Chapter 20: Fighting wits and courage with female classmates

Before I could react, my mother’s face suddenly became furious. She slapped me on the head and cursed: “Gu Xiaonuan! Are you asking for a beating again!”

I quickly begged for mercy: “Mom, mom, I was wrong ... Ouch, don’t hit my head, I’m going to be beaten stupidly.”

“Can you learn something good?! I really want to beat you to death!” Mom patted my head and cursed at me, as if she had endless anger to vent, hitting my head again and again.

“Mom ... Ouch, I really didn’t mean it, please don’t hit me, I’m really stupid.” I quickly covered my head and begged for mercy.

Mom finally stopped, panting, staring at me with unkind eyes, “You’ll be angry to death!”

After that, my mother got up and left the bedroom angrily.

“Mom, where are you going?” I shouted behind me, thinking, Mom won’t ignore me, right?

After a while, when I was about to get up and go out to take a look, my mother came back angrily, threw a box at me, and said, “Apply it yourself!” Then she turned around and went out again.

I picked it up and saw that it was the external medicine prescribed by the hospital, which was specially used to treat injuries from falls and falls.

I smiled. My mother actually felt sorry for me. She was just a softhearted person with a sharp tongue. She beat me more fiercely.

Although my knee hurt, my mother didn’t leave me alone at home in the afternoon. She helped me downstairs and drove me to school.

This time, she didn’t leave me halfway, but drove me directly into the campus.

The moment I got off the car, I seemed to feel what a highlight moment was. All the male classmates around me cast envious eyes at me, and some of them looked unkind and wanted to eat me up, because the most beautiful female teacher in the school, my mother, Ning Qiuwan, was standing next to me.

For this, I can only say that I understand them, and I’m sorry. You probably won’t have a chance in your next life.

The last class in the afternoon was physical education. As a student who was about to enter the third year of high school, this physical education class was our last happy time.

But my knee was injured, so I had to ask for leave to stay in the classroom.

Jiang Yueyue got a glass of water, put it on my desk, said a few words, and followed me out of the classroom.

In the classroom, there were only two people left, Zhang Xiaomin and I. It was common for her to skip physical education classes. Every time she had a stomachache or a headache, if you say she really hurt, no one is sure if it is true. If you say she is pretending, no one dares to guarantee it. If something really happens, the physical education teacher can’t afford it. Over time, the physical education teacher was too lazy to care about her.

“Gu Xiaonuan, you don’t go to physical education class either?”

I turned my head and glanced at her. I saw that she had a ponytail, big eyes, two small tiger teeth, and two shallow dimples. She was very cute, but everyone who knew her knew that her personality was completely incompatible with this cute face. Wildness was probably her most powerful label.

I didn’t even turn my head: “No.”

“What? Your leg isn’t healed yet.”

“No.”

Zhang Xiaomin covered her mouth and laughed: “Is it lame?”

I raised my eyebrows: “Can you speak?” I picked up a piece of exercise paper and crumpled it into a ball, turned around and threw it at her.

Zhang Xiaomin dodged the paper ball to the side and chuckled: “I’m just kidding you, so stingy.”

I snorted twice, too lazy to pay attention to her, took out my phone from the desk, and found a full-body massage video that looked quite professional.

I finally touched my mother’s beautiful feet at noon today, but because my massage skills were not good enough, I wasted an opportunity in vain, so I think it is necessary to learn it well, especially foot massage, which needs to be strengthened.

The next time I massage my mother, I must use all my skills to make my mother’s bones soft and tendons soft, and float like a fairy.

I was bent over the desk, watching it with great interest, when suddenly there was a figure beside me, blocking the light.

I thought it was the class teacher inspecting, so I was shocked. I quickly threw my phone in. When I looked up, it turned out to be Zhang Xiaomin. I said unhappily: “What are you? You walk without making any sound...”

“What do you mean I walk without making any sound? You are watching too hard, okay?” Zhang Xiaomin stared at me with a smile: “What are you looking at? Let me see it too?”

I shook my head: “No, no, it’s not suitable for girls.”

“I’m an adult!”

“Aren’t you not yet a parent? How did you become an adult?”

Zhang Xiaomin looked proud: “I’ll be a parent soon! ... Only two months away.”

I squinted at her: “Two months away? Aren’t you still a minor?”

“You...” Zhang Xiaomin looked at me angrily: “Why can you watch it? Why can’t I?”

“I’m an adult! Besides, what did I watch? I didn’t watch anything.” I spread my hands and pretended not to know.

Zhang Xiaomin snorted, looked at me mysteriously, her eyes were smart, bent down and whispered in my ear: “Don’t think I don’t know, you must be watching porn, right?”

I turned my head and looked at her with wide eyes, with a look of surprise.

Zhang Xiaomin pouted complacently: “I guessed it right, right?”

I didn’t refute or confirm, but asked curiously: “You also know about porn?”

“Not only do I know, I...” Zhang Xiaomin hesitated as she spoke.

I stared at her with a smile and continued: “Have you seen it?”

“What?

No?”

“Yes, of course it’s okay.” I nodded affirmatively, and then looked puzzled: “Is the porn good?”

Zhang Xiaomin was immediately dumbfounded, staring at me with disbelief: “You ... haven’t seen it? Then what did you just watch?”

I shook my head in confusion, but I was almost laughing in my heart. This silly girl is too fun to tease.

Zhang Xiaomin’s eyes widened, her face full of disbelief: “Who are you kidding? Are you kidding a ghost?”

“I’m not kidding you, I really haven’t seen it.” I pretended to be ignorant, and almost believed that I hadn’t seen it, let alone her, and asked uncertainly: “You really haven’t seen it?”

“Really.”

“Then take out your phone and show it to me, do you dare?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Then I took out my phone and shook it, just about to give it to her, but then I thought it was wrong, why should she look at my phone?

So, I looked at her with a smile: “What if what I just saw was not a porn film?”

Zhang Xiaomin was stunned: “That proves that you really haven’t seen porn films, what else can you say?”

“How can that be, I haven’t seen it in the first place, but you don’t believe me and insist that I prove it to you, but if I show it to you, wouldn’t it be an invasion of my privacy?”

Zhang Xiaomin hesitated: “This...”

“So, if you open your phone and it’s not a porn film, you have to compensate me with something, right?”

Hearing the word compensation, Zhang Xiaomin immediately took a step back and looked at me warily: “What do you want to do?”

I forced a dry laugh: “I say, do you need to react so strongly?”

“Yes.” Zhang Xiaomin nodded vigorously, with a serious face: “You are a pervert.”

“Why am I a pervert?”

“You ... are a pervert.”

“Then may I ask, what did I pervert you about?”

“You perverted Xiao Yueyue.”

What? I looked at her with wide eyes, speechless. This could even be related to Jiang Yueyue? Could it be that Jiang Yueyue has a habit of sharing her boudoir sex with others?

Impossible.

“I won’t talk to you anymore. You’re getting further and further away.” I put the phone in the desk pocket and lay back on the desk again, turning my head to the other side.

However, Zhang Xiaomin was still a little unwilling and pushed my shoulder, “Hey, you haven’t shown it to me yet.”

I was a little annoyed by her noise, and I frowned: “Why should I show it to you? Who are you?”

“If you don’t show it to me, I’ll take it myself.”

What does it mean?

When I turned around, Zhang Xiaomin had already put her hand into my desk pocket, and I hurriedly put my hand in to stop her.

However, after putting my hand in, I didn’t touch the phone, but a soft and slippery little hand.

At first, I didn’t come to my senses. Is the phone so soft? Does the phone have temperature? I pinched it subconsciously twice, and then I realized that it was not the phone, but Zhang Xiaomin’s hand.