts and rubbed her nipples, apologizing to his daughter.

After she had pinched and cursed enough, her father kissed her mouth and gently moved his penis, which was inserted into her vagina, in turn.

The daughter frowned, her breath coming in soft hiss as her father kissed her. However, as her father's penis moved faster and faster inside her, the thrusting became more and more intense, and her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her hissing breaths turning into soft moans.

"Good girl, does it still hurt when Daddy fucks you?"

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore, Daddy...you...you...faster! Nannan's...inside...it's itchy!"

"Good girl, then Daddy...Daddy's almost there!"

"Faster...good...good Daddy! Faster...faster...faster...fuck me! Faster...fuck...fuck your daughter! Ah...ah...Daddy...Daddy! Faster...ah! No...ah...Daddy...Daddy...deeper! Too...too deep! Ah...Daddy...Daddy! I...I can't...ah! Ah...no! Daddy...Daddy—"

The girl, being a first-timer, was incredibly sensitive, and with her father's penis being both long and deep, and the attacks so intense, she only stopped for less than ten minutes before going limp in her orgasm.

The girl's vaginal fluid mixed with blood left specks on the white bath towel. Old Li kissed the girl, and then casually pulled a towel to cover them both. Holding the dazed girl, Old Li, who hadn't ejaculated, stared blankly at the dark floorboards.

The criminal law defines sexual assault as the act of using improper means to deceive another person into having sexual relations. There were six girls in the dormitory this afternoon, plus the one currently asleep in his arms, making a total of seven. The criminal law defines what constitutes sexual assault, but it doesn't clearly explain the difference between sexually assaulting six and sexually assaulting seven.

Generally, cases involving three to ten people are considered serious, while those involving more than ten are considered extremely serious. Seven girls fall into the category of serious, and given the national context, serious is one of the standards for severe and swift punishment. What about extremely serious cases? Yes, what are extremely serious cases like to be handled? Are they handled more severely and swiftly?

However, he can only define himself as one of the seven girls, which is still some distance from the threshold for extremely serious. If he includes all the girls on the team in his definition, that's eleven. Eleven is exactly the undisputed starting point for extremely serious cases…

His mind was in turmoil, but with relatively much physical exertion, Principal Li, lost in thought, eventually fell asleep.

There are two months until the senior high school students' college entrance exam, and one month before that, the junior high school students' middle school entrance exam. Unless a middle school is professionally focused on sports, if its students are excellent at basketball but their academic performance is abysmal, while not the absolute worst, it certainly won't be widely accepted.

In the current climate for middle schools, nothing is more convincing than student performance. The 33rd Middle School had a good basketball game, but like the stock market crashing, it plummeted from a high of 6,000 points to a low of 600 points before recovering to 720. Was it a last gasp, a death throes, or a genuine rebound? This college entrance exam and this middle school entrance exam will be the watershed moment.

Principal Li is strict about the school team's training, but he's even stricter about the students' academic performance. There's no fundamental conflict between these two things. As long as you study when you should study, play when you should play, and experience the joy of learning and the happiness of playing, even if you don't ultimately become the most successful person (let's not talk about who the most successful person in the world is—Buddha? A beggar? Or Jesus with a big nose?), at least you've learned how to live.

Principal Li taught elementary school for fifteen years. What made him feel gratified wasn't that his students had become powerful figures, but that he and these growing children had learned how to live together.

Learning how to live isn't difficult in itself; it's simply an attitude towards the many things in life. However, the truly difficult thing in life is precisely this simple attitude—the attitude towards life.

Learning is a part of life. But among people's likes and dislikes, some like it, some don't, and some are somewhere in between. What teachers teach children isn't how to pursue what they like. Because liking something inherently leads to desire, and desire can lead to unscrupulous means. To excessively lecture someone about what they like is worse than adding unnecessary details. Although there are people in this world who are... It's called a four-legged snake.

Teaching children how to deal with things they don't like is more important than helping them pursue what they like. This is what Principal Li has told his students most often, both in elementary and middle schools.

Good students 'like' learning; you just need to clearly explain what they need to master, and they'll work hard on the rest themselves. 'Bad' students don't like learning, but you must tell them what to do about things they don't like. You have to

do things you don't like, just like a lazy person has to hold their nose and wash their smelly feet—no matter how lazy or smelly, you still have to wash them! However

, not all foot washing is the same, even for lazy people. Principal Li's advice to lazy people is: if you want to be even lazier washing your feet in the future, then wash them thoroughly this time. Ensure quality each time you wash them. Even if you're lazy, your feet won't be much dirtier than someone who washes them frequently, because you've ensured quality washing, so there won't be any hard-to-reach areas.

Being a little lazy in class can be remedied, but leaving hard-to-reach areas is truly difficult to fix.

Is it difficult to get children to concentrate during those few tens of minutes in class? Principal Li certainly doesn't think it's too difficult.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 3: When There's No Way Out (5)

The loss of students meant that only three-quarters of the spacious classrooms in the third year of junior high school at No. 33 Middle School were used. As the homeroom teacher, Li Feng was giving the students a twice-weekly learning summary. Two of the four newly assigned college students were also sitting behind the students, listening in.

The two newly assigned college students had heard many things about Principal Li, who was standing on the podium. This principal only had a high school diploma. It is said that due to the special historical reasons of our country, he did not graduate from high school.

Principal Li was originally a worker in an aluminum plant. He was selected by a military officer because of his beautiful calligraphy and was transferred from the aluminum plant to the primary school run by the military region at that time, becoming a teacher with the status of a worker.

This worker from the aluminum factory spent three years being elected as the principal of the military district's primary school. His first act upon assuming the position was to integrate the primary school, which wasn't directly under the jurisdiction of the Beizhen education system, into the system. This meant that, aside from personnel and finances, the military district primary school was synchronized with the education system in all aspects, such as unified enrollment, participation in unified examinations, unified entrance scores, and participation in internal evaluations among schools within the education system.

The military holds a special position in a country, and because of this special status, the former Beizhen Education Bureau had always given the military district primary school preferential treatment, allowing it independent enrollment and lowering its entrance scores. Now that the favored party felt empowered, the Beizhen Education Bureau, which had been frequently criticized by other directly affiliated primary schools for favoring the military district primary school, was happy to go along with it.

Except for independent enrollment, the military district primary school was on the same starting line as other primary schools in Beizhen. It was this unified starting line that allowed the military district primary school to create a legendary success story. Before the implementation of nine-year compulsory education, the military district's primary school consistently ranked first in college entrance examination pass rates. After the implementation of nine-year compulsory education, the military district's primary school consistently ranked at the top in all unified primary school examinations within the Beizhen education

system. As time passed and national reforms deepened, the military district's primary school was finally fully integrated into the Jiangzhong City education system. When the Education Bureau took over the military district's primary school, they discovered a problem while verifying the school's staff: this school, which had consistently achieved remarkable results, only had a vice-principal and no principal.

This was because the principal's affiliation remained with the current aluminum group (formerly the aluminum plant). For years, the military district's primary school, which had independently recruited students, primarily only admitted children of military personnel. The military wouldn't discard this principal who had worked tirelessly for the children of the military compound for over a decade, only to be there to help. When the Education Bureau took over the military district's primary school, the military leaders specifically sought out this principal who had been helping for over a decade.

Faced with the choice of formally entering the education system like everyone else at the school, or returning to the then-booming aluminum group (it's worth noting that even an ordinary employee at the aluminum group earned more than double the local average income), Principal Li, who had already taught at the school for over a decade, chose to formally enter the education system.

However, two years after his choice, and after the military district primary school once again created a two-year miracle in the city, he was transferred from the military district primary school to the city's adult education admissions office to take charge of adult education during a major personnel reshuffle by the Municipal Education Commission.

Creating a miracle in one year might not be too difficult, but to create miracles over twelve years is definitely not something that can be explained by mere chance. During his

seven years of adult education admissions work, Li Feng kept thinking about one question: what kind of junior and senior high school education would make so many people need to go through the motions of obtaining a diploma after adulthood?

Over those seven years, Li Feng read all the junior and senior high school textbooks he could find and studied many examples from renowned teachers on these topics. And when the mood struck him, he would go to the education bureau's research office to listen to the experiences and insights of full-time educators. Furthermore, he also used the guise of the teaching and research office to sit in on classes at several middle schools.

It can be said that in those seven years, Li Feng gained a thorough understanding of the teaching methods for junior and senior high schools, especially the textbooks for each subject. Now, he simply lacks an opportunity to put his knowledge into practice.

At the military district primary school, Li Feng was not only a versatile teacher except for English, but also frequently served as a "firefighter" for students from first to sixth grade. Because there were few teachers at the military district primary school, if one teacher needed to take leave, Li Feng, the principal, would usually be the first to fill in. Now in middle school, Li Feng is still a versatile teacher, but instead of standing on the podium every day to fill in for absent teachers, he focuses more on reviewing and summarizing for the students.

Concentrating on learning is what Mr. Li talks about most of the time. However, getting most of the boys and girls born in the 1990s to concentrate in class requires many techniques. And these techniques cannot be used endlessly. It's like tickling someone's armpit; at first, they'll laugh until tears stream down their face, but if you keep doing it, they might slap you in the face.

The relaxed and enjoyable review session made the two class periods slip by unnoticed. While Mr. Li was shooing away a few students who were still lingering after class, the two future teachers who had observed the class for two periods didn't even bother to say goodbye to their principal before rushing out with the majority of the students. Yes, they were probably spurred on by the pent-up emotions in their bellies.

Math representative Zhang Hao and language arts representative Xing Yueyue were Mr. Li's two biggest headaches because they rarely asked questions about the curriculum; their questions were more about the unknowns in any field of the world.

Mr. Li had already done his best to get his students to focus on understanding the curriculum. Asking them to explore the mysteries of other fields was simply beyond his capabilities!

But, you're a teacher, how can you not answer your students' questions! However, these two little ones were too familiar with Teacher Li, so he didn't care at all. Whenever they came close, he would simply shoo them away.

Perhaps because they were so familiar, the two little ones didn't take Teacher Li's aloofness seriously at all; they were like two little taffys, one blocking and the other pulling, trapping Teacher Li.

Suddenly, a group of children who had just returned to the classroom from the restroom seized the opportunity to surround Teacher Li.

"Teacher Li, you're starting to show favoritism now!"

One of the children spoke up—the class monitor, Bai Xue—her first words were an accusation against Teacher Li. "Yes..."

"Exactly..."

Bai Xue's words immediately resonated with all the children surrounding Teacher Li, and a storm of complaints swept over Teacher Li in the center.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Teacher Li, caught in the eye of the storm, quickly made a stop gesture, trying to buy himself a chance to defend himself.

"Alright, everyone quiet down, let Teacher Li speak for himself."

Bai Xue's words seemed to carry more authority than Teacher Li's. As soon as she spoke, Teacher Li's pause gestures, which had been ineffective for a long time, immediately fell silent.

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