On Monday morning, Mo Xiaoman headed to school, bookbag in tow. After the morning reading session, her first class was math, taught by Teacher Yu Meizhu.
Yu Meizhu was about twenty-five or twenty-six and was said to be from the county seat. She wore her hair in a stylish bob reminiscent of the May Fourth student movement—so smooth and glossy that not a single strand was out of place. Her gray Lenin suit fit her perfectly, with a snow-white shirt collar turned out over the neckline. She wore a pair of mid-heeled black leather shoes, and her steps produced a crisp CLICK-CLACK-CLICK that was both light-footed and commanding.
Teacher Yu was pretty. To maintain her authority among the students, she often wore a stern expression, giving off a cold and aloof vibe. However, when she chatted with the other female teachers during breaks, the way she threw her head back and laughed heartily revealed her true nature: deep down, she was just a young woman who loved to laugh and gossip.
