On Monday morning, before it was fully light, the window frames were a hazy gray.
Ms. Zhou Huixin's penetrating voice boomed outside: "Silence! Shen Youyi! Get up! You'll be late for morning reading if you don't get up now!"
Hold!
I feel like my head is stuffed with lead, it's so heavy.
Shen Youyi, who was next to her, was completely buried in the blanket, with only a few stubborn tufts of hair sticking out, and she was making unintelligible muttered protests.
Last night, after finishing that insane physics test paper that Lao Wu left me, it was past 1 a.m. before I finally lay down to sleep.
I forcibly ripped myself off the mattress, and even the actions of washing my face and brushing my teeth seemed to be in slow motion.
After going downstairs and getting into my mother's car, Shen Youyi and I leaned to one side of the back seat, our eyelids drooping, feeling like our souls were floating in mid-air.
He couldn't even withstand the disappointed look in his mother's eyes when she glared at him in the rearview mirror.
Morning reading sessions are pure hell.
The English teacher asked us to recite the texts from "New Concept English," and there was a buzzing sound all around, like chanting.
I held the book, the words dancing in front of my eyes, and my head swayed downwards little by little. I only managed to avoid falling completely because the edge of the table was pressing against my chin.
His deskmate, Huang Minghao, was probably in a similar situation, with his elbows propped on the table, his hand covering his mouth, yawning one after another.
"Ring ring—!!!"
The school bell was like heavenly music! Instantly, I sprang up like I'd been injected with adrenaline, my bottom, which had been glued to the chair, felt incredibly light. "Mouse! Let's go! Time for lunch!"
Huang Minghao reacted incredibly fast; we practically shot out from the back door. The speed was even faster than a sprinter starting.
The beef buns and soy milk in the cafeteria are truly heavenly; only after slurping them down can my brain finally be fully activated.
After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, we strolled leisurely toward the teaching building.
The air was slightly cool in the March mornings, carrying the fresh scent of grass and leaves.
Huang Minghao was gesturing wildly as he described his incredible 1v5 performance with Yasuo yesterday.
"You have no idea how fast the wind was blowing! EQ flash into R, and I took off! I..."
Before he could finish speaking, suddenly—
Snap!
A warm, calloused hand patted firmly on my right shoulder.
"Hey!" I reflexively turned my head to the right.
Nobody here? Just air.
The next second, I grinned and turned my neck to the left—and sure enough! A face smiling like a little sun was right there.
"Damn! Silence! Your reaction is even better than our sprint team's preparatory whistle!" Mai Sui, the tough and fierce flower from Class 7 next door, had her short, dyed blue-purple hair particularly eye-catching in the morning light.
She had just come off the track, wearing a short red tracksuit, her wheat-colored skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the light.
He's really tall, almost as tall as me. His long, straight, and toned legs are probably a meter long if measured separately. He's standing there lazily with his legs spread apart, his sneakers tapping the ground. He exudes the kind of energy and heat that comes from just finishing training, a bit lazy and hot.
"Nonsense, your tricks were used outdated eight hundred years ago." I disdainfully slapped away the paw that was still resting on my shoulder. Mouse also called out with a grin, "Sister Sui."
The three of them walked and talked.
Mai Sui had a loud voice and a hearty laugh, complaining about how a few more greenhorns had joined their training team.
The mouse then vividly recounted his miracles.
Wheat Ear would occasionally chime in with his own comments, which were both accurate and scathing.
As we approached the back door of our classroom, Mai Sui gestured with her chin at me and said, "Alright, go back and copy your notes. Don't get caught by your physics teacher again." She smiled mischievously.
I laughed and yelled at her to get lost, and she and Haozi went back to their respective classes.
I had just pushed open the back door when the preparatory bell rang.
I quickly returned to my seat at the bottom of the classroom pyramid (in the back row), where I enjoyed the privilege of sitting alone like an emperor, and pulled out my physics textbook.
Today's first period is Mom's physics class.
The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder as it approached, stopping at the doorway. The entire class fell silent instantly.
Teacher Zhou, Mom, walked in.
Today she styled her hair into a neat bun, securing it at the back of her head.
He was dressed a little differently...
A well-fitting white striped business shirt, not the loose kind, the fabric is pressed and outlines the lines.
Especially her two full breasts, the buttons of her shirt stretched taut, trembled slightly as she turned to write on the blackboard, her curves were amazing.
Below was a grayish-brown, narrow-fitting bodycon skirt that I had never seen her wear before. It tightly hugged her round, perky buttocks and thighs, and its length was just above her knees.
The stockings were a pure black color that didn't allow any skin to see through, and they covered the legs with straight, smooth lines.
She turned her back to the blackboard and wrote, her full hips accentuated by her skirt, and the smooth, gourd-like undulating lines from her waist to her knees... The classroom was quiet, with only the creaking of the chalk.
My heart was beating faster than usual, thumping against my ribs.
"Is this really my mother?" The thought suddenly popped into my head. She usually wears either trousers or knee-length skirts, mostly loose and comfortable. But today...
"This question involves the conservation of energy. Please answer it in silence." My mother's voice rang out, a little stern, interrupting my wandering gaze.
I jumped up in surprise. What did they just talk about? "Uh... well... friction does work..." I stammered, avoiding glancing at the podium.
My mother frowned slightly, looked at me, and didn't ask any more questions. She waved for me to sit down and said, "Listen carefully." She turned around and continued writing on the blackboard.
At that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the side of the podium. Her white shirt was stretched into a rounded curve by her firm breasts, and her calves, encased in black stockings, showed strong lines...
A sudden, inexplicable heat surged from my lower abdomen, like a restless little devil. And there it was... that thing in my pants was actually... getting a little agitated?!
Damn! I was so ashamed I wanted to slap myself! What a lunatic! That's your mother! Your own mother! What kind of filthy thoughts are running through your head!
To cover up my embarrassment, I quickly lowered my head and pretended to be marking important points in the book.
My mind was a jumbled mess: white shirt, black stockings, the fullness under the pencil skirt, and that moment just now... damn!
This is even more fucking embarrassing!
I thought of Shen Youyi again.
That little vixen, she was right in front of me... Could it be...? I shook my head violently, trying to shake off this outrageous thought.
I forced myself to stare at the circuit diagrams in the physics book, but my mind was racing like a rabbit's, jumping around in my head.
A mixture of intense shame, vague arousal, and inexplicable confusion churned in my chest.
For the entire class, I was like a frightened bird, my soul floating in the air, my body sitting on pins and needles in my seat.
The noise of the end of get out of class had just started when Old Wu in the front row called over the physics class representative. Even through several rows of desks, I could feel her meaningful gaze shining on me like a searchlight.
Sure enough, the class representative came running back with his curly hair, his eyes darting around: "Silence, Teacher Zhou... wants you to go to the office."
My deskmate, Haozi, gave me a "take care, bro" look.
Walking through the chaotic corridor, the door to the physics teaching and research office was ajar. Pushing it open, a smell of chalk dust mixed with old book pages hit me.
The office was quite busy, with people grading assignments and chatting with students. My mother, Teacher Zhou Huixin, sat in the corner by the window, the sunlight falling perfectly on her crisp white shirt, outlining the rounded lines of her shoulders.
Without looking up, she was unscrewing the refill of a red pen, making a soft click.
"Teacher Zhou, you wanted to see me?" I stood next to her desk, my throat a little dry.
Only then did Mom look up. Her gaze behind her glasses was devoid of emotion. She twirled the red pen between her fingers, and the cap tapped on the table.
"You've been so distracted throughout the entire class, what are you thinking about?" The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the precise, impactful quality typical of a physics teacher, piercing right through my disguise. "Is the circuit diagram even pretty? I've been staring at it for the whole class and you haven't even finished half of it."
My brain instantly went into overdrive! What? Did I say that I was so aroused by your new black stockings and bodycon skirt that my dick got hard?
"No... I wasn't thinking about anything," I subconsciously licked my dry lips, my gaze drifting, landing on the cracks in the floor tiles, then glancing at the wilted leaves of the potted green ivy on the teacher's desk across from me. "I just... went to bed late last night and was a little sleepy."
"A little sleepy?" Mom's lips seemed to curve into an extremely subtle smile, more like a scrutinizing tug. She tapped her finger on the open pages of her physics book, her nails neatly trimmed. "You don't seem sleepy at all; it's more like your mind is wandering a million miles away. Shen Youyi said you've been playing on your phone a lot lately..."
I felt a sense of relief and immediately seized this ready-made excuse, raising my voice a little: "Yes, yes! It's all Shen Youyi's fault! She insisted on dragging me into duo queue! I didn't pay attention to the time!" My attitude had to be sincere, with a hint of resentment from an innocent boy being tricked by his sister.
"Don't try to shift the blame to your sister." Mom snorted, her eyes seeming to see right through me, but she didn't press the matter further.
He simply leaned back slightly, the back of the chair gently pressing against his waist, a posture that made his already impressive curves under the white shirt even more prominent against the edge of the desk.
She casually picked up a thin, transparent plastic bookend from the table and began slowly inserting a stack of corrected papers into it.
The way she leaned over... I couldn't help but glance at her again, then quickly looked away, feeling like a perverted peeping tom, my ears burning.
"From now on, you must be asleep before 11 p.m. every night." My mother's voice pulled me back to reality. She didn't lift her eyelids and continued to organize the test papers, her tone returning to its usual calm. "Senior year of high school is about efficiency, not about grinding away the hours." Her fingertips traced the edges of the pages, making a soft rustling sound.
"Okay, Mom... Teacher Zhou." I quickly replied, finally feeling a little relieved.
"Go back now, and don't let it happen again." Mom finally put down the test paper in her hand, picked up her white enamel water cup, and ran her fingertips along the rim of the cup.