Reckless Youth of Delinquency

"Oh, Liu Zihong is so true." I sighed, patted Black Spider on the shoulder and said, "Brother Spider, when I see him, I will definitely talk to him." Liu Zihong was more obedient to me and asked him to talk to him. His brother getting back together shouldn't be a big problem.

Black Spider may have really drunk too much, but there was a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes: "Brother Hao, thank you so much!"

That night, Black Spider and I drank for a long time before falling asleep. The next day, class went on as usual and nothing happened. However, the news that I was intercepted by Zhang Yunfei seemed to have spread. During class, someone pointed at me and whispered, and Jia Tai looked very happy. While playing cards, Wen Xin told me that he had a conflict with Jia Tai yesterday, and he did go out to call for help. He originally wanted to call his boss, the eldest second, to come and deal with me. As a result, when the eldest brother heard that the person he wanted to beat was Wang Hao, he shook his head and said nothing. I said what a shame and wanted to see how big his dick was. Several people laughed, it was quite joyful anyway. After chatting more, I found that Wen Xin was indeed very gossipy and knew all the big and small things in the vocational college. But it’s nice to have someone like this around me.

The dedicated freshmen have begun military training, and their slogans can be heard from a distance. The four of us often get bored after class, so we wander to the playground to watch the freshman training. Training yourself and watching others train are two different things. Especially when they stand in a military posture, we feel very comfortable sitting in the shade, but they can only stand in the sun in pain. Moreover, the instructors are very fierce and beat them at every turn. Basically every time I go there, I can see the instructors beating people. Once when we were sitting in the shade to rest, there happened to be a class standing in military posture in the open space opposite. One student seemed to have an itchy bottom, so he stretched out his hand to scratch it, and the instructor happened to see it. The instructor started running at a distance of seven or eight meters and kicked him in the stomach. He kicked the student so hard that he couldn't get up for a long time.

The instructor said proudly, "Is your asshole rotten? Why are you scratching it?" His words were very dirty and he had no military qualities at all. It’s okay to hit people often. I also found that the soldiers are all gangsters. They often touch and touch girls’ bodies under the pretext of corrective actions. His movements were obviously very standard, but he still wanted to go over and touch his hands and waist. During breaks, a group of students can often be heard complaining. Li Xiaojie said: "Hey, we are finally about to fight. Fighting between freshmen and instructors is almost a must-have program in the military training every year in the vocational college. It is just the right time to see how bloody this freshmen are."

One time when we were sitting, there were seven or eight new students sitting diagonally across from each other. They looked familiar to us. When they spoke, we remembered that they were the ones we saw at the door of the teaching building on the first day. Among them was a man with a mustache, which seemed to be their head, and he was discussing about beating the instructor. Some said they would do it in the toilet, and some said they would do it in a sack. They discussed it for a long time.

Watching freshmen being raped during military training has become one of our after-school hobbies. Basically, we have to come over every time after class to see if there are any fights. I felt myself becoming more and more numb, and it was quite interesting to watch the instructor beat people. Within a few days, the first incident of a student hitting an instructor occurred. It is said that one night, an instructor was alone and was walking back alone after a late-night snack in the cafeteria when he was beaten by a dozen freshmen on the road. As expected, the beating was done with a sack, and the whole process was very fast. The students didn't say a word and left quickly after the beating. The instructor was in a worse situation and was beaten into a pig's head. A freshman assembly was held the next day to allow the murderer to come forward. In this case, who can stand up and just let it go? However, the instructors dealt with the freshmen more harshly, venting their anger on these freshmen, and they themselves were rarely left alone.

According to Li Xiaojie's analysis, a bigger storm is coming, and the process is very consistent with the annual fights.

The flowers bloom at two ends, one on each side. When I was waiting for this storm to come, something happened in our class and it got involved with me again. What happened was that the school bell just rang that day, and everyone was doing their own thing as usual. Because it was a Chinese class, my favorite class, even if the classroom was very messy, I still had to listen to the class (not very seriously, of course). Li Xiaojie and the others knew my habits, so they didn't come around to play cards anymore. Our Chinese teacher is an old man. He is very knowledgeable and his lectures are very interesting. I prefer to listen to his classes. As a result, the teacher did not come that day, and another teacher came. A young and beautiful female teacher with hair as smooth as noodles in clear soup. Yes, I was also a little dumbfounded. It was the teacher Yuan Xiaoyi whom I met on the first day. Teacher Yuan was also wearing that white dress, which perfectly showed off her exquisite figure. Teacher Yuan stood on the podium and said: "Teacher Wu is busy recently. I will teach for him for a few days. My name is Yuan Xiaoyi."

Then write his name on the blackboard: Yuan Xiaoyi. I have to say, the handwriting is really beautiful, as beautiful as her person.

Because I had a good impression of Teacher Yuan, I was very excited at the time. I kept grinning and even reached out my hand to say hello to her. Teacher Yuan also saw me and smiled at me. It felt so good, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Meeting a teacher you like and then a class you like is one of the great joys in life.

There was a buzz around, and everyone was attracted by this beautiful female teacher. Obviously, this was also the first time they met Yuan Xiaoyi. As I said last time, I feel that Yuan Xiaoyi is the newly assigned female teacher. My feeling is indeed correct, otherwise they would not have met her before. The classroom is very messy, but that's normal. I don’t know which class Teacher Yuan taught before. She must be used to the environment of the vocational college. Like other teachers, she just teaches her own class. I listened very carefully. I was probably the only one in the class who listened seriously. Teacher Yuan quickly discovered this situation and kept looking at me. After every knowledge point, she asked me with her eyes if I understood. I responded with a smile and told her that I understood. As a result, our eyes continued to meet. This kind of eye contact was indeed very good and beautiful, and it gave me a novel experience that I had never experienced before. But to be honest, I didn't have any evil thoughts. Although I was a well-known gangster at the time, I was still very traditional in my heart. I never had the idea of ​​"what can happen between teachers and students". I just felt that Yuan Xiaoyi was very Beautiful, it’s great that she is my teacher again.

Speaking of which, I remembered something. When I was in junior high school, I also had a female teacher who had just graduated from college. She was a bit short but pretty. In the first class, she had to choose a class representative. Normally, this kind of thing would be promoted directly by the teacher, but since she came back from a big city, she advocated democratic selection, allowing the students to nominate themselves, and then vote to choose one. At that time, the class representative was also an official. He could collect homework and other things, which could satisfy the students' vanity. Several people came forward to recommend themselves, some were good at studying, some were not good at studying, and what was even more funny was that there was a bastard among them. The female teacher didn't know the situation, so she asked everyone to raise their hands to vote. That bastard was the worst at studying, but no one dared not vote for him. As a result, he was elected unanimously. The female teacher thought he had real talent and knowledge, so she appointed him as her class representative. After some time, the female teacher left without saying goodbye, and the gangster also dropped out of school. Later, rumors spread that because he was a class representative, this guy often went to the female teacher's office, and he also cheated on the female teacher's feelings and body... Of course, the latter part was rumored, and I still don't know if it is true or not. .

Although I heard about such things in junior high school, I still sneered at them. I always felt that the gap between students and teachers was too big and it was impossible for anything to happen. Therefore, I respect Teacher Yuan Xiaoyi.

Because I was the only one listening to Teacher Yuan’s class in the whole classroom, so she kept clicking on me to answer questions. After all, I am also from Chenggao, so my answers are perfect and beautiful. I can feel that this is the first time that Teacher Yuan has met such a well-behaved and sensible student like me since he came to teach in a vocational college. It is obvious that he likes me more and more and keeps smiling at me.

Gradually, the classroom seemed to become a stage for both of us. I only had her eyes, and she only had me. She taught this class to me alone, and I only listened to her class. How should I put it, it just feels like a close friend. After all, when I came to the vocational college, it was the first time for me to listen to a class so seriously, and it must have been the first time for her to give a lecture so seriously.

Just when we were interacting perfectly, I heard someone say vaguely: "This teacher is so naughty, he actually seduces the students."

The sound was not loud, but it had strong penetrating power, and it immediately got into my ears. People seem to have this phenomenon. Once they say something bad about you, their ears become extra sensitive. Not only me, but even Teacher Yuan heard it. I felt that she looked a little stunned, her face was slightly red, and she was a little tongue-tied during the lecture.

I looked towards the source of the sound. Three or four boys were sitting together, pointing at Yuan Xiaoyi and laughing. These boys were the ones who were burning books at the back of the classroom. They seemed to be the subordinates of some one-eyed dragon. At this moment, they were still talking dirty words, saying that the teacher had big breasts and a perky butt, so he must be very sexy in bed. Moreover, this topic seemed to be contagious, and all the boys in the class immediately turned their attention to Yuan Xiaoyi on the podium. At first, when Yuan Xiaoyi first came in, they were just surprised and didn't say anything else. After that, they all went about their own business, and they didn't see any interaction between Yuan Xiaoyi and me. As a result, because those one-eyed idiots took the lead, all of them are now as pornographic as lunatics.

"She looks very innocent, but I don't know if she's sexy in bed." "I don't know how much I'd pay to have sex with this teacher once." "I don't know if she's still a virgin. If so, it'll be more expensive." "Are you kidding, she's all graduated from college. I don’t know how many people have fucked me..."