Chapter 31: Argument

The elevator door opened and closed. After two minutes of struggling, I finally got out of the elevator.

My mother didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at me, and walked out expressionlessly.

I followed my mother closely, not daring to breathe, and could only lower my head in silence.

My mother didn’t talk to me all the way to the parking space downstairs. I was a little scared. Even if my mother got angry and scolded me, I could accept it. What I was most worried about was that my mother would treat me coldly and ignore me.

“Beep ... Beep...”

When we got to the parking space, my mother pressed the car key. I quickly stepped forward to open the car door for my mother and said with a flattering smile: “Mom, I’ll open the car door for you.”

“Get out of the way.” My mother pushed me away, got into the car, and slammed the car door hard.

“Boom ... Boom...”

There were two roaring accelerator sounds, and then the white Volkswagen CC sped away.

“Mom, Mom! I haven’t gotten in the car yet!”

I ran behind her, shouting loudly, but my mother had no intention of slowing down.

From the rearview mirror, I saw my mother’s expressionless face. After glancing at me coldly, the car drove out of the gate of the community.

I stood there discouraged, waved my fists twice as if to vent, and sighed: “She must be angry this time.”

“I’m late again.” I looked at the entrance of the community with a depressed face.

In the elevator, I couldn’t control myself. I just went with the flow and rubbed twice more.

Is there any need to be so angry?

Alas...

Thinking this in my heart, I still carried my schoolbag and ran out of the community.

The first class today is the class of the head teacher. Although it’s not a big deal to be late, I will definitely be punished by standing.

After leaving the community gate, I waited for two minutes at the bus stop but didn’t see the bus coming. A taxi happened to come, so I waved my hand to stop it and sat in the back seat, “Master, No. 2 Middle School.”

“No, young man, I have to take this girl to the Second Hospital first, and then I can take you to school.”

Although I was a little anxious, there was nothing I could do, first come first served.

“Okay, okay, master, please hurry up, I’m going to be late.”

“Oh, how about you wait for another one? Don’t delay your school?” The master turned his head and looked at me.

I was a little impatient: “Master, please drive quickly, there are no other taxis on this road.”

“Okay.” The master smiled embarrassedly and started the car quickly.

“Master.” A crisp voice sounded, it was the woman sitting in the passenger seat, she said: “Send this classmate to school first, and then take me to the hospital.”

The master glanced at me, and then said readily: “Okay.”

“Then young man, I’ll take you to school first.”

As soon as I heard it, I knew that I had met a good person, and hurriedly thanked the woman in the passenger seat: “Thank you, sister.”

“You’re welcome.” The woman turned around and replied with a chuckle.

At this time, I suddenly realized that this woman was familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere.

But I couldn’t remember it for a while.

“Young man, we’re here.”

“Thank you, master.”

After paying the money, I got off the car and walked straight to the school gate.

Thinking of the woman sitting in the passenger seat, I turned around and looked again, and the taxi had gone far away.

I didn’t think much about it, and hurried to the teaching building.

When I arrived at the classroom door, the head teacher was already standing on the podium.

“Report!”

The eyes of the whole class were focused on me, and the head teacher turned around and looked at me coldly.

“Come in.”

With the permission of the head teacher, I quickly sat down in my seat, which was on the side of the desk.

At this time, the head teacher frowned and glanced at me again: “Who told you to sit down?”

I had no choice but to stand up again.

Just now I thought I wouldn’t be punished to stand today, but I was happy for only three seconds.

“Okay, morning reading.” The head teacher ignored me and sat down after saying that.

I stood straight, holding the Chinese book in my hand, and I was not noticeable in the wave of reading of the whole class.

After morning reading, the first class was Chinese, followed by my mother’s math class.

Five minutes before the second class, my mother walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers in her hand, accompanied by the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

I tried to lower my head, not wanting my mother to notice me.

But I don’t know whether my mother did it intentionally or unintentionally, she stopped and stood in front of me, facing the whole class and said: “Everyone, put away the books on the table, or put them on the ground, because we will have an exam in this class.”

Then, my mother turned her eyes to Jiang Yueyue: “The class representative, come up and get the papers and hand them out.”

The math class representative was Jiang Yueyue. I don’t know what my mother’s mood was at this time. I looked up slightly and happened to meet her eyes.

My mother’s eyes were calm and indifferent. After looking at me coldly, she raised her head and coughed lightly: “You can’t finish it in one class, but you can write as much as you can. Don’t cheat.”

After that, my mother’s voice gradually became cold: “If I find anyone who dares to look around and hand in cheat sheets, you won’t have to attend my class in the future!”

Although my mother was talking to the whole class, I always felt that my mother’s attention and eyes were on me.

Maybe she was warning me again?

Because of what happened in the elevator this morning, I was already a little absent-minded, not to mention that my mother moved a stool and sat in front of me as if she was monitoring me, her eyes were also focused on my test paper.

As soon as I stopped writing, my mother’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed and stared at me, making me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles, as if there were thorns on the bench.

Fortunately, my mother sat for a few minutes and then got up and walked around the classroom.

I breathed a sigh of relief and turned my head to sneak a glance at my mother. I thought, my mother still gave me such a strong sense of oppression. I don’t know when I can face my mother in a normal state of mind without being so nervous.

While turning the pen, I recalled the morning in the elevator, when my penis poked my mother’s fat buttocks, which was exciting and heart-warming...

“Pah!”

I was slapped on the neck, and I suddenly woke up, and quickly sat up and looked at the questions carefully.

I didn’t dare to turn my head to look at the person behind me, because I knew it must be my mother.

I don’t know how many minutes or how long it has been.

My mother sat in front of me again, squinting at me with her eyes, giving me an invisible sense of danger.

Is my mother spying on me?

Although I was a little nervous, after being stared at by my mother for a long time, I was so upset that I adjusted my mood and relaxed.

I twisted my butt uneasily, moved the stool, shook my stiff neck, stretched my legs under the desk, and kicked forward, trying to relax the muscles in my legs.

But just as I kicked out, I suddenly felt that I kicked something.

Soft...

My heart skipped a beat, and I figured it out in an instant.

It was just my mother’s legs, how did they stretch under my desk?

I looked up at my mother, my eyes full of embarrassment, and my mother also looked at me with big eyes, looking angry but unable to vent.

Although she knew I didn’t mean it, she still stood up and stepped on me hard, and then pretended to tidy up her dress and sat down.

I muttered to myself, but I was quite happy in my heart.

As long as my mother hits me, it means that I still have a chance to reform and be forgiven.

Next, every time I finish a question, I deliberately look up and grin at my mother.

The angry mother looked at me with gritted teeth, wanting to vent her anger on me but unable to hit me, looking angry but helpless.

In the end, my mother simply got up and walked away.

After the get out of class and the exam were over, my mother walked in front of me, knocked on my desk, and said, “Come out with me.”

My heart tightened, but at the same time I relaxed.

At worst, my mother would beat me up, as long as she paid attention to me.

The corridor outside the classroom.

My mother looked at me seriously. The thick stack of test papers in her hand was rolled up like a thick rolling pin by her mother. I stood in front of her in fear, fearing that the “rolling pin” would fall on me.

After hesitating for a while, I slowly said, “Mom, what’s the matter with you?”

My mother narrowed her eyes and sneered, “What do you think?”

I lowered my head and started to worry. What was my mother talking about?

Was it the incident in the elevator this morning? Or was it the incident when I deliberately made trouble in class? I kept muttering in my heart.

But my mother didn’t mention it, so I had to take the initiative to admit my mistake. I looked up at her and said sincerely, “Mom, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to do that in the elevator this morning.”

“Shut up!” My mother immediately scolded me in a low voice, and then glanced at the classmates coming and going in the corridor, and then lowered her voice to warn me, “If you say one more word, I’ll throw you down from here!”