Chapter 50: Lun Sang High School (2)
Jiang Ting was dressed in a crisp shirt and suit trousers, holding a lesson plan. Behind his thin-framed glasses, his dark pupils held not a trace of a smile.
A stern teacher through and through.
The student NPCs feared him, but Song Weiyang didn't.
Song Weiyang straightened up, draped an arm over Ji Ning's shoulder, and popped the candy she'd been eating into his own mouth. Without a hint of fear, he said, "As you can see, we're having an early romance, Teacher."
Ji Ning had been a good girl since childhood. Deep in her bones, her reaction to a teacher was like a mouse facing a cat—naturally restrained.
Seeing Jiang Ting dressed like this among a crowd of students, she couldn't help but feel a surge of fear.
What's more, Jiang Ting's words carried a taste of vinegar, making Ji Ning feel not just like she'd been caught by a teacher, but also like she'd been caught cheating by an ex-boyfriend...
Ji Ning instinctively shrank into Song Weiyang's embrace.
The hand Jiang Ting held his lesson plan with silently bulged with veins.
Feeling like he'd pushed it far enough, Song Weiyang pulled Ji Ning away along the edge of the crowd. "Class is about to start, let's go, let's go."
Jiang Ting's gaze followed the pair of teenagers stepping onto the stairs, landing on the girl's long, shapely legs beneath her short skirt.
With the motion of climbing the steps, her skirt hem flew up high, dangerously close to revealing the white underwear beneath. A patch of creamy white at the base of her thighs, dazzlingly beautiful.
Jiang Ting recalled the image of that creamy white skin smeared with cloudy white fluid, and only then did his mood improve slightly.
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Song Weiyang pulled Ji Ning back to the fifth floor. But just as the two sat down in the classroom, Jiang Ting walked in through the front door a moment later.
Ji Ning: ...
The previously buzzing classroom went quiet for an instant, then erupted into even more fervent chirping.
Jia Shuang nudged Ji Ning with her elbow. "Don't you think Teacher Jiang looks even more handsome today?"
Ji Ning looked up. Seeing Jiang Ting looking her way, she averted her gaze and nodded randomly. "Yeah." It was true, the fiercer he looked, the more handsome he was.
Jia Shuang rested her chin on her hand and sighed. "Behind us we have a celebrity campus heartthrob, in front of us we have a male model teacher. I just don't know which one is more impressive. Ning-Ning, what do you think?"
There was no telling what went on in this little girl's head, but she'd conjured two erotic images simultaneously in Ji Ning's mind.
Song Weiyang was thick, Jiang Ting was long. Song Weiyang had a soft tongue, Jiang Ting had a perky butt. Song Weiyang was fast, Jiang Ting could thrust deep...
Ji Ning shook her head to dispel the memories and responded dismissively, "Both are impressive, both are impressive."
As the intense scenes of physical struggle faded, another handsome face gradually became clear. Ji Ning silently wondered where the most impressive person of all was right now.
Memories of Xing Ye surfaced one by one. Just thinking about them was pleasing to both body and mind.
"Ning-Ning, Ning-Ning, stop spacing out. Teacher Jiang is calling you up to solve a problem."
Her arm was grabbed and shaken by Jia Shuang, waking Ji Ning from her reverie.
"Huh?" She looked up blankly and saw a problem with numerous letters and numbers copied onto the blackboard. Beside it, circles and triangles intersected on the xy-axes of a diagram, as incomprehensible as a prehistoric civilization's pictographs.
And of all things, Jiang Ting just had to be a math teacher?!
Ji Ning woodenly stood up and, under the gaze of the entire class, walked up to the podium. She pulled out a piece of chalk and held it in her hand, facing the blackboard and the problem.
Jiang Ting stood right beside her.
He was a full head and a half taller than Ji Ning. The disparity in height brought immense pressure, and before she could prepare herself, Ji Ning shuddered involuntarily.
"We went over this last lesson. Student Ji, show everyone how it's done."
Jiang Ting's low, husky voice rang out by her ear. Though it was very pleasant to hear, the content was so terrifying that the base of one of Ji Ning's ears immediately flushed red.
The students below whispered to each other. Everyone knew Ji Ning wouldn't be able to solve it, so no one cared how the problem turned out; it was more about the excitement of watching a spectacle.
Ji Ning's academic performance before her death had only been above average, though her attitude towards learning had always been good. So even now, having long returned all this knowledge to her teachers, she still held knowledge in great reverence.
She raised her arm and wrote a large "Solution" below the problem.
Then, she entered a prolonged state of frozen stagnation.
"Good attitude. You could get two points on an exam for that." Jiang Ting moved behind her, propping his chalk on the blackboard and writing out the solution step by step. "Don't be afraid, the teacher will go through it with you again."
His fingers were long and clean, as restrained and pristine as his face, and the letters he wrote were in beautiful cursive.
On the surface, everything seemed normal.
However, beneath the cover of the podium, Jiang Ting's erect cock pressed through his trousers against Ji Ning's waist. Her bottom was tightly pressed against him, and as he moved slightly while writing and drawing, they slowly rubbed together.
Ji Ning's other ear also took on a peachy hue. The thrill of this public teasing caught her off guard, making her wet instantly.
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