Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

After two classes.

Tang Yisheng gave up the idea of ​​buying a set of second-hand senior high school textbooks.

In a classroom of 71 students, probably less than a third of the textbooks are fully functional.

There was no broadcast gymnastics during the long break. Tang Yisheng went to the toilet in a corner of the playground. Several students squatting in the toilet were holding pages torn from their textbooks.

Knowledge is priceless, but the paper that carries that knowledge has a price, and it's not expensive.

It's usable for wiping your bottom.

The third lesson is English.

Tang Yisheng's boredom was tempered with a hint of anticipation.

After all, Teacher Han Chunlan has a pretty good image.

"Tang Yisheng?"

He had just come out of the outhouse and was walking on the rubber track when he heard someone calling him from near the goal.

"Zhao Tiejun?"

The youngest son of Zhao's Deli is also a student at No. 3 Middle School.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Tiejun tossed his water bottle onto the grass, casually peeled the towel hanging on the goalpost, and ran over while wiping himself.

Tang Yisheng noticed that Zhao Tiejun was still wearing soccer cleats, and there were protective plates inserted into his socks.

"Wow, that's pretty professional."

"Of course! I'm a key player on the school soccer team now. What brings you back?"

"I went to your house yesterday, but your mom said you weren't home, so I bought some ham and pig's trotters to take home."

"Oh, that was you yesterday? Oh, my mom forgot your name. I had so many elementary school classmates, I was trying to figure out which one it was."

"I'm in Class 2, shall we walk home together after school at noon?"

"Wait for me after school, I'll call you."

When acquaintances meet, there is no awkwardness whatsoever; they naturally become harmonious.

Pure feelings without any ulterior motives are hard to maintain after high school.

The friendships formed with elementary school classmates tend to have a longer shelf life.

Back in the classroom.

The English teacher was already seated on the podium.

A stack of test papers was also placed on one side of the podium.

Although Tang Yisheng only attended two classes, he had a general understanding of the teaching plan for the third year of vocational high school.

The school bell rang.

Suddenly, everyone in the classroom sat up straight and became alert.

The male students, in particular, stared intently at the podium without blinking.

The English teacher has a high level of teaching ability and can make learning fun.

Or……

Tang Yisheng had seen photos of Han Chunlan and had also seen her profile in person.

To be honest, I didn't feel much.

She's only moderately attractive.

Why do these greenhorns see her like a beautiful movie star?

Is she really that pretty?

Tang Yisheng was very suspicious.

Teacher Han stood up, picked up the test papers, and began distributing them.

"Write your name first. Leave the questions you don't know blank for now. Don't fill in anything randomly. We'll go over them together later."

While giving her hair curlers, Teacher Han gave her instructions.

It looks like it's all done properly, not perfunctory, quite serious.

Han Chunlan took the test papers and started distributing them from the side closest to the aisle.

Tang Yisheng was in the last row. When the papers were handed out to the first two or three rows, the two classmates next to him, who had always been passionate about studying biology, especially maternal gender, started staring intently at them.

Tang Yisheng even heard several sounds of swallowing saliva next to him.

What happened?

Tang Yisheng was puzzled, but when Teacher Han Chunlan finished handing out the test papers and turned to hand them out to the next row, Tang Yisheng finally understood.

White pants and sneakers, but she wore dark-colored three-legged cat-themed clothes.

How could you not be welcomed if you showed off in front of a group of innocent, budding teenagers?

No wonder the classroom order is so neat and uniform.

In a class of 71 students, there were only 19 girls; the rest were all hot-blooded young men.

Doesn't Teacher Han Chunlan know this herself?

Or was she doing it on purpose?

Is this too much of a sacrifice for classroom order?

Tang Yisheng thought disdainfully, his eyes following the movement of the two pert little buttocks.

He wasn't a womanizer; he was simply critically researching.

We need to consider whether Teacher Han did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Hmm, if you swapped the sneakers for stilettos and paired them with black stockings with lace trim...

Suck.

Tang Yisheng turned slightly to the side, facing inward.

The object was too big; I was afraid the two guys next to me would feel inferior after seeing its protruding shape.

The first two classes were either filled with enthusiastic discussions or shameless boasting.

Tang Yisheng had heard most of it even though he didn't want to.

no way.

Even though the classroom was noisy, they couldn't resist being so close together.

You can't avoid listening even if you want to.

Trial curling complete.

Teacher Han returned to the podium.

"You have half an hour to do the questions. We'll go over the answers in the next class."

As soon as Ms. Han sat down, the allure of the beautiful teacher was blocked by the podium, and the students' excitement suddenly dropped several degrees.

Some were writing with their heads down, some were taking a nap on their desks, and some were hunched over, cocooning between the desk and the chair.

A bunch of trash!

Tang Yisheng curled his lip in disdain, straightened his back, and stared intently at the podium.

After walking around the classroom, Ms. Han was probably a little hot, so she unbuttoned a button on her collar.

Although her bottom was small and delicate, her rice bowl was surprisingly full.

If it weren't for the outline of Teacher Han's ribs being drawn by the edge of the podium, Tang Yisheng wouldn't have noticed.

He gradually understood why everyone was so focused on English class.

If one were unaware of the purpose of establishing the senior class at No. 3 High School and the origins of its students, one might guess, based solely on the orderliness of the English classroom and the students' level of focus, that more than half of the 71 students huddled here are top students.

Of course.

Focus also has its time limit.

Especially after the beauty was concealed, the classroom couldn't even last twenty minutes before a little buzzing of idle chatter and whispering resumed.

Teacher Han smoothed her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

The delicate earlobes, with alluring pink earlobes adorned with emerald green earrings, are exceptionally captivating.

She stood up and began to patrol the classroom, occasionally leaning half her body into the edge of a desk, as if checking the test papers of the students on the inside.

But what is the reality?

This posture will alert the students whose desk edges are being eroded by Teacher Han's lower abdomen. They will feel both fear and secret joy. Although they will hold their breath, their breathing will become heavier and deeper once Teacher Han leaves.

Tang Yisheng witnessed it firsthand.

Because the two guys in the last row next to him are probably the loudest chatterers in the class.

Teacher Han bent down and glanced at the student's paper on the inside, which made the student's deskmate very happy, and Tang Yisheng was also forced to benefit from it.

why?

Teacher Han leaned over the edge of the table, making her buttocks stick out even more.

The white trousers were almost clinging to his body, and Tang Yisheng could even see the stitching on the edges of the three-legged trousers clearly.

Her skin was white with a hint of pink.

It gives you a strong urge to reach out and grab it.

Tang Yisheng endured it again and again, and finally managed to hold back.

But Tang Yisheng was also deeply moved by Teacher Han's spirit of not being afraid to sacrifice for education.

She clearly pays more attention to the noisiest areas in the classroom; she only goes near the noisiest places to retaliate.

Tang Yisheng stretched his neck and took a deep breath.

Beyond visual critique, he also wanted to continue exploring, to "smell the aroma," to see if Teacher Han possessed "a perfect combination of color, aroma, and flavor."

The answer is yes.

A delicate and subtle rosemary scent.

Tang Yisheng seemed quite intoxicated by the smell.

I couldn't resist taking a couple more puffs; it was a bit addictive.

Then, I opened my eyes.

He met a pair of embarrassed and annoyed eyes.