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Chapter 233 - My Junior High School Teacher

For the young men in their puberty, the young and beautiful female teachers would always be the focus of everyone's discussion and the object of their thoughts as they hid in their blankets at night.

Today, I heard that there was a young female teacher in the class next to us. My friends and I had already squatted at the entrance of the class to wait for the teacher's arrival.

The boy leaning on the door, his school uniform half pulled back, his slightly permed hair flashing brown in the sunlight, was me. I was the only physical education student in my class.

I don't know what my father was thinking at the time, but he insisted on spending money to send me to the county's key junior high school. As a track and field practitioner, I knew how to run every day.

"Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang, quickly look, teacher is here." Just as I was thinking about where I could go to play games after school, Fatty interrupted my train of thought.

Although Fatty is not a student of sports, he is just like me, unlearned, and relying on his family's daily idleness and power, being the last in the class, even the teachers don't dare to bother about him, because his father is the chief of law enforcement in this county.

Fatty and I focused our gaze on the aisle together. Sure enough, a graceful figure appeared in the distance just like that.

It was a hot day, and in a backward town like ours, we had to rely on cool clothes to keep out the heat. The teacher was wearing a white lace dress today.

The shoulder straps on the upper half of her body were transparent. The pair below was not very big, but it was extremely straight. It completely propped up the lace on her chest, and two small protruding points could be vaguely seen.

The full shape of her body quivered with the movement of her thin clothes. A beautiful curve curved upward under the skirt.

Her long and well-proportioned legs were not wearing stocking s, and her white and tender legs were bare. Her originally not very long skirt became shorter as she walked, almost revealing a small hill.

A pair of soft white shoes, small and cute. The scent of youth permeated her entire body, but the mature charm and twisting waist gave her a kind of tempting power that made people panic.

Fatty and I simultaneously swallowed our saliva. The two of us watched without blinking, the way this teacher walked was extremely beautiful, like a white swan.

Raising his neck and his chest, he walked towards us. At this moment, a school bag suddenly flew out from the place the teacher was heading towards.

Not only teacher, Fatty and I were also shocked. Holy shit, what is this thing?

The oculocele is also a classmate of ours. The reason she is called the oculocele is because he is always silly and only knows how to study and read books. Everyone is laughing at him because she is a bookworm, the Four Eyed Heaven Chicken.

Over time, he gained the nickname oculocele. The oculocele must have been bullied again, because in our class, there are people bullying the oculocele every day.

The oculocele was like a punching bag for everyone. No matter who was in a bad mood, they could always come over and bully him.

But just at this moment, something unexpected happened. The teacher turned around and looked at the situation in the classroom. He actually lowered his body and picked up oculocele's school bag.

This pick up isn't that important, but Fatty and I are close to bleeding from our noses. When this teacher lowered his head, naturally he pointed his chest at us.

Although this teacher's chest was not big, it was extremely sturdy. With its weight and gravitational force, it directly drooped down to the ground.

Following that beautiful arc, Fatty and I were filled with anticipation. This teacher's chest was extremely white, without any other colours.

Furthermore, above the hemisphere, there was actually no inner garment. Yes, the two small dots that I just vaguely saw were this teacher's Little Strawberry.

This teacher might have felt that it was too hot, to be so bold as to come out without a inner garment, although some magazines previously said that European and American women had long ago abandoned their inner garment clothes and went out on the streets.

However, in a small town like ours, if you don't wear a inner garment and go out, it would be a direct challenge to the traditional ways of etiquette.

I could even see that the teacher's Little Strawberry was rubbing against her chest again and again. Furthermore, by relying on gravity, the teacher's chest had become a perfect drop of water.

Suddenly, I felt the sound of water dripping to the ground. I looked down and saw a bright red liquid flowing on the ground. To my surprise, my nose was bleeding.

Previously, I went to see a Chinese doctor. That old Chinese doctor told me that my masculinity is very strong, so I try not to eat too many nutritious foods. If I'm free, I can also relax a bit.

At that time, I still didn't know what releasing myself meant. I knew that I met Fatty in junior high school.

However, although I knew about it, I wasn't intoxicated by it because I knew that this kind of happiness that didn't require one to put in effort would definitely be very harmful to one's body.

The fact that I had just learned how to release myself proved that I was right. I was also extremely intoxicated by this method of self-release.

Every time he released his true self, it was like he was struck by lightning. His body could not help but tremble as if he was unable to control himself, as if he had returned to nature.

However, after a month of continuously releasing myself, my sprint had actually dropped from 12 seconds to 15 seconds. My back and waist were aching from running.

Furthermore, while walking on up the road, he also felt dizzy, as if he couldn't see his own path. There were even several times where he almost bumped into a telephone pole.

Later on, I knew that I shouldn't indulge myself too much. Almost now, I have to maintain the frequency of one or two times a month.

Seeing such a beautiful scene today, I actually had a nosebleed all of a sudden. When I turned around to take a look, I discovered that it wasn't just me who had a nosebleed, even Fatty was also bleeding.

Compared to me, he is way too much. His eyes that are almost squinting to the point of slits don't blink and his mouth doesn't even close. He is constantly drooling and a nosebleed is flowing down his lips to the ground.

"Fatty, Fatty, Fatty, stop fooling around." I immediately pushed Fatty a bit. Fatty also felt that he had lost his composure and quickly used his sleeves to wipe his face.

However, this brush, had actually brushed against my own sleeve. I really couldn't take it anymore, and took a step towards Fatty, afraid that he would rub those things onto my body.

"Xiang Yang, why are you so far away from me?" Fuck, damn fatty, didn't you look at yourself? You're spitting and bleeding from your nose, is that really okay? If this female teacher saw you, I don't even know what she'd think of you. "