Time flies, and before you know it I’m in high school! This time I was assigned to a class with fewer beautiful women. The beautiful people all went to the liberal arts class 4, our class is a science class. The class teacher is not good-looking, is a 40-plus big woman. But the class teacher of class 4 is the language teacher of our class, she looks good, about 30 years old, and a twin sister.
The first semester of high school I was at the same table with my best friend, who also went to a university with me later. Our dorms also played opposite doors, and he was a bisexual. His uncle is the vice mayor of our city, and last year he also bagged two female students to play in our city’s high school, and basically he went double dating every week. A few times I was invited to go, but I’m not interested in little girls. I like big sister type of beautiful women.
The class teacher probably saw me and he often talk small talk in class, so he changed me to a desk. This female deskmate called – Xi
shawl hair. She is the kind of little girl type, often with people outside the school. At that time, because of my family’s good condition, I had a cell phone in junior high school. She often asked me to borrow the phone to use. I used to think she was ugly, and then one time our school had a cultural performance. A few male students took advantage of our rehearsal at a classmate’s house to watch an AV (no code), I suddenly found that she looked quite similar to the AV actress. I was interested in her, and often talked to her about some of the more erotic topics. Sometimes she asked me to borrow the phone when I have to make some small requests. Such as: touching thighs and touching boobs, but that’s all. Once she asked me if I liked her, I was confused and said I didn’t like her. A few weeks later she found a guy from another school as her boyfriend. I’m so stupid! I’m so stupid!
Later I changed a female desk called – Hanging, short hair long very fresh kind. She and I also have a good relationship, and once she confessed to me, but I was obsessed with reading novels in the Phantom Sword Book League, so I refused. Now I think it’s silly.
The best thing is that in the second semester of my senior year, a female art teacher was transferred from my former junior high school to our school. She was only 27-8 years old, she was very nice to me and often called me to play in her office. At that time, because I was obsessed with reading novels my grades plummeted and I failed to make up the exam. She was the invigilator, and she actually helped me write the paper before sending it to me. I also often went to her dormitory to play, she kept telling me to learn to draw with her, saying that in the future, good university entrance. I went back and asked my mom, who said I didn’t need to, so I pushed. She got married in her senior year of high school!
