I think my dad purposely called me to tell me he slept with a drunk Auntie Ren for a night to show off.
Because not many people know about their relationship. Other than me, probably only Auntie Ren's father and brother, and Director Cao.
It's not like they're husband and wife. If you hugged someone else's daughter and sister for a night, you can't show them off unless you want to get beaten up.
As for Director Cao, although he was Dad's bad friend, it was precisely because he was too "talkative" that nothing good came out of his mouth. He might even laugh at Dad for being pedantic, thinking that women were perfect for him when they were drunk and that he had wasted the hotel money by hugging them for a night.
So after thinking about it, the only person I can show off to is my own son! Also, he didn't say it out loud, but made me take the initiative to ask — — dad, you're too much! If you have the time to do this, why don't you hurry up and propose to Auntie Ren!
I asked my dad how Auntie Ren would react to him hugging her to sleep after she sobered up. My dad stammered and refused to say. He probably got beaten up by Auntie Ren, but it wasn't too serious.
"Dad, that's enough! I have to go to class! You should hurry up and take care of some business! Don't forget to take care of the online store's business and practice your cooking when you have time! Didn't Auntie Ren say she won't marry you if your cooking is too bad! "
My dad agreed. I put away my phone and entered the classroom to prepare for the second class.
This was a history class. Xiao Qin had a history textbook in her desk, so she didn't have to read it with me. She felt it was a pity.
The history teacher who once had a nosebleed because Gong CaiCai's breasts exceeded the standard for middle school students walked back and forth on the podium while shaking his head and talking about the Italian Renaissance.
"Students, have any of you heard of the Italian poet Dante's' Divine Comedy '?"
"I know!" A few boys rushed to answer, "Dante is the male lead of 'Devil May Cry'! Dual guns and a greatsword are so cool! "
"It's just that the fifth generation Dante is too lame, he's basically a left-handed loser …"
"Hey! Don't look down on the fifth generation Dante, he's still pretty handsome as long as his face is covered! "
The history teacher was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He slammed his hand on the podium.
"Your batch of students is the worst batch I've ever taught! You only know how to play games all day instead of studying! You don't know who the historical Dante is, right? I'll give you one more chance! Who was Da Vinci? Whoever mentions the game again will be punished to stand in the hallway! "
"Leonardo da Vinci was a painter …" someone replied weakly.
Just as the history teacher was about to praise him, someone else continued, "In 'The Da Vinci Code', it's said that Da Vinci was the head of the Priory of Mount Calvary and was responsible for protecting the descendants of Jesus. How awesome!"
"Da Vinci is the boss of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Wielding dual blades! "
"Tsk tsk tsk, actually, there's an adult version of 'The Da Vinci Code'. I won't tell most people …" This was the despicable Eunuch Cao.
The history teacher felt a lump in his chest, and he staggered, as if he had been hit by Ghost Weep's Dante's guns and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's blades. His expression was extremely ugly.
"Everyone, please remain silent!" The class leader restrained from the back, "I've already noted down all the people who disrupted the class. If you do it again, you'll have to write a self-reflection!"
The class quieted down, and the history teacher nodded gratefully at Shu Sha. As a 40-year-old history teacher, she was only slightly better than the homeroom teacher, but she often couldn't control her students.
"Hmm, now everyone flip to page 5, let's look at Da Vinci's portrait …"
During class, the hallway was quieter than the classroom, but at this moment, the sound of leather footsteps could be heard in the quiet hallway.
It was neither fast nor slow, neither too fast nor too slow, and it was quite similar to Ghost Weep's footsteps as he wandered among demons and ghosts.
Everyone's attention, including the history teacher, was attracted by the footsteps. The owner of the footsteps quickly stopped in front of class 3-3's door, and then pushed the door open without knocking.
It was Zhuang Ni, who walked in with a gloomy aura of hell.
She didn't wear a school uniform like most of the other students. Instead, she wore a black half-sleeved dress, a pair of translucent black stockings, and a pair of pointy, spiked shoes (also black) with a slight heel.
Her long black hair draped over her shoulders. Although it wasn't as long as her work hair, it did grow a bit during the summer. Just like before, Zhuang Ni used her bangs to cover half of her face. The other half of her face was sickly pale. The only part that was exposed was her left eye. Due to lack of sleep, there were dark circles under her eyes, like smoky makeup.
After Zhuang Ni walked into the classroom, it was even quieter than when the class leader was maintaining order. If we were to use a western fantasy setting as an analogy, it would be like a group of ignorant villagers seeing a respectable paladin or a merciless necromancer.
It's said that black makes one look skinnier. Zhuang Ni came in wearing black and stood against the snow-white walls. It made her look even skinnier than usual. She was so skinny that it wouldn't be strange if she immediately floated.
Zhuang Ni was carrying a black backpack with a pentagram pattern in one hand. She didn't greet the history teacher and walked towards her seat in the middle of the classroom.
She had a "don't care about anything" attitude in her movements. She looked strange and decadent, but also a bit noble and free.
It was like a black feather left behind by a crow that flew to the battlefield after feasting on the flesh and blood of the nobles with a sense of mockery.
After Zhuang Ni took two steps, the history teacher remembered that he was in the middle of a class.
"Hey! What's wrong with you? At least say 'teacher, I'm late'! "
Zhuang Ni stopped in her tracks, holding her bag as if she was holding someone's head. She looked at the male history teacher as if he was a piece of trash and did not say a word.
The history teacher shuddered. He probably also remembered that this was the demon Zhuang Ni who gave the entire school headaches. But for the sake of his reputation as a teacher, he had to criticize Zhuang Ni a bit.
Thus, he braced himself and raised his voice in a threatening manner.
"Do you know what day today is? Today is September 3rd, the first day of school! Also, today is the anniversary of China's victory in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression! The democratic party 'Jiu 3 Society' was named to commemorate this day! "
The history teacher didn't forget to popularize history knowledge even after scolding his students. He was truly a good example of a good teacher in China.
"On this memorable day, you're late to school. Are you worthy of the millions of revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed themselves to defeat the Japanese invaders? Write a self-reflection letter and hand it in before school ends! "
After the history teacher said this, the classroom was silent. Everyone was curious about Zhuang Ni's reaction.
The class leader didn't say anything for the time being. Zhuang Ni was the only troublesome person in class 3-3 that the class leader didn't know how to deal with. Moreover, Zhuang Ni didn't forget to flirt with the class leader. She would kiss and hug whenever she wanted, causing the class leader to avoid her like the plague.
Like the king of hell was disturbed by a pitiful mortal, Zhuang Ni frowned slightly and said faintly: "Please don't talk to me casually, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment."
The history teacher slammed the table angrily, "The entire class is watching, how did I sexually harass you!?"
Zhuang Ni's voice still seemed to come from deep space: "Your existence itself is sexual harassment, all men are filthy things like that."
"Enough!" The class leader couldn't help but stand up and yell at Zhuang Ni, "I texted you to come back to class, not to talk back to the teacher! Go back to your seat! "
Originally, the matter ended like this to save some face for the history teacher. Anyway, the history teacher wasn't the only one who couldn't win against Zhuang Ni. Even the dean and the vice-principal couldn't afford to provoke Zhuang Ni.
But for some reason, the history teacher was a bit obsessed today and wanted to teach Zhuang Ni a lesson.
"Your attitude is disrespectful to all educators! Go stand in the hallway as punishment! You're not allowed to come in and listen to my class! "
"Strong on the outside but weak on the inside …" Zhuang Ni commented in a low voice, then she threw her backpack on the ground, lifted the hair that was covering the right side of her face, and revealed her right eye.
The history teacher immediately took a step back on the podium, as if he was afraid that Zhuang Ni would shoot a laser from her right eye, or something unscientific.
But Zhuang Ni only bent her pale, vampire-like fingers into a hook shape, aimed at the right eye socket, and made an action as if she was going to dig out the eyeball.
Her fingertips already touched the cornea, and the strength of her hand didn't seem to be for show at all. The twisted smile that came from the pleasure of self-mutilation made everyone shudder.
"What, what are you doing!" The history teacher was scared.
"Oh, this eye is often covered by my hair, so I basically don't need it …"
"Stop, stop! Don't do this in my class! Go back to your seat! I don't need you to stand as punishment! "
"No." Zhuang Ni continued to make an effort to dig out her right eye, "If I don't pay the price, I would be letting down the martyrs who shed their blood."
The eye is an extremely fragile organ. The history teacher wanted to stop Zhuang Ni, but he was afraid of making things worse, so he didn't know what to do. He trembled all over, and if he didn't hold onto the podium, he would have knelt down.
In a flash, the class leader moved like a gust of wind from the back of the classroom to Zhuang Ni's side. As if she was arresting a criminal, she twisted Zhuang Ni's hands behind her back and brought her back to her seat.
"Class leader, you're hurting me." Although she said that, Zhuang Ni did not resist at all, and her expression seemed to be enjoying it.
"I'm sorry, I'll have Zhuang Ni write out her reflection letter before school ends." The class leader apologized to the history teacher on behalf of Zhuang Ni.
The history teacher wiped the sweat on his forehead, waved his hand and said: "No need, it would be a great help if she doesn't die in my class …"
Zhuang Ni glanced in my direction before sitting down on her seat that she hadn't sat in for a long time. Her eyes contained an intense hatred that didn't belong to this world.
As expected, she won't let me go? Is it because I kissed the class leader in front of her and slapped her in the face, so her main goal is to get rid of me?
As if she could read the worry in my expression, she vowed: "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you from Zhuang Ni."
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