My English teacher was the goddess of the class, and everyone thought she was happy until I discovered her secret.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
I’m 19 years old, an English teacher, 28 years old, and she’s not a teacher, she’s a college graduate in English, and she’s helping us catch up in tutorials.
Her name is Lu Shuqing and she usually wears silk shirts and short skirts, and she has a black silk, a beautiful figure and a beautiful look.
And every time her heels were ringing from outside the classroom, my blood boiled, and at that age, that sound was enough to burst my head.
I know she’s the kind of teacher every teenager wants, the whole class boys are crazy about him. But I’m the only one who knows her secrets, things, from the beginning.
I’m good at high school, and I just passed a line, and I’ve got two copies, and I’ve told my family, so I can choose one.
But actually, it’s a girl who reported there. She said she wanted us to go to the same university in the future.
After volunteering, I’m in happiness, and I know that a wonderful college is waiting for me.
But I didn’t think my dad had an old student in a tutor’s class who was called Chen Kong, aged 50, bald, so greasy he couldn’t eat for half a month.
He analyzed my English short board, and he said, seriously, I could go to 985 schools for a year, just to learn from him. My dad thought about it, forced me to sign up, but I don’t want to go.
Chen Kong looked serious and said, “I have to go to this university, or I will not go to it.” I’m sorry.
Chen Kong frowns: “This child has to fight, and he will be useless.” I’m sorry.
My dad’s in a hurry. Slap me. I’m too skinny.
I was taken by Chen Gang, and I didn’t even take my phone.
I yelled at him 10,000 times. Recently, I was talking to that girl, and he ruined it. I didn’t even have time to write to her!
There was a special college near Chen Kong’s home, where he rented a classroom and dormitories, where he was sent a lot of students because of his remedial course in English, but he said that English was taught by his wife, and that he only occasionally taught us language as a gift.
Here, a militarized administration is in place, getting up at 5:30 a.m., sleeping at 10 p.m., taking a lunch break for an hour, and studying except for food and toilet.
I know that my life is in hell again, and I just feel a little dark, and I miss that girl even more.
But the first day of school, the presence of Chen Kong’s wife, the English teacher, changed everything.
The moment she walked into the classroom, it was bright. No one thought she was so young and pretty and looked 20 years younger than Chen Kong.
After a few words from the road teacher, let us introduce myself. I spoke my name in the first row, and suddenly the road teacher asked, “You’re the boy who went to college for love.” I’m sorry.
That’s the word. It’s full of laughs. I’m blushing.
But I’m not angry, anyone can hear it, and it’s clear from Mr. Lu’s tone that there is appreciation. She and Chen Gang are two people, and she’s very enlightened.
She confessed to us that she was not a teacher, that she was only studying English at the university, that she was teaching people here, but that one day we all felt that she taught us more than enough.
Everyone likes her, and she’s good at dressing, and in my opinion, she’s pure and hymn. And the smell of perfume on her, it’s all the same.
It’s just that, occasionally, we find some bruises on the legs when the road teacher doesn’t wear a stocking.
One time, she leaned down to help her fellow students who were next to me, and I looked at her naked thighs, and she found it, and asked, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, but just cover it up: “Mr. Lu, you have a bruise on your leg. I’m sorry.
The whole class is laughing.
Mr. Lu’s face is red, but he whispers, “Don’t look at it, do it.” I’m sorry.
She then pulled her dress and tried to hide it, but it was not.
After class, some of the boys in the class said, “Doesn’t all the bruises have to be on their knees or on their legs? I’m sorry.
I heard, “What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
“What are you pretending to be? You’re the one who started the game. I’m sorry.
I’m so ashamed of my heart.
After all, she exists to make me feel the only beauty of life.
Especially in the face of Chen Kong’s destruction.
Chen Kong’s grandson is the opposite.
He yelled at us in the name of what was good for us, saying that we were all scums who couldn’t get to a famous school, sometimes in a bad mood, and beat us up.
It was Thursday, when he came in the morning, and he was obviously in a bad mood, but nobody knew why.
He asked us to read the answers behind our backs, to be examined, and I didn’t do it when I did. He grabbed the blackboard and hit me in the face and hit me in the mouth.
I looked at him, but I couldn’t talk.
“When your father hit you, you looked at me like that.” I’m sorry.
“You’re not my father. I’m sorry.
Chen Kong was so angry: “You’re so mean! I’m sorry.
He threw a blackboard rub, grabbed my hair and slapped me.
I’m out, too: “Kill me! I’m sorry.
“Yes! *He didn’t stop, and then I got up, and he threw me in the hallway, and the whole class got scared and looked at me from the window.*
I wanted to fight, but we were used to being beaten up by teachers, and I didn’t dare. When Chen followed me and kicked me again, he suddenly came out of their rented office and stopped him: “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
Chen just grabbed him so hard, he said, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry.
Then his feet were on my belly, and I was strangling, and he was not soft, but he was stomping on me, and suddenly, the road teacher bended over and put Chen on her waist.
I’m sorry.
“Get out of the way! Chen Gang doesn’t feel bad about Mr. Road, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
The teacher stood up with his face covered and he stopped talking.
Chen went back and looked at him, “What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
The classmates were sore, they sat down.
It’s like restoring reason, looking at the road teacher, and saying, “Let’s go home.” I’m sorry.
Then he returned to his office with anger.
I saw the teacher of the road weeping and suffering, trying to comfort her, and I didn’t know what to say. But he rubbed his eyes and touched my head, and whispered, “It’s okay. The teacher will buy you something good, but don’t take it to heart.” I’m sorry.
I’m touched. She’s like this. But I was too weak to say anything, to lift her up, nod her head and go back to the classroom.
The next day, she brought a box of yogurt, and when she looked at her classmates, she slipped it to me.
Gradually, I found a pattern of new bruises on the road teacher every Thursday morning.
Given Chen Kong’s approach that day, I think that most of the injuries on her body were hit by him and that he was violent at home.
Mr. Road is so beautiful, how can he do it? The more I want to be angry, every time I see Chen Kong, I see my enemies.
After more than half a month of study, on vacation, I went home and turned on my phone and tried to contact my favorite girl, but unfortunately she hacked me.
My heart fell to the bottom of the valley, contacted her madly, and asked her to tell her that I had been forced into a tutorial, but she did not respond.
When I returned to the tutorial in the afternoon, I had to take my cell phone with me in secret, but then I waited for three days, and my classmates said that she had not returned any information.
I was particularly upset, thinking about Chen Kong, and I hated him so much.
Just on the fourth night of self-study, a video was sent by my message students when Chen was at work, and I couldn’t stand it, put on my headphones and turned on the video.
I saw the girl that I liked, who took love from one of our class boys in a coffee shop, took his flowers and took his hand!
They declared love.
I know this guy, Sergeant 18, he’s been chasing her for a long time, but she said she liked me better.
I bit my lips in pain and almost bled, but suddenly, “pumpy,” I was slapped in the back and my cell phone was taken from me.
It’s Chen Kong.
He put his hand on me, looked at my phone, understood everything. He laughed and threw it on the floor: “Dog can’t eat shit! I’m sorry.
Then he pushed me forward, and took the whip with his hand, and pulverized me in the back, and I was in shock.
The whole class is looking at me, with pity in their eyes.
Chen kicked my cell phone out of the classroom with one foot: “If anyone ever brings a cell phone, I’ll see one fall!” I’m sorry.
No one dares to speak.
Chen went back to me and said, “You leave school at night, you stay and clean up, and think about all this shit, and I’ll tell your dad to kill you.” I’m sorry.
I want to yell, shoot me! I dare not!
More than a decade of high-pressure education has always made me particularly weak in the face of teacher violence.
Then I was crouched in front of the podium, but I was in a state of discomfort, and Chen Kong was abominable, but the video of the girl holding hands was constantly rekindled in my head, and I cried.
After the evening study, after the class left, I stayed to clean up.
Our blackboard is two layers of push-and-pull, and when I’m done wiping off one side, I walk away, I’m caught in my fingers, and the pain of my heart causes me to bend down in pain, and I can’t stop crying when I remember what I did before.
Nobody’s crying anyway. I’m dying!
She saw me, and she was like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I was too busy to wipe my tears, but the more it dazzled, even my body twitched, and my teacher saw me and touched my head: “Why are you crying? I’m sorry.
Then she saw my tight thumb, and looked at the blackboard, and understood what, and pulled my hand, and blew, “Don’t cry, and the teacher blows for you.” I’m sorry.
I tried to stop crying.
Mr. Road, slap my back like you’ve spoiled a little friend.
Then she said, “It’s okay, it’s over. There’ll be good girls after us. What are you afraid of?” I’m sorry.
When I heard that, I cried harder, and after a long time, I stopped, and I said, “You know, Mr. Lu? I’m sorry.
“He said in his office. You don’t know, he’s angry, funny, jealous. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing too, “He’s married to the road teacher and he’ll be jealous of me? I’m sorry.
In my eyes, the road teacher is an angel.
Mr. Road listened, but his eyebrow wrinkled.
I felt like I was saying something wrong, and I wanted to see her laugh, and then I snapped on her back, and she shuddered and whispered.
I said, “Mr. Lu, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
“I have a wound on my back. She’s down on her head.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know,” but I was wondering, “Mr. Lou, how did you get hurt on your back? And what’s with the bruises on your leg? I’m sorry.
She’s got a lower head, and she’s hiding something.
At that point, when the sound of heavy footsteps was heard in the hallway, we split up and Chen went into the classroom, he asked, “Are we packed? I’m sorry.
“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
The “I…” teacher said, “I’ll help him. Don’t delay him back to bed. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with you? You go home first. I’m sorry.
Mr. Lu was apparently afraid of him and didn’t look at me anymore, and he was down in the classroom.
I turned around, and Chen Kong was like a monster, staring at me cleaning up and turning off the lights so I could go back to my dorm.
That whole night, I was thinking of a road teacher who blew my fingers and put them in my mouth. And the girl who left me, gradually, seemed less important.
I can also feel that Chen Kong is bad for Mr. Road, and he is our common enemy.
The next day, at lunch, it’s my turn to go to the same table and pick up the delivery. Chen and Mr. Road are having lunch as we pass through the office.
I see Chen is making meat for the road teacher. I’m sorry.
Mr. Road didn’t say anything, just listened to him.
At that moment, I felt, perhaps, that Chen Kong was not as bad as I thought.
But after dinner, I went to the garbage, passed through the bathroom, heard someone vomiting in the ladies’ room, and it was clearly the road teacher’s voice.
After the garbage was dumped, the teacher came out with his stomach covered, and I said, “Are you all right? I’m sorry.
“It’s all right.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to. Nod at her head and went back to class.
In the afternoon, I thought, “A hard road teacher is pregnant?” Well, looks like it.
I’m suddenly depressed, I admit, I like the road teacher. I’m jealous, but Chen is married to her legally.
These days of English classes, I’ve always looked at the road teacher and I miss her very much in the language class, and I even secretly painted her portrait in the language class.
I’ve learned to paint, it’s good, and it’s getting more and more, and I even sneaked out a book and looked at it in English to capture the sane details of Mr. Road.
This little move of mine was filled with her eyes, half the day of the class, and she snuck to me and pretended to have picked up the book from my men.
I didn’t have time to press. I had a red face.
The teacher turned the book, and then he laughed.
I was ashamed of my head.
It took her a long time to carry the book, to put it down gently, to walk on the light steps and to walk away.
I’m kind of drifting, and I feel, like, a different kind of understanding, and it’s getting between us.
So I’m going to do it more crazy, and I’m going to give it to her.
But I forgot the danger, and I was bowing my head at her eyebrow at the last language lesson that morning, and suddenly one hand came in and took the book.
It was Chen Kong, and he immediately saw who I was drawing, and he was angry: “Silent face!” I’m sorry.
He fingered me, he was shaking, but he didn’t say it out loud. He slapped me so hard.
This is a very heavy hand, and I looked at Venus and pulled that piece of paper down in Chen Kong’s anger, tearing it to pieces in front of the entire class, and then I fell right out of the classroom.
No one knows what’s going on.
In the afternoon of English classes, we saw clearly that the teacher’s face was red and apparently beaten.
I’m angry. It must have been Chen Kong. I hate not to fight Chen Kong!
When the question came up, the road teacher came to me, picked up my book, turned it up and looked at the page that had been ripped off.
I looked at her little red face, and she looked at me, and I looked down, and I looked down, and I left.
I’m so sorry I wanted to make her happy.
So I quietly took the pen.
I looked up at her and smiled at her as she walked through the classroom and ran over me.
She looked at me, confused.
I suddenly reached out.
In my hand, there’s a sketch of her.
Her eyes flashed, and suddenly it was as if there were stars.
She then smiled on her face, and she was wearing some sweets.
I feel a little ashamed.
There was no extra movement, and the two hearts were made.
This palm portrait, I kept it for many days, and I felt it, and I and Mr. Roadmaster had been in happiness.
But on Thursday, another thing happened that destroyed that beauty.
When I was on a lunch break, I went to the bathroom and passed through the ladies’ room, I heard the teacher threw up in it.
I stopped and wanted to talk, and all of a sudden Chen just came out of the men’s room, and he apparently heard the road teacher’s voice, and he looked down on me and went straight into the ladies’ room!
Then he yelled, “Who made you throw up?” I’ll make you puke! I’m sorry.
The sound of poking followed by the screams of the road teacher.
I rushed into the ladies’ room and saw Chen grabs her hair and slaps her. I pushed Chen Kong: “Why are you hitting her when she’s pregnant? I’m sorry.
Chen Gang didn’t expect me to come in and get pushed, but he laughed, “She’s pregnant. You’re pregnant! I’m sorry.
After that, he turned back and slapped me in the face: “What do you care? I’m sorry.
I was thrown down on the ground, but I jumped out of my fury and waved my fists at Chen Kong, “I’ll fucking let you hit me again!” I’m sorry.
Chen broke my fist. I was too skinny, not as strong as he was. He stretched his foot and put me on the wall. I’m sorry.
He came up and held me down, and the road teacher pulled him with his stomach covered, and he threw his hand over him, and then he threw his fists at me and hit me like a storm.
I’m not fighting back, I’m just screaming, “Chen Kong! I’m sorry.
Chen Gang is more angry, he can’t help but protect me with his body. Chen is tired of beating who he beats.
My head and I were crying, and I was crying, and I said, “Why do you always throw up in the bathroom? Are you sick? I’m sorry.
The teacher of the road looked desperate and shook his head, as though he had made some determination, whispering, “Tomorrow he will play cards, come to my house, and I will tell you everything.” I’m sorry.
After that, she lifted me up and gently shot me and walked back to the office.
I stood alone in the ladies’ room and thought of the words of the road teacher, and I didn’t think that I was about to learn an amazing secret that tied my life to that of the road teacher.
On Thursday night, the road teacher was watching, and I only knew that Chen was not there on Thursday, so I was gambling.
I snuck out to school and got into the road teacher’s car.
We didn’t talk to anyone. After more than 20 minutes, the car entered a villa, and the road teacher told me, and I found out that their house lived in a villa.
I didn’t think so. Chen Kong is so rich?
The teacher of the road brought me into the door, and she surprised me, and she let me sit first and poured me an orange juice, and she said, “I know that you have an accident, Chen has more money than you think. I’m sorry.
I drank orange juice: “Mr. Lou, what’s going on? I’m sorry.
It took so long that the teacher of the road said, “I will tell you from the beginning. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
She said, “I am not an official teacher, nor is Chen Kong; you know it.” He was the first to open an advertising company in Guangdong and, in fact, to sell it. I studied English at college, and he fooled me into it, and I didn’t want to spend much time, but then my mom suddenly found out about stomach cancer, and it cost me $200,000 for surgery, and I had to go around and borrow money. I’m sorry.
I’m not listening.
He continued: “But he has a condition to cover me for three years. I couldn’t help but say yes to him for my mother’s sake, but I didn’t expect him to ask me to take all kinds of indecent photographs and to lend him a loan, like a school loan. I’m sorry.
I’m angry at you. Chen Kong is such a pain in the ass. I’m sorry.
The teacher Noded, stopped, and said, “I can’t, I need money. But then, my mom had a bad surgery, and Chen said that she could borrow more money to keep my mom on the condition that I kept writing him a debt and cooperate with him in taking dirty pictures, and he always asked me to do something more embarrassing, and I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.
I heard it all about her.
“My mother died and I wanted to leave Chen Kong.” But I’ve given him more than half a million in debt, and with those pictures, I can’t escape if I want to. He said that if I left him, he would call the police to collect the debt, and he would make my ugly pictures public and make it impossible for me to live. So I can only follow him and be his nominal wife. I’m sorry.
I said, “You’re not really married. I’m sorry.
“We didn’t get a license, but it doesn’t make any difference.” I’m sorry.
I’ve heard a lot about it, but it’s kind of confusing.
He said, “Four years ago, Chen Kong’s company was searched, and he had to take me back from Guangdong to buy a villa with the savings of those years, which he said was worth, and later, he took advantage of my professional knowledge of English to offer him a tutorial to earn money. I’m sorry.
So that’s what happened now, Chen Kong, who treats Mr. Road as a money-shield.
I looked at the bruises on the arm of the road teacher, and I asked, “Does the road teacher always beat you? I’m sorry.
As if the road teacher had been stabbed in the most painful places, he said, “In fact, Chen Kong is a waste.” I’m sorry.
I had an accident.
She said, “He was normal before, and these years, he’s getting worse and worse. But the less he can do it, the more he wants to be strong or even take his medication. But now, the medicine doesn’t work for him, but he has to do it every Wednesday… But he hasn’t succeeded once in over a year. I’m sorry.
Turns out Chen Kong is a dirty piece of shit.
“So, he’s getting worse, especially on Wednesdays, and if he doesn’t succeed, he beats me, sometimes with a belt. I’m sure it’s not too much, so he goes out every Thursday and gambles, and comes back after midnight. I’m sorry.
He’s a pervert, and he’s still suffering from abuse. I’ve got a hate in my heart.
I said, “You always vomit in the bathroom, so what?” I’m sorry.
“I tried to cheat and had a friend with him.” I didn’t have any feelings for that man, just to get back at Chen Kong. But Chen just found out about it, and he was very angry when he tried to cut my face with a knife. I’m sorry.
I said, “This bastard. I’m sorry.
He said, “But he didn’t dare, but he thought of a particularly stupid trick that would make me fat.” He thought that when I was fat, no one liked it, so he made me eat a lot. I’m sorry.
I suddenly understood something.
He said, “But I have a way of dealing with it. Every time I finish eating, I throw up. But I was caught once, he beat me up, I didn’t change it, the second time he caught me. I’m sorry.
I’ve had a lot of pity and anger. Chen doesn’t even take Mr. Road!
It’s too painful for him to live a life of torture and fight with that bastard.
I suddenly grabbed her hand: “Teacher, I’ll take you away.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know where the courage comes from, but it’s only then that I realize how confused it is.
The road teacher’s eyes were moved, and he groaned: “If I could run, I would have run, but I would have been in debt, and I would not have been able to be human.” I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
I’m just suffocating and breathing.
The road teacher seems to be afraid of me getting angry, getting orange juice and making me drink pressure.
I drank orange juice and put it back on the table.
The atmosphere has become very quiet, and I feel like I’m in contact with Mr. Road.
The atmosphere is getting a little confused.
She’s been looking at me.
She reached out and slowly picked up my cup, bit me where I used it and drank the orange juice.
I didn’t expect that, but I know everything.
Mr. Lu is looking at me with a heart.
I couldn’t help it any longer. Open my arms and put her in my arms.
Her soft body, with a scent, caught me in the air. I was so excited.
I’ve got an inexplicable urge to kiss her, but I don’t dare. I’ve never kissed anyone.
I felt she was crying on my shoulder.
I love her, and I want to help her.
I’ve never felt more righteous in my life.
I didn’t know we were here at midnight, and I was telling her to find the notes and the photos, and suddenly the car was ringing outside the door, and the road teacher panicked: ” Chen Kong is back.” I’m sorry.
I was sweaty, too, and the road teacher immediately brought me into the kitchen: “You hide here first. I’m sorry.
Chen went into the house shortly after he lost his bet. I heard him changing his shoes and taking off his socks.
He then took him to the bedroom, closed the door, and I heard him screaming. I don’t know what’s going on, but I looked at the knife on it and I really wanted to kill him.
After the bedroom was quiet, I snuck out of the kitchen, snuck out of the door, ran for a long time before I returned to the dormitory.
Since then, I’ve become more emotional with Mr. Road. Whether she was teaching or walking by my side, that kind look at me, and it always fills me with tenderness, and she points to me, and I touch her arm, and it’s always like a shock.
I know she feels the same as me.
I miss that night’s hug, 19-year-old me, 28-year-old her, seeing each other day and pretending to be nothing, and I’m going crazy.
Another Thursday, early in the morning, Mr. Roads slipped me a note.
“Come home tonight and cook for you. I’m sorry.
This line of words, it’s making me float.
One morning, I saw everything as good.
But Chen Gang came out again and made me remember that we live in hell.
He gave you a lecture, two of the boys were not familiar with their backs, and he got angry, and he took a whip, and told them to lie down on the podium and beat them.
That was too much to ask, and they refused to do so, but Chen beat them up by one of them, two boys were scared and were crying on the podium and let him whip them.
All the students in the class were angry, but dared to say so.
I remember what he did to Mr. Road. I swear to God, not only to destroy the loan and the photo, but also to punish him!
I went home with Mr. Road after the evening self-study, and she changed into a maid’s dress, and I looked straight in the eye.
“Teacher Road. You look great in this dress. I staggered.
The road teacher laughed at me and went to the kitchen.
I just felt that life was so good. Mr. Road worked for over 40 minutes, brought out four dishes, took my hand and sat down and let me eat.
I started swallowing.
It’s been a long time since Mr. Road looked at me with his face and made me slow down.
I thought if I could eat the food I made every day, Chen would beat me up.
But I’m eating it, and Mr. Road’s getting dark, and she says, “It would be nice to see you eat like this every day. I’m sorry.
“I’ll take you out of Chen Kong sooner or later.” I’m sorry.
“We may not be able to see each other on Thursday night.” I’m sorry.
I was like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
And he cried, and said, “There is one thing that I did not tell you, Chen has always lost and lost, and this year he went to South-East Asia and lost a lot of money, and he already mortgaged his house. More than half a million people are now owed out there, and they want him back in a year, or else they take the house away. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised.
Mr. Lu went on to say, “But Chen has come up with a solution, he has talked to those people, and then Thursday, I’ll take turns with them, so that he may have time to pay off his debt. At the same time, he’ll make more money to pay off his debt. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised, damn it, is this a man? What’s he doing as a road teacher? Helping him teach English during the day and paying off his debt at night?
My hatred for Chen Kong has reached its peak. I disagree!
I took the teacher’s hand and wiped the rest of her tears: “Teacher, I’m not going to let Chen go. Let’s hurry and fuck him!” I’m sorry.
“If I hadn’t cared about it before, I would have punished him for his incompetence.” But now, because of you, I won’t accept anyone. I’m sorry.
She made it clear that I couldn’t help but stand up and hold her in my arms.
“We have to find a note and a photo.” I’m sorry.
He thought, “Come with me.” I’m sorry.
She took me to the second floor and went to a door around the corner: “It’s a little bedtime, three nights a week, he’s had enough of me to sleep here himself. Usually he never lets me in, always locks the door. I’m sorry.
I understood, “There’s something in here. I’m sorry.
“But I’m not sure if he’s hiding a note and a picture here. He’s too dirty to guess. I’m sorry.
I said, “Anyhow, you have to find a way to open the door. Do you know where the key is? I’m sorry.
“All his keys will be with him, even when he sleeps under his pillow. I’m sorry.
I’m a little depressed at a time.
However, the road teacher said, “Yes, when he was on a lunch break at school, the key was too heavy to be lifted down under the bed, but the lunch break did not have to wear clothes, and he occasionally forgot to take the key. I’m sorry.
It’s a good opportunity.
I thought about it, and I told Mr. Roads, and when he heard it, he showed his joy and agreed to do it.
That night, when we agreed, I went back to school.
The next afternoon break was for the road teacher.
I’m on the table, pretending to sleep.
The road teacher slipped in the classroom, and she left for a short time, and suddenly fell and was unconscious.
I pretended to be woken up: “Lu Teacher! I’m sorry.
The entire class also stood up and watched Mr. Road, who fainted.
I said, “Like a heart attack, call Mr. Chen and send him to the hospital!” I’m sorry.
Several of the male classmates immediately stormed the office.
At this point, there was chaos in the class, and I snuck out of the classroom before everyone noticed.
Then I saw Chen Gong coming with some of his classmates in panic, and he was clearly up in haste and with his hair still running.
They went into the classroom, and I immediately got up, and I went to the office to lift Chen Gang’s little mattresses, and I found that big set of keys.
Then I stole the key and snuck out of the school.
She’s gonna be fine. She’s the one who did it.
There was a small business street outside the school door, and I looked for a keyman, and I went back to the school and put the original key under his mattress.
By this time, Chen Kong and several male classmates had taken him to the hospital and had not returned.
I got a car out of the school door, went to Chen Kong’s house, went to the second floor, went to the second floor, tried 78 keys, and the door was locked.
I entered the house joyfully, and the sight of my eyes was astonished at a moment, and I saw that the walls were covered with pictures of women in all kinds of clothes, both Japanese and European and American, and in the middle of that single bed, with a few faces that I knew so well, all of them from our tutor class!
Their pictures were only kept on their faces and below their necks, and Chen was replaced by other bodies in all the ridiculous positions!
That’s terrible. This is the heaven of evidence and hell of humanity.
I’ve been looking all over, in a few drawers, cabinets filled with porn magazines and CDs, and some strange toys, some of them with “punishables” and all that vice!
I finally understand why Chen’s tortured the road teacher on Wednesday night and slept in this cabin.
Chen Kong, you’re a scum!
But I went over half an hour without finding Mr. Lu’s notes and pictures.
I don’t like it, but I have to go back. It’ll take a while.
However, this room full of evidence has given me a better way to deal with Chen Kong, and I will surely let him hand over the debt and the photo and be punished!
Soon after I returned to school, Chen brought back the road teacher, who was apparently fine. I saw that the key was hanging on Chen Kong’s waist and he was calm.
I’m laughing in my heart. You won’t be cool for long.
In the afternoon, I found an opportunity to tell the road teacher what I found and to let her sneak up on a mobile phone or a camera and hide in a small bedroom.
I didn’t realize that the road teacher had gone to the city to get a microcam while Chen was away and took the key I gave him and put it in his little bed.
Next, we have to wait patiently.
At the end of my self-study on Wednesday night, I saw Chen Kong leaving with him, and I was so upset and excited, and I knew that tonight’s teacher would be tortured again, but this is the last time, and I’m never going to let Chen move him again!
This night, I was almost asleep, and the next morning when I met my teacher in English, and she smiled at me, I was relieved and realized.
The road teacher walked by me while we were all back-to-back, stuffed a U-drive, whispering, “The video was made by me. I’m sorry.
I was so excited, I was at noon, I was at the road teacher’s nap, I snuck out of school, I went to the internet cafe and opened the U-disk.
I saw in the video that Chen Kong had been in a little bed at 11:00 p.m., angry, apparently wanting to have sex with Mr. Lu, but not successful.
He went to bed, and the pictures of those classmates were so viciously thrown at him, licking his mouth while he was doing dirty, twisted.
Not long after he had found out about the pornographic magazines and tools, he had spent half an hour in a coma after shouting.
It’s the devil!
Chen Kong’s actions went beyond my understanding of people and I even wanted to kill them.
I pulled the U-drive out and held it tight, I know it at this time, sharp as a sword.
Today, Thursday, according to Chen Kong’s plan, tonight he’s taking the road teacher to see his creditors.
I wanted to talk to him at dinner, but one thing happened in the afternoon in the first language class, and I changed my mind, and I felt that the negotiations were too cheap for him, and I was going to make him die!
At the time, he took us to the reading question, and there was a clear error in the question, and the whole class didn’t answer it correctly, but he called us stupid.
I argued with him, “The subject is clearly biased, the logic is not right, you don’t understand? I’m sorry.
And he heard it, and then drew me a book from his hand: “Who are you talking to?” I’m sorry.
I covered my head and looked him in the eye.
All the students of the class are giving me a hard time looking at him with strange eyes.
He got even more angry, and threw the book on the floor: “I don’t care if the answer is yes or not. I’ll tell you, this is the subject of reading, from the original to the question, to the answer, and the entire class will have to go through it without a word. I’m sorry.
It’s a shame to be angry. But the next language class is the fourth, and there’s only one in English in the middle. How can we all go back? He clearly wants to be bad.
The whole class hated him.
I’ve decided to do it with him.
Section three, English class, the road teacher came, and I whispered to her, “Bring the U-disk into the multimedia. I’m sorry.
She stunned and responded to a certain look in my eyes.
Each classroom has a multimedia device in which the teacher can store and play the lesson, although the equipment is password-based and only available to the teacher.
Mr. Road did what I said, and then she shoved the U-drive at me, and she figured out what I was thinking, put a note in it and put it on.
I noded at her, and I looked at her with the enemy. We know that we are waiting for a moment of vital importance in our lives.
In the afternoon, in section IV, Languages, Chen Kong is here.
He enters the door face-to-face, watching the whole class silent, asking, “Hands behind his back.” I’m sorry.
No one raised their hand. Obviously, who can go back?
Chen Guang smiled: “Well, let’s bet and lose, and let’s not play games. Let’s just stick your face out and let me slap it, and keep it in mind.” I’m sorry.
He then took the blackboard.
He’s gonna wipe us with a blackboard.
It’s his old trick. It’s a lot more painful than a slap.
You pervert!
He didn’t give us time to react, he went straight to me sitting in the first row, and he hit me in the face!
My face is sore, he doesn’t even look at me, he smiles back, his hands are down, and he wipes his back.
There’s no sound in the classroom, but I can see it.
This kind of corporal punishment is no good to us, it’s violence!
Chen Kong’s feet continued, walking by the fan, acting in a cold manner, while the boys who were slapping were silent, the girls who were slapping were starting to cry.
But as Chen Kong heard, those cries must have been very lively, and the more he fanned, the more hate he could not hum. All of a sudden, there was a girl who could not contain her fear and, as Chen was about to approach her, rose up and ran out of the classroom.
Chen Kong looked like a wolf saw an interesting prey, chasing that girl was one foot and pulling her out of the classroom.
The girls screamed, and the whole class turned its back, filled with pity and anger.
I know that we are a flock of abused lambs, but now, if anyone leads the way, they will surely follow us.
I rose up without hesitation, and passed over Chen Kong, ran out of the classroom and raised the girl, “Are you all right? I’m sorry.
“Who let you leave your seat?” I’m sorry.
I said, “You scared her to death! I’m sorry.
When Chen Gwang listened and was angry, he pulled the door, stepped on the mop behind him, broke it and hit me with a mop stick.
At that point, the road teacher at the office heard a noise, and she ran out, saw Chen Kong so, and was terrified, but she didn’t hesitate to stand in front of me and the girl. I’m sorry.
Chen Gang didn’t listen to it. He even beat the road teacher.
I was angry, and I saw my fellow students in the classroom running out of control, and I said, “What are you waiting for? Chen is crazy. He is breaking the law and is doing evil. Come out and fuck him.” I’m sorry.
As I lost my voice, a few bloody boys ran out of their seats, screaming, and the rest of my classmates came up with them, but Chen became even more angry, waving a mop stick, and seeing who they hit and who they were.
I went through the crowd into the classroom, entered a password on the multimedia device, found a video copied by the road teacher and clicked on it.
As the students had seen, the wall screen in the classroom showed a obscenity and quickly, what was in the little bedroom, what was he doing, and it was broadcast in an orderly fashion.
While Chen was beating people up with a moping stick, I yelled at him, “Look at the fucking screen, Chen Kong! I’m sorry.
Everyone came to see what was on the screen, and Chen Gang saw what was going on, and suddenly he turned his anger and had to smash it.
But a crowd of fellow male students had stopped him long ago, and I saw him screaming, “Put him down!” I’m sorry.
Chen was trying to resist, and I said, “If you move, I’ll call the police right away.” I’m sorry.
Chen looked at him, but he understood what was at stake, and the eyes were darkened, and his classmates saw him, and they pressed him straight to the ground, like a bad dog.
The video was broadcast slowly, and several of the classmates in the class saw their pictures, and Chen was put on the wall in an indecent, humiliating and angry manner, and all the male classmates were outraged. I’m sorry.
People were cuddled and beaten around Chen Kong, so many days they were depressed, a brain bursted out, Chen was crying like a bad dog in the crowd, but no one pityed him, and I joined the regiment. We tore his hair and clothes, and we beat him in the way he treated us with blackboards and mops. He had nowhere to hide, his head was bleeding, his eyelids were swollen and he was crouching and he was begging for mercy!
He was beaten for a long time, he was tired, and he was called to the police.
I said, “It’s too cheap for him to call the police, we’re too old to read, but we’re going to continue with the road teacher, but we’re going to go back to Chen Kong, and let him listen to us, and he’s going to bully us, and he’s going to give us all back, and he’s got us, and he’s going to listen, he’s going to listen, he’s going to listen.” I’m sorry.
It’s actually a dirty move, but the class says hello.
And when Chen Kong nods as if he were obfuscating, “What will I do when you do not call the police?” I’m sorry.
I duly pulled the teacher of the road: “Chang, give me all the notes you gave you and all the pictures you took, or I’ll send you to hell!” I’m sorry.
The students did not understand what was going on, and I quickly told him about Chen Kong and Mr. Lu, and they slapped him hard and forced him to hand over the notes and pictures.
Chen was wailing to say where he was, and I let my classmates watch him. I went back to the villa with the road teacher, and in the basement of the villa, we found a safe, opened with Chen’s password, and found the missing notes, a camera, and many pictures and film.
I didn’t read much, I gave it to the road teacher, who checked it, stood there and cried.
I looked at her, and I was so happy that her life was free from it.
We stood in the basement for a long time before the road teacher dried his tears, turned around and looked me in the eye and shudder.
I opened my arms and held her in my arms, and she was ashamed.
Through the bow window in the basement, I saw the sunset approaching the horizon, and the golden sun was coming in.
Then, in this shining basement, under the guidance of the road teacher, I became a real man.
Record number: YX11AV7N1Wx
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
