Chapter 1

I was born in an ordinary teacher family. My father Hao Xiangqian is a track and field coach of the city sports team. He is well-known in sprinting events and has trained many first-class athletes in the province. His father's most proud disciple once represented the province to win the third place in the 100-meter National Games.

In recent years, the policies of the Provincial Sports Bureau have changed. Our city has begun to focus on cultivating young people. Good seedlings will be quickly transferred to the provincial team for development.

My father was very dissatisfied with this, but he had no choice.

In fact, when my father was young, he had a conflict with a leader of the Provincial Sports Bureau because of his youth. Now that leader has been promoted to the top leader. Although my father is in his prime as a coach, he has basically no hope of being promoted to the provincial team.

My father spent a few years in the city's track and field team, but he didn't expect to usher in a great opportunity. In recent years, the city's economy has developed greatly and has trade with cities in many Southeast Asian countries. The Municipal Sports Bureau has also started exchanges with these foreign cities. So my father is often appointed to lead a team to Southeast Asia to participate in sports meetings for primary and secondary school students, winning gold and silver.

This is a political achievement that looks very considerable on the table. The leaders of the Municipal Sports Bureau were promoted in a few years. My father's career has also turned into a second spring. Over the years, I have exchanged new houses and bought new cars. News from the province that I will transfer my father to the provincial team to train national athletes.

This time, my father led the team to Singapore to participate in the sports meeting. My father recently discovered a good seedling. According to my father's words, three words are world-class.

This sports meet also invited outstanding middle school students from Europe and the United States, so my father attached great importance to this opportunity, and the leaders also attached great importance to it, and took the disciples to practice very early.

Besides, my mother Zhang Hongyu is an English teacher in a key high school. During the period when paid tutoring became popular, because my father's income became smaller.

My mother also runs a tutoring class and makes a lot of money.

Later, my mother felt tired and stopped doing it.

In my opinion, many students were like crazy people and wanted to come to my mother for learning English without being kind. They were not here to learn English, but to stare at my mother.

My mother is very beautiful, with a goose face, white skin, tall and slim figure. In recent years, she likes to wear long hair and dresses, which is very feminine.

It just fits the current aesthetic view.

But as a teacher, my mother is very strict and likes to scold people. This is more or less inherited from her grandfather. When she was a child, she received such strict education and thought that this was the best way to educate her, so she inherited this set when she grew up.

In recent years, the Ministry of Education has issued multiple documents on banning corporal punishment from teachers. My mother has complained a lot and always said that students now cannot move. Is the school a place to raise young ladies?

Mom is very smart, so she doesn't understand why some students can't do some simple questions, and she will always scold the student who made a mistake.

But so what?

This is a world that looks at faces. When I heard that my mother was going to hold a cram school, the male students still stretched their tongues like dogs and ran to deliver money with a heavy breath.

As for my education, as a mother, my mother is merciless in education. I was scolded a lot when I was young.

Often, why do you fail even girls?, Can you not even have such a simple question?Look at the neighbor's children, don't ask me, think about it yourself, you won't be allowed to have supper if you can't make it.I felt very uncomfortable and had to endure my mother's scolding, which made me less daring to ask my mother's questions.

Finally, I said that my name is Hao Jie. When I was a child, I trained with my father, so my physical fitness was pretty good. Anyway, my grandfather said that I was better than my father in this regard.

But when I was 11 years old, my grades still did not meet the standards (my father was the standard for cultivating national athletes), so I gave up the athlete's path and focused on studying.

Because I practice physical education and have a strong body and a wild temperament, I met some slutty classmates in elementary school, and I didn’t like it and beat them just by hitting them. Of course, these spoiled little hairs are not my opponent. At most, one hits four at a time, which makes them bruised and swollen. After the beat, my parents took me home with a pale face. My mother said calmly: You like to hit, right? I will hit you enough.That night I will never forget, my butt bloomed.

I was in elementary school. After all, I have been practicing physical education for so many years, and my heart has been practicing wildly. I can't sit still in the classroom. I don't think I can blame this.

Fortunately, as I grew older, under my mother's stick, I gradually developed patience in my studies.

Regarding patience, this is a necessary condition for success. When I was practicing sports, I was wholeheartedly focused. It was only when I was in junior high school that I turned this energy into learning. Perhaps it was because of my mother's severity that played a role, and I really became interested in learning.

In addition, my mother's genetics are good, and my grades quickly improved by leaps and bounds. I was admitted to the key high school where my mother worked. My mother happened to take a graduating class and get along with her leader. In this way, I was assigned to my mother's class when I entered school.

Let’s talk about my mother’s style of class. My mother doesn’t wear formal clothes at work and rarely wears small suits, white shirts, etc.

But it is very conservative, and wearing skirts is also a long skirt that is across the knee or knee-length.

Mom can wear stockings, black and flesh-colored. Every time she wears stockings, she can always attract the attention of all the boys in the class.

She rarely smiles, has a straight face, is really serious and serious.

Because of the delicate face, this seriousness is indescribable.

Especially for serious mothers, when they smile because of a certain situation, they are like a blooming peony flower, which is fascinating.

Since last year, the school suddenly started to spread the saying of the four beautiful teachers. My mother is one of them. Jia Xiaowei, a graduate of a prestigious school who has only been teaching for 4 years. Her figure is not as big as a breast, but she is better than a young face. There is also Zhou Ya, a biology teacher who has been transferred for a year. She heard that she has just turned 35 years old and has short hair that has not crossed her shoulders. She is usually the most feminine among the four beautiful teachers. However, her face looks very heroic with short hair, her facial features are very delicate, her skin is well maintained, and her breasts are at least C. She often walks very fast and wears tight clothes. When she gets up, her breasts sway very obviously. So although she comes late, her reputation spreads the fastest. She privately calls her swaying breasts the most beautiful scenery at No. 7 Middle School.;The last thing is Wen Lihua, the leader of our grade, who teaches mathematics. Perhaps because of learning mathematics, she is a relatively old-fashioned and rational person. She is older than my mother and has a rational temperament. Her husband is a county leader, so she has a very strong status in school. For various reasons, I don’t like her very much.

As a well-known mother in the school, the boys in the class naturally have to do anything about my mother in private. Of course, everyone knows that Teacher Zhang is my mother and will not discuss it in front of me.

But I often hear discussions from boys in other classes, so they won’t avoid me, such as, have you noticed?Teacher Zhang's breasts are getting bigger and bigger, so is his butt.Just now, I followed Teacher Zhang behind her underwear. I seemed to see her underwear. What color do you guess it is?Look at the way Teacher Zhang drinks mineral water. If his mouth is holding my mouth, oh... it will definitely be so cool.

My mother also serves as an English teacher in a parallel class, and most of these words come from students in this class.

I will be very angry and disdainful when I hear this. I will treat them all as toads.

Even some male teachers are the same. They like to show their gratitude in front of my mother. Sometimes, my mother doesn’t drive, and they rush to take my mother home one by one.

And I, my mother, will always be my mother, and I have tried to consider my mother as a woman, but it was soon rejected by my moral and shameful heart.

If even the mother who raised me and educated me was fantasized, would she really be considered a human being?

I can't pass this level of myself.

I soon arrived at the third year of high school, and my grades have always been among the top three in the grade, and the city can also be ranked in the top twenty.

My father's career has improved, my grades have improved, my mother has become more and more elegant, and the whole family is filled with enviable happiness.

In the final exam of the first semester of senior high school, I made one of the city's unified examinations in the class, ranking second in the grade, and ranked sixth in the city. In fact, it was only 10 points behind our class and the first in the city.

All the teachers in the school congratulated my mother and said that my mother had raised a good son, and Tsinghua and Peking University were no problem.

I have also become the child of the neighbor's house as others call me. This envy of my parents has made me very useful. Many places have also begun to accommodate me, and they will try their best to meet the requirements I make.

For example, I want a mobile phone. Although my father considered the grades, he still bought them for the purpose of rewards. After buying them, my grades did not drop, so my parents felt more at ease.

My mother is not as strict as before, and she always smiles at me.

This is all because I gave up almost all the entertainment. On weekends, I can go out to eat cold drinks and play table tennis with my friends on the street, because they are all classmates from top classes. Even if they are playing, they will involuntarily talk about their studies while chatting.

There are many students with poor grades who blame this gap in grades on intelligence. I think this is not fair. The price that students like us pay in life is unimaginable.

I even often dream about physics problems that I haven't solved yet.

It is true that success is not just about studying, but I am just moving forward as the path my parents hope.

Even if someone says I'm a nerd, I don't care.

Although the final exam is over, there will be a week of tutoring after the winter vacation.

Because the winter this year was particularly cold and it snowed heavily, the school was afraid that students would not be safe on their way home at night, so the tutoring was originally prohibited by the Education Bureau on the surface. Although the Education Bureau adopted a turning a blind eye to the whole environment, if something happened, the school would be in trouble, so the school leaders canceled the evening self-study.

This also makes it difficult for me to spend a little more night.

This day was the fourth night after the final exam. Maybe it was because I kicked the quilt when I went to bed last night, or the cold wind blew this morning, so I felt a little dizzy, like a symptom of a cold.

I left the room to go to the living room for hot water, and the TV in the living room was playing in a very low voice to avoid disturbing me, while my mother was sitting on the sofa fiddling with her cell phone.

Seeing that my face was not very good, my mother asked me: Son, are you tired?

The living room was colder than my room. I couldn't help but shivered and said: I seem to have a little cold. Mom, do you have any cold medicine?

have.I'll go to the room to find you.My mother stood up from the sofa and put her phone on the coffee table.

I poured myself a cup of hot water, which was a little hot, and I took a sip.

At this time, my mother's cell phone rang several times.

I looked down at the screen of her phone. Several WeChat messages were displayed on the lock screen. It was sent by a man named Lin Yi. It sent a few pictures, but there was no specific content on the lock screen. Then there was a text message: This question is so distressing.

It must be a student of my mother.

After a while, my mother walked out with a plate of Gankang, and there were only two left. You can eat it first to see if it can be better.

At this time, the phone rang again. I subconsciously took a look and said, "Teacher, why don't you talk anymore? Are you asleep?"

My mother walked over quickly, handed the medicine to my hand, picked up the phone with one hand, and said: A student is asking me a question.

My mother's hands are very hot and soft.

Now my mother is very close to me, and I smell the fragrance on my mother's body. My mother actually has a gentle side.

I suddenly remembered what my mother looked like in class in summer. She was wearing long hair and was stern on the podium. Her temperament naturally made people feel awe.

In mom's class, mom will click you to answer the question even though you know you can't answer this question, and then let you stand behind the classroom with sternness.

Mom is like standing at a very high place, and we may never be able to climb up.

I once asked my mother boldly, why are you so fierce in class?

Mom thinks this is a natural truth. How can students listen to you if they are not evil?

I think this is out of old class thinking. Teachers are one level higher than students, and students must maintain unreasonable respect for teachers.

This meaning is to make students treat teachers' teachings as if they serve the imperial edict, and treat their words as golden rules.

The driving force for your learning is that you want to learn, or someone can force you to learn. You may not want to learn or listen, but your mother will force you to listen and learn.

What my mother needs to maintain is that her authority is inviolable, and teaching is also based on this foundation.

My mother was wearing a pure cotton blue pajamas, which were very thick, but her breasts were still proudly erecting.

After so many years, I have grown up and my mother is old. My mother is no longer as slim as she was when she was young. She has more fat on her waist and her figure has become plump.

When was it the first time I heard someone fantasize about my mother?

I can't remember it anymore. Thinking of this, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated. What kind of cup is my mother's breast?

B or C?

Or D?

I have no idea about this, and it is not too much to think simply that it is C or D.

The last time I touched my mother's breasts, if I remember correctly, was when I was 8 years old. I had a party at my relative's house that day. Because I played too late, I fell asleep first. So when I got home, my mother carried me upstairs.

Because of the shaking, I woke up and touched my mother's breasts while shaking. It was summer and my mother was wearing a very thin dress. The soft touch on her chest made me unable to help but touch it.

My mother didn't know that I was awake at first. When I pinched it, my mother's steps paused and I subconsciously let go.

When my mother left again, I took the courage to touch my mother's beautiful breasts. My mother continued to walk. This kind of laissez-faire made me more presumptuous. The beautiful feel made me cover my mother's beautiful breasts with both hands at the same time.

Suddenly, my mother scolded coldly: Is it ashamed to touch my breasts so big?I was so scared that I withdrew my hand and dared not speak.

I was trembling that night, afraid that my mother would hit me.

And this incident was deeply imprinted in my mind.

I ate the remaining two grains in one bite. Seeing my mother typing quickly and replying to something, I looked at me and said with concern: Let's go to bed early today and stop reading.

My mother has taken off her makeup and is bare-faced. When she is no longer strict, she still looks a little cute.

With a lot of thoughts, I nodded and said: OK.

My mother sat back on the sofa and said: I will take the college entrance examination in less than half a year, so I will hold on for a while.

Everyone says that there will be good days when you are in college, and I don’t know if it is true or not.

Don’t you know if you pass the exam?Mom paused and said: "Your Teacher Yue said that you are very close to a girl in your class?"

I was stunned. This prelude is a bit familiar... I immediately said: No, even if there is, it is a pure relationship between classmates.Teacher Yue’s full name is Yue Lijuan. What is Li Ah Juan Ah is a common word for the previous generation’s names. Although the name is vulgar, she is a very strong person. As our class teacher and Chinese teacher, she has been trying many ways to harm us.

Many people say that our class has two beautiful Master Mie Jue.

Mom said: Mom is not asking you, just like she wants to remind you that there are only a few months left before the college entrance examination. If this happens, the results will be unsatisfactory.You said, is it unfair? I'm sorry for the hard work for more than ten years.

Yes.I kept nodding, Mom, don't worry, I won't joke about my future.

Don't bother me.You are not yet an adult, of course your mother has to be responsible for you and take care of you.

I could only nod my head silently, I know.

Gentleness is only a moment, and my mother still loves preaching as always. I remembered that when my mother often wanted to hit me when she was a child, my grandfather was protecting me.

After all, my grandparents are not blood relatives with my mother. Sometimes when my mother beat me, they are not easy to help. They only saw that I was beaten for several rounds before I grabbed my mother and said that enough was enough, and the child knew that he was wrong.

My grandfather is different. When he was there, he had the majesty he had accumulated to his mother. He would take me away without hesitation and shout at his mother: Hongyu, why are you so fierce to your children? Have I ever beat you like that when you were a child?

Haven't you grown up yet?

My mother was really angry. After my grandfather said that, my mother became even more angry, but it was not easy to get angry.

Thinking about it now, because my grandfather touched his mother's bottom line.

In front of me, she is arrogant and authority is inviolable. In the eyes of my grandfather, my mother and I are both children, and they are children he loves. His words made my mother feel that she can be scolded and criticized as I am at the same level.

It made me think she would make mistakes, which is unacceptable to my mother.

Mom’s education is based on natural majesty, and there is no need to reason with you, because I am your mother, and you must listen to your mother.

If this advantage no longer exists, mom will not be mom.

So I don’t blame my mother for being even more angry, her eyes were full of anger.

My mother compromised and was no longer my proud mother.

This pride is my mother's belief.

Back to reality, my mother said to me: Go brush your teeth, wash your face and go to bed, and have a good rest.If you don't get better tomorrow, tell me earlier.

good.In front of my mother, I always say nothing but nodding.

The next day, my cold got better and I became energetic.

The first and second sections of the morning were all English classes for my mother. The interior in the south was also very cold and the classroom was not air conditioned.

The white down jacket my mother wore had a ponytail and the exquisite bangs made her look much younger.

When my mother was giving a lecture to us, I subconsciously looked at her breasts.

Mom's breasts have always been a place where mom is proud. In fact, small breasts are very common in Asian women, and many women with big breasts also taste it accompanied by obesity.

It is rare to have big breasts like my mother and have a slim figure.

Just like now, even down jackets can't wrap around the beautiful spring scenery, and the two round balls are always uncontrollable.

How great it would be if it were summer.

My mind was full of the scene in the summer of high school. In July, the temperature reached 40 degrees. There was no air conditioner installed in the classroom, and only 4 electric fans were squeaking. The coverage of these four fans did not reach the point where everyone in the classroom was comfortable. For example, the podium where my mother was located was not on the coverage.

That day in my mind, my mother was wearing a low-cut dress, revealing her fair skin on her chest.

Maybe my mother was a little annoyed by the hot weather, so that class was simply sent out the test paper for everyone to do.

My mother sat on the podium to correct the last test paper. Maybe she was tired, so she stood up.

Because the podium is a multimedia podium, it is much taller than the traditional podium, my mother naturally supported her two forearms on it and bent down to scan the situation below.

At this curve, the beautiful breasts on the chest were squeezed together, and a cleavage was about to emerge.

Adding sweat from the breast meat because it is too hot creates the ultimate temptation.

The boys below, including me, heard the sound of my mother standing up. I looked up and looked over. When I saw that, I subconsciously lowered my head and then glanced at the cleavage on my mother's chest like a thief.

My mother herself did not expect a beautiful scenery to form on her chest. She kept this position for about five minutes before she sat down again and started to correct the test paper again.

After class, I heard a few boys whispering about the spring scenery in the classroom in the back of the classroom.

If she wasn't my mother, I thought I would be involved.

During the break, I went to the bathroom and heard someone calling from behind Lin Yi. A boy walking in front of me turned around and heard the sound.

He is Lin Yi, who asked his mother last night?

He was not bad, and he had a buzz cut, his hair seemed to be dyed and slightly yellow. He had a smile on his face, looking bad, and he felt a slutty. He was about the same height as me, and someone behind 1.8 meters later walked over quickly, took his shoulders, and spoke to him. Although his voice was small, I still heard it. Is there any new progress?