Conditions

The plump young woman, ripe enough to drip, pulled off her pants, revealing buttocks round as the full moon, thrust high and pert, fair and full, smooth as jade, twisting left and right as if dodging something. Pellet after pellet of steel shot flew gently over, leaving little red marks on them and drawing soft, sobbing moans. Yet the peach between her cheeks turned wet and glistening without a shred of shame...

Who knew how many men could endure such a game of dalliance-just thinking about it set the heart racing, especially treating Liao Yu, who once wore that lofty mask, with a flavor of humiliation. Qin An, whom she had swept out the door, ought to be especially excited...

Qin An felt something stir; below his lower belly things seemed less than steady. So a thirteen-year-old boy-not only his mind understood, but his body understood some things too...

Of course Qin An would not really do such a thing. He glanced at Liao Yu...

Liao Yu stared blankly at Qin An. She could not believe what she had just heard, but seeing the trace of lust flicker through his eyes, her pretty face flushed crimson and even her ears burned with shame. This Qin An really was a hooligan...

"Your father and mother are both decent people-how did they get a son like you?" Liao Yu could not help lecturing Qin An. That a student would dare speak to a female teacher this way-Liao Yu found it even more unbelievable than Qin An threatening Luo Bofu with a slingshot just now...

"At a time like this you still haven't forgotten your teacher status?" Qin An said with disdain. "Looking at you two as a couple makes me ashamed, and you still have the mood to put on airs?"

For any teacher, the hardest thing is to bow their head before a student, and Liao Yu was no different. Gritting her teeth, under Qin An's disdainful gaze she felt utterly ill at ease, as if their roles had reversed-as if she were the one who had done wrong, the student receiving a teacher's criticism...

"What does it have to do with me? The shameless one is Luo Bofu..." Before Qin An, who knew her through and through, Liao Yu had no ground to defend Luo Bofu either...

"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest; when disaster strikes, each flies its own way... That's not bad actually. Hurry and draw a clear line between yourself and Luo Bofu. Once this gets out, you can come out clean..." Qin An sneered...

Liao Yu really did have that thought. Life with Luo Bofu was unlivable; better to divorce early. Even if Qin An spread the matter, she would not have to scheme to cover anything up...

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this... Telling wouldn't do me any good, and not telling actually has benefits... At least you won't have the face to put on that smug look in front of me again..." Qin An tossed the stack of money Luo Bofu had left into his schoolbag, ready to leave...

"So you're planning to hold this over me as leverage and threaten me?" Liao Yu was furious. She was a teacher after all; that bone-deep sense of superiority before students could not be easily erased, making her especially sensitive and unable to accept Qin An's attitude...

"Yes, threatening you... Of course, I wouldn't go so far as to want your money, or want you. I just need you to agree to two conditions..." Qin An was in no hurry to leave, standing at the door...

Want you... Liao Yu had now seen it-this student Qin An had graduated from small-time hooligan to outright old rogue, a seasoned operator. A thirteen-year-old child, talking like those middle-aged men who periodically spout dirty jokes-what was the difference?

"First condition: my business with Ye Zhulan, keep out of it. Don't nag Ye Zhulan about putting studies first, don't tell her not to mix with a poor student like me... Second condition: after the midterm exams, if my grades are still passable and I can rank in the top ten of the grade, you go bow your head to my dad and request that I transfer back to Class 68. Of course, neither my dad nor I will agree-you just have to make that gesture. You made him lose face, so you have to give him that face back..." Qin An spoke fluently and left Liao Yu alone; he was not afraid she would refuse these conditions...

"Is that how it is-then you'll agree to keep the secret?" Liao Yu chased after him...

Qin An turned back, and Liao Yu, caught off guard, crashed right into him...

Though Qin An was developing fast and shooting up in height, Liao Yu was very tall; at this point Qin An was only a bit taller than her shoulder. As he lifted his leg to head down the stairs, his whole face plunged right into Liao Yu's bosom...

Full and round, with a firm springiness pressing against his face, a rush of milky fragrance filled his nose, carrying a faint scent of milk that intoxicated the mind...

"Ouch..."

Liao Yu, however, felt the pain, covering her chest, an involuntary look of shyness spilling across her cheeks. Her skin, originally so fair it lacked color, flushed red as if about to bleed...

"Feels nice..." Qin An was too embarrassed to say the scoundrel's line about whether she wanted him to rub it for her, nor did he answer Liao Yu's question; he left on his own...

Liao Yu stood in the corridor watching Qin An leave, her face turning green then purple, but in the end she lacked the courage to call him back...

Ye Zhulan could not be counted an extremely clever student, but she was definitely not stupid; her study methods and efficiency were quite good. Liao Yu did not need to worry too much-even mixed up with Qin An, hadn't her grades stayed steady the past two years? Maintaining top five in the class, it was just a matter of whether she herself was willing to strive for the cutoff score of No. 1 Middle School...

The matter of Ye Zhulan and Qin An-Liao Yu could agree not to interfere, but to make her bow her head and openly admit before Qin Huai that her judgment was poor, that she could not teach students, that she had failed to discover Qin An's potential-Liao Yu could not bring herself to do it...

And moreover she would have to beg Qin An to transfer classes, which meant putting on a loathsome face-Liao Yu had even less face to put on...

Liao Yu gritted her teeth, then walked dazedly back to the classroom. Suddenly it hit her: she really had lost her head, pressed the whole time by Qin An's aggressive momentum-how had she forgotten that with his grades, it was completely impossible to charge into the top ten of the grade in just half a semester? Wasn't worrying about this now just borrowing trouble?

Having thought it through, though Liao Yu did not go so far as to hum a tune and dance a jig, her gloomy expression improved considerably...

Qin An returned to the Education Committee dormitory building and watched "Journey to the West" for a while at Grandma Li's place on the first floor. Then he understood: he had been right not to revisit those cartoons. Classics are meant for memory, not for savoring again...

Li Xinlan was studying in the hallway, and the look she gave Qin An was somewhat pained and indignant-clearly she still believed that Qin An, having learned to smoke, was a bad child...

Li Xinlan wore a pink half-sleeve gauze top and a skirt of the same color; through the light gauze the white skirt lining was visible, the hem pressing against her knees. But as she bent her legs, she fully exposed her young, soft, slender calves, along with a dazzling stretch of fair white thigh, tender as water, not wrapped in stockings, without a trace of excess flesh...

Qin An came up from below the stairs and saw the scenery revealed beneath her skirt as she made that movement-white cotton underwear, seemingly the favorite of girls this age. Pure, clean...

"What are you looking at?" Li Xinlan's face went red; she had spotted the problem the moment Qin An's distinctive gaze came from that direction. She dropped her book and stretched her long legs straight, her palm pressing hard against her skirt hem-a knee-length skirt that, in her view, was still too short...