C234

Chapter 234 - Exhaustion

"Tsk, and you're still mocking me? Look at yourself, didn't you also have a nosebleed? Even if I were to make a fool of myself, I still have to drag you in." I helplessly turned my head away.

The teacher had already picked up the bag that was thrown outside the classroom, and even personally passed it to oculocele. Fatty and I were already full of jealousy and envy.

When that teacher gave oculocele his bag, Fatty and I clearly saw him wipe that female teacher's hands.

Fatty and I scolded at the same time. This oculocele usually looked cultured and refined, but in reality, she probably thought about it while she was under the blanket. Fatty and I thought about it at the same time.

The teacher felt her hand being groped, but did not pay much attention. In her opinion, these kids were only in their teens and didn't know anything.

"Classmate, what's wrong? Is there something wrong? Why did someone throw your school bag out?" The teacher looked at oculocele with an extremely gentle gaze and even reached out his hand to touch oculocele's head.

Looking at my teacher's soft and white hands, which were as soft as bone, I was so angry that I almost died. I really wished I could stand there and be petted by my teacher's hands.

oculocele also did not dare to look her teacher in the eye. She lowered her head and said, "It's alright, I played the game with myself, and accidentally threw it out." Oh, alright then. You have to be careful when you play games. "

The teacher gently said to oculocele, who also nodded, her face flushed red. It seemed like he was also shy.

However, I suddenly realised that the reason why oculocele was blushing was because she was talking to his teacher. It turned out that his teacher was short and only reached her neck.

When he looked down, he could see his teacher's entire chest. He could see his teacher's fullness and softness, and his chest moved back and forth with each breath he took.

Fuck, this brat, I must teach this brat a lesson later. His guts are getting fatter and fatter, and he dares to take advantage of my teacher.

I don't know what's going on, but I've subtly taken this teacher as my own, even though I don't even know his surname.

"Then if there's nothing else, you can go back." The teacher said to the oculocele, and the teacher also patted his head. Then, he turned around and left, walking towards us.

Fatty and I immediately covered the embarrassment on our faces. After all, we had a nosebleed just now, and the blood on our face was still present. This teacher was just passing by us as he looked at us strangely.

Perhaps they thought it was a little strange that these two students were actually covering their own noses and covering their faces with their sleeves. Could it be that the smell on their bodies was too unpleasant?

Following this teacher's passing, Fatty and I both lowered our heads and saw her ample fart quiver under the wrapping of his dress. Even such a loose dress wouldn't be able to stop this teacher's youthful vigor.

The teacher walked directly into the classroom next to the teacher. The originally noisy classroom instantly became deathly silent. Perhaps the fight had been shocked by the teacher's beauty and figure.

"Damn, if only I was from the class next to me." I silently thought to myself, "To think that even Fatty would mutter some words in his mouth." It would be too refreshing to let my father transfer me to this class. "

I directly gave this Fatty a headache, "Stinking brat, you think about it well. If you go over, what should I do in this class by myself?"

"Boss, I was just casually saying that. Why did you make a move? I'm going to die from the pain." Fatty rubbed his skull, and said with grievance.

"My dad finally managed to get me into this school and even entered the Important Class. How could he possibly transfer me to the Parallel Class?" Tsk, you really have no ambition. What's so good about the Important Class? Look at the girls in our class, none of them are good-looking.

I told Fatty, this was indeed my own true thoughts. I don't know why, but it was probably because girls who studied well didn't care about dressing up, but our class was a priority class, and all the girls in our class had very good grades.

However, the result of learning well was that they did not pay attention to their clothes and attire. One could often see that the hair was very oily, as if it had not been washed for a few days.

Besides, our school requires all girls to have short hair, no eyebrows in the front, no ears in the back, and everyone has the same hairstyle, so it is impossible to tell which one is pretty and which is not.

Normally, everyone wore school uniforms and they were very loose, so it was impossible to tell which one had a good figure. Even on such a hot day, many girls still wore school uniforms.

Afraid that others would see how their flowers were developing, I was also very speechless about this. I could only occasionally see pictures of beauties in magazines and online to satisfy my sexual fantasies.

Now that such a beautiful female teacher had come to class, everyone was naturally very curious and fresh. It was no wonder that the moment the teacher had entered, the entire room fell silent.

Just when I was thinking about how big the chest area of this teacher is, the bell for class interrupted my thoughts. There are only ten minutes left in the classroom, and now I have to go back to class.

This class is a history class, and the one who gave us this history class was an old lady who was retiring soon. This old lady was speaking very slowly, just like a robot.

Furthermore, the tone of her voice was very calm, without any fluctuations. Every time I listened to her lecture, I would feel a little sleepy within five seconds.

Just when I was about to sleep again, I suddenly notice that the girl in front of me had unexpectedly taken off her school uniform today. Perhaps it's too hot, but everyone can't take it anymore.

The girl had probably just finished her exercise, and her entire white T-shirt was soaked in sweat. A faint fragrance wafted out, and an indescribable hormone filled my brain.

This girl is called Wang Shishi, one of the art students in my class. She seems to be a dancer and doesn't usually come to class.

But today, she actually came to class. It was really strange. Due to her dancing skills, Wang Shishi had a slim figure and a perfect curve on her back.

Due to dancing, she usually wore clothes that matched her attire and didn't wear the inner garment s that a normal girl wore. She was currently lying down on the table to sleep, and her entire back was revealed in front of me.

Looking at her back that didn't have a trace of fat on it, I unexpectedly had a physiological reaction and raised my head up little by little.

"Well," I said to the woman, and if this didn't work out, I was really at my wit's end, and had made up such a story with all my imagination.