Looking at Li Hongmei's towering breasts, Wen Ziyun couldn't help but think of the ecstasy he had done with other women before, and something in his body began to change.
Wen Ziyun couldn't help but swallow secretly, and his face flushed.
Li Hongmei didn't notice it at first, but as Wen Ziyun's face got closer and closer, she realized that something was wrong with Wen Ziyun.
Although Li Hongmei had never been married, she had already done what she was supposed to do. Looking at Wen Ziyun's crotch, which had bulged like a small tent, Li Hongmei's face turned black, almost dripping with ink.
You little bastard! I thought you were here to cheat for a sick leave certificate, but you turned out to be such a worthless person!
Once bitten by a snake, you'll be afraid of ropes for ten years. Li Hongmei had experienced being coerced by Liu Yicheng, and she hated the lustful and evil gazes of men. This time, Wen Ziyun had walked into her trap.
Li Hongmei gritted her teeth and put on her white coat, then sat back at her desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote a line of words on a sick leave form.
"Student, take your list and leave!" After Li Hongmei finished writing, she turned around and yelled at Wen Ziyun, who was still getting dressed. Damn it, Li Hongmei hated perverts the most! Wen Ziyun was so mean at such a young age, what a piece of shit!
"Doctor Li, I'll be right there." Wen Ziyun was still struggling with his buttons, ignoring the anger in Li Hongmei's voice. He responded without moving an inch.
"Hurry up and leave. You're not welcome here." Li Hongmei grew angrier as she thought about it. With a whoosh, she stood up from her stool and strode towards Wen Ziyun. Li Hongmei had spent several years in the army and had received specialized training, so she had a certain level of combat prowess.
"Doctor Li, what's wrong?" Wen Ziyun was a little panicked when he saw that Li Hongmei suddenly seemed like a different person, but the majestic scenery he had just seen emerged in his mind, and his eyes involuntarily slipped to Li Hongmei's chest.
Seeing Wen Ziyun's sneaky eyes, Li Hongmei became even more furious. Without thinking twice, she grabbed Wen Ziyun's arm and pushed him out of the school clinic.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts... Doctor Li, I'm here to check your injuries, why are you so fierce?" Wen Ziyun was startled by Li Hongmei's sudden rudeness and screamed.
"I'm going to hurt you! How dare you come here to tease me when you have nothing to do!" Li Hongmei shouted angrily.
"How can I not be injured? I have a stomachache! Hurry up and give me the medical report, or a sick leave certificate will do." Wen Ziyun argued. Without Li Hongmei's medical report, Wen Ziyun would have no evidence to complain to the principal. He was unwilling to let Ren Zhongyuan, the bastard, go!
Li Hongmei turned back to her desk, reached out and picked up the paper she had just written on it, walked back out the door, slapped the paper in her hand on Wen Ziyun's face, and then shouted: "Get out!"
Li Hongmei turned around and slammed the door of the school clinic, then walked towards the dean's office with heavy footsteps.
Damn, she encountered such a disgusting thing early in the morning when she got to work. Li Hongmei wanted to have a good talk with the dean of studies. Can the children of leaders just play tricks on their teachers?
After Wen Ziyun hurriedly took the paper off his face, he saw Li Hongmei's back as she left.
You bitch! What are you so crazy about?
Wen Ziyun stared at Li Hongmei with resentment, then turned his gaze to the "sick leave certificate" in his hand.
There were only eight words written on the sick leave certificate: Brain disease, take good rest.
Damn it, looking for death? Wen Ziyun was so angry that he wanted to tear up the sick leave certificate, but after thinking about it, he folded it up and put it in his jacket pocket before slowly walking towards the classroom.
Half an hour later, Qiao Xiaolian, the head teacher of Class 2, Grade 3, received a note from Wen Ziyun requesting leave. Wen Ziyun was requesting medical treatment at the hospital. Alongside the note, Wen Ziyun also attached a sick leave certificate from school doctor Li Hongmei. However, the eight words on the note had been replaced by six: "Brain disease, take good care of yourself."
Qiao Xiaolian looked at the dark area between the words "brain" and "disease" and glanced at Wen Ziyun in surprise.
"Teacher, I have a headache. School Doctor Li suggested taking a few days off to rest and go to the hospital for a thorough checkup." Wen Ziyun suppressed a smile, but inwardly he was beaming. He was clever enough to figure out how to recycle sick leave notes. This time, he had to take advantage of this opportunity to get his cousin to take him to the bar again.
"Wen Ziyun, you have to go back to school early after the hospital check-up! The college entrance examination is coming soon, time waits for no one!" Qiao Xiaolian had no choice but to persuade him helplessly when she saw this. When Wen Ziyun first arrived at Chaoyang Middle School as a freshman, his grades were quite good. He was in the top three in the class and in the top thirty in his grade. Since last semester, for some unknown reason, Wen Ziyun's grades have been declining. Qiao Xiaolian talked to Wen Ziyun several times and asked Wen Ziyun to tell his parents to come to the school. Wen Ziyun agreed every time, but his parents never came, and Wen Ziyun's grades did not improve at all. She was really worried.
"Okay, Teacher Qiao, I will study hard when I have time." Wen Ziyun agreed obediently, then took the pass issued by Qiao Xiaolian and went to the school gate.
Students in the high school department of Chaoyang Middle School can go home on Saturdays. They cannot leave the school gate at other times without a pass from their class teacher.
Alas! This child is smart, but it's a pity that he doesn't use his brain in studying. Qiao Xiaolian looked at Wen Ziyun's joyful back, and a trace of helplessness appeared on her wrinkled face.
Qiao Xiaolian was fifty-five years old this year and was due to retire in March. However, she still had over fifty children in Class Two of Grade 3, and with the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination) only three months away, she couldn't bear to abandon them. With three months to go before a new head teacher, and the children getting used to it all, it was better for her to work a little harder for three more months.
Qiao Xiaolian has been a teacher for decades, with extensive teaching experience. How could she not understand the little tricks played by Wen Ziyun? And she even said, "I'll study hard when I have time"? Does that mean I don't need to study if I don't have time?
Oh, and she needed to talk to Dr. Li about this. She could write one sick note so riddled with holes, but she couldn't let another one come up. Eighteen-year-olds were still children, full of playful spirits. Dr. Li couldn't encourage them.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaolian quickly stood up and went to the school clinic to find Li Hongmei.
After Wen Ziyun left the school gate, he felt that the sky was particularly blue and the air was particularly fresh.
Ever since he and He Jingjing had the forbidden fruit, Wen Ziyun felt like a new door had opened up. Now, he had no interest in studying. All he could think about was the thrill of doing that kind of thing.
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