Chapter 7

Update Time: June 1, 2012

Liu Jiayi raised her hands and patted her cheeks, muttering to herself, "Liu Jiayi, what's wrong with you? How could you have such feelings for your own student?"

When Wang Bo said those words, Liu Jiayi already knew that he understood the meaning of her words. His words even had a teasing tone. However, Liu Jiayi was surprised to find that she couldn't feel angry at all. Being teased by one of her students, not only did she not get angry, but she also felt a strange excitement. This made Liu Jiayi doubt whether she was just too tired from working overtime these past few days.

Wang Bo quickly walked out of the girls' dormitory building. At this moment, Wang Bo was as shocked as Liu Jiayi. What was wrong with him? Although he was a bit of a rogue in his heart, he usually didn't show it. He was the type who kept it all inside. But why did he say those words just now? And many things today were off. The black bones, snoring, and talking in his sleep—these were not part of his usual self. Wang Bo shook his head and walked toward the teaching building. He didn't want to think about things he couldn't figure out. Wang Bo was not only lazy in body but also in mind, unwilling to waste any brain cells.

After Wang Bo returned to the classroom, most of the male students in the class looked at him with hostile eyes. It wasn't just because of his teasing remarks to Liu Jiayi in the previous class, but also because of the Korean-style women's shirt he was wearing. Although Liu Jiayi always wore this shirt under her coat, these hormone-driven teenage boys, who always paid attention to her, were very familiar with it. Many of them even imagined Liu Jiayi taking off her coat and wearing only this slim-fitting shirt that perfectly showcased her figure, fantasizing about all sorts of things.

Wang Bo, of course, was also imagining Liu Jiayi's body, and he might even have been more imaginative. In his fantasies, Liu Jiayi wasn't even wearing the shirt.

Under the hostile gazes, Wang Bo returned to his seat with a bit of trepidation. He glanced at the middle-aged teacher who continued lecturing on the podium, then casually picked up a notebook from the desk, tore off a piece of paper, and started writing, though it wasn't clear what he was writing.

Wang Bo's desk mate, a very pretty girl, looked at him with a strange expression, which was hard to interpret.

After Wang Bo finished writing, he pushed the paper to his desk mate's side but kept his eyes on the middle-aged teacher on the podium, pretending to be listening attentively.

When the girl saw the paper pushed to her, her face turned slightly red, as if she had misunderstood something. She must have thought Wang Bo was writing a love letter.

The girl opened the paper and read it.

"Xiao Tao, I have a question. Did I really snore and talk in my sleep during the last class?"

After reading the content, the girl, named Xiao Tao, was clearly stunned. The content of the note was far from what she had imagined, and there was a faint disappointment in her eyes.

Xiao Tao quickly wrote a reply, folded the paper, and pushed it to Wang Bo.

Wang Bo quickly opened the paper. Although he already knew from Liu Jiayi that he had snored and talked in his sleep, he still found it strange. Did he suddenly develop these good sleeping habits? Or did Liu Jiayi misunderstand, and the snoring and talking in sleep were actually from another student who was sleeping in the last class?

"First, I must warn you not to tear pages from other people's notebooks. That's very impolite. Second, I want to formally tell you that my name is Zhao Xiaotao. Don't call me Xiao Tao. Only my parents can call me that. Finally, I'm also very curious about your question. You did snore and talk in your sleep during the last class, and Liu Teacher heard it, which is why she was so angry. But before that, you always slept very quietly."

The handwriting was neat and elegant, truly reflecting her character, unlike Wang Bo's messy scrawl.

After reading Zhao Xiaotao's note, Wang Bo was a bit surprised. He looked at the notebook he had casually picked up, torn a page from, and then casually thrown aside. On the cover, he saw the name "Zhao Xiaotao" written in beautiful handwriting.

Wang Bo was about to write a note to apologize to Zhao Xiaotao when he suddenly felt a kick on his buttocks. Although the kick from the person behind him wasn't very painful, Wang Bo was extremely angry. Who did you think you were to kick my butt?

Wang Bo didn't write a note to Zhao Xiaotao. Instead, he leaned back tightly against the desk behind him and looked down. He saw a small, crystal-clear foot in a white leather sandal. Looking at the bare foot, Wang Bo thought, "It's not mid-summer, are you not cold wearing such cool shoes?"

What made Wang Bo even more annoyed was that the foot that had kicked him was now swinging back and forth under his buttocks, as if it was about to kick him again.

No one knew that Wang Bo was not only a bit of a pervert but also a foot fetishist. Even during Liu Jiayi's class, his eyes often lingered on her feet, often fantasizing about her taking off her shoes and socks and letting him play with her feet.

At that moment, Wang Bo was so dry-mouthed looking at the foot that he instinctively reached under his seat and quickly grabbed the foot. It felt cool and had an excellent texture, the smooth and tender skin contrasting with his rough hands, making him feel like he couldn't stop.

Just as Wang Bo was about to savor the feeling, a high-pitched scream came from behind him, making him release the foot involuntarily.

The scream drew the attention of all the students in the class to Wang Bo's back. Wang Bo felt a sense of being caught in the act, or rather, being caught red-handed.

"Ma Xiaonan, do you have something to say?" The middle-aged teacher, who was lecturing, was naturally unhappy at being interrupted. He was about to scold the student who screamed, but when he saw it was the class beauty, he changed his mind.

Only then did Wang Bo remember that the girl behind him was the famous Ma Xiaonan, the one who had observed his "brother" in the girls' restroom for a long time. Although her reputation wasn't great, she was indeed a rare beauty. The foot he had just touched was of the highest quality. Thinking about this, Wang Bo brought his fingers that had touched Ma Xiaonan's foot to his nose and smelled them. There was a faint fragrance, making Wang Bo suspect that Ma Xiaonan must have sprayed perfume on her feet. Otherwise, how could someone's feet be fragrant?

"Nothing, teacher," Ma Xiaonan said, but she didn't look at the middle-aged teacher. Instead, she glared at Wang Bo, the boy who had embarrassed her. She happened to see Wang Bo bringing his hand to his nose, which made her even more furious. She wanted to strangle Wang Bo, cursing him as a bastard and a pervert in her heart. Although she was angry, she didn't plan to expose Wang Bo.

While Ma Xiaonan was cursing Wang Bo, she forgot that she had kicked his butt first. Wang Bo was just defending himself to prevent her from continuing her attack. She had brought it upon herself.

The middle-aged teacher, a middle-aged man with a kind smile, walked over to Wang Bo's side. He wasn't coming for Wang Bo, who had been forgotten by many teachers for a long time. Even if Wang Bo died, it wouldn't cause much of a stir. Looking at the middle-aged teacher's smile, Wang Bo found it extremely disgusting and perverted. This pervert was a disgrace to the teaching profession, trampling on the country's flowers.

The middle-aged teacher passed Wang Bo's seat and stopped in front of Ma Xiaonan, still with that annoying smile. He said to Ma Xiaonan, "Xiaonan, that's not right. This is class time, and your loud noise is disturbing other students." As he spoke, his eyes scanned Ma Xiaonan's body like a rat, lingering the longest on her smooth, inviting thighs. This not only showed that the middle-aged teacher was a pervert but also that Ma Xiaonan's legs were attractive to all ages.

However, because Ma Xiaonan was in the last row, only she and her desk mate could see the middle-aged teacher's gaze. The other students could only see his back.

"Okay," Ma Xiaonan said expressionlessly, clearly disliking the middle-aged teacher and unwilling to say more to him.

"Xiaonan, come out for a moment. I want to talk to you," the middle-aged teacher said, smiling as if he didn't notice Ma Xiaonan's disgust. He then asked the students to open their textbooks and study on their own, and he walked out first.

Although Ma Xiaonan didn't want to go, she couldn't refuse the middle-aged teacher. As a student, offending him too much would have consequences. At most, she would be scolded, and he wouldn't dare to hit her.

Wang Bo watched Ma Xiaonan's back and was a bit lost in thought. Ma Xiaonan was becoming more and more beautiful, with an excellent figure and a height almost matching his. She was a tall and graceful beauty, exuding a charm rare for her age.

After Ma Xiaonan left, Wang Bo decided to continue passing notes with Zhao Xiaotao. Although Zhao Xiaotao wasn't as beautiful and charming as Ma Xiaonan, she was still an 80-point beauty. She was the type of girl who could be a good match, and if he could hook up with her, he would be overjoyed. Wang Bo thought about this and decided to continue passing notes with Zhao Xiaotao.

What Wang Bo didn't realize was that he was not only becoming more outwardly perverted but also that his dirty thoughts were becoming more intense, like a floodgate that had been opened, impossible to stop.

Wang Bo was considering how to tease his desk mate when an unpleasant sound came from outside the classroom.

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