Teacher (Lily Futa) - Chapter 1

Today a new teacher arrived at Beixian No.1 High School. According to Wang Yue — the person with the best gossip network in the class — this teacher has quite the background. She was most likely sent down from the city level, and even the principal was nodding and bowing to her.

But what the hell does that have to do with Qin Lang?

Anyway, the new teacher wasn’t assigned to their graduating class. homeroom teachers for senior year threes usually stick with the same class from the first year of high school; transfers almost never happen. And that old fart of a homeroom teacher couldn’t control her anyway.

So Qin Lang and the old man mutually despised each other. She simply skipped his supervised evening self-study session and slipped off to the bar to rave with her pack of scoundrel friends.

It’s 7:30 p.m. now — first period of evening study. The class group chat is buzzing like crazy, messages flying by fast. Qin Lang presses the screen of her constantly vibrating phone to turn it off and flips it face-down on the table.

Naturally, she also misses the frantic warning message from her little underling.

“Boss!! We got a new homeroom teacher!! She took attendance!! You’re the only one missing today! She asked the old man where you were and he sold you out! RUN BOSS RUN!!”

Right now Qin Lang is in the middle of dancing hard. She shrugs off her leather jacket, tosses it on the sofa, and presses up close against some random guy she doesn’t know for a steamy grind.

She drank a little alcohol tonight — not much — but maybe because she hadn’t touched any for several days. The old man had snitched to her dad again the day before yesterday about not doing homework, low test scores, etc. Qin Zhicheng exploded in rage, cut off her pocket money for a whole week, and ordered her to come straight home after school.

She behaved like a model prisoner at home for a week and felt like she was about to explode from repression. Finally Monday came, Qin Zhicheng went on a business trip, and told the auntie to come cook for her on time. But the auntie has zero control over her.

So Qin Lang immediately rallied her crew, ditched evening study, and headed straight to the bar.

Beixian isn’t big — there are only three bars worth going to. Qin Lang is on friendly terms with the owners of all three. Tonight she chose Blue Note, the one closest to Beixian No.1 High.

The old homeroom teacher could guess with his eyes closed that she’d be at Blue Note. He spent a long time exaggerating to Wu Qiu just how terrible, rebellious, and impossible-to-discipline this student was. Wu Qiu listened quietly, nodding from time to time. Only after the old man finally ran out of complaints did she speak:

“Got it. Thank you, Teacher Zheng. After evening study ends, I’ll go to Blue Note and find her.”

After all, she sounded like an interesting student.

And then she heard the collective gasp from the students around her.

Qin Lang seems to be pretty popular among the students, Wu Qiu thought to herself.

9:40 p.m. — Beixian No.1 lets out.

Meanwhile Qin Lang had already returned to the sofa in Blue Note, arms crossed, drinking again. Her friends were hyping up a game of Truth or Dare — “drinking is boring without games!”

Qin Lang tossed her empty beer bottle onto the table. Everyone around her shouted:

“Qin Lang spins first! Go easy on the little sister!”

Among this whole group, Qin Lang was the only one still underage. Chen Er, the oldest here, was 19 and just messing around at the only mediocre second-tier university in Beixian.

Qin Lang cursed with a laugh and spun the bottle.

It pointed at a girl. The girl chose Dare. Qin Lang scratched her chin and told her to tongue-kiss any person present for ten seconds.

The girl didn’t hesitate — grabbed the girl right next to her and went for it.

Everyone hooted and hollered. Qin Lang counted the seconds by tapping her fingers on her knee.

Later it was Qin Lang’s turn again. She picked Truth.

The previous person asked:
“Qin Lang… have you done it?”

Qin Lang snorted and rolled her eyes at the asker.
“What kind of stupid fucking question is that?”

So the whole group let out a long, suggestive “Oooohhh~” and the game continued.

Another round came to Qin Lang. This time she chose Dare.

Someone gave the previous player a really shitty idea. The dare was: go kiss any random person in the bar — cannot be anyone from their own group.

Qin Lang frowned.

Their booth was close to the entrance, so she could clearly see a new woman who had just walked in.

The woman was wearing office attire, like someone who just got off work and came for a drink. Quite tall — Qin Lang estimated around 170 cm. Gold metal-framed glasses sat neatly on her high nose bridge. Lips painted a bold red. Hair pulled into a sleek high ponytail that swayed slightly with her movements.

Qin Lang stood up, walked straight over, and without warning planted a firm kiss on the woman’s cheek.

Behind her, the idiots at the table immediately started howling:
“As expected of Qin Lang!!”

The woman didn’t look angry at being suddenly kissed. When she heard the cheering, she actually raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Qin Lang.

“You’re Qin Lang?”

“You know me?” Qin Lang shot back. “Who the hell are you to Qin Zhicheng?”

In the past there had been women who claimed to be her new stepmom and came aggressively saying they would discipline her on Qin Zhicheng’s behalf. They all got beaten up by Qin Lang and her crew, then went crying to Qin Zhicheng, which got her pocket money docked again to pay for that woman’s medical bills.

This time Qin Zhicheng’s taste seems pretty decent, Qin Lang mentally evaluated.

“No.” The woman shook her head, denying it. “I’m your new homeroom teacher.”

“…?” Qin Lang made a full-on confused black guy meme face. “Our graduating class at Beixian No.1 doesn’t change teachers?”

“I have connections,” the woman said, showing a sly smile. “Your principal personally asked me to take your class.”

Qin Lang’s class was the second-best class in Beixian No.1. Qin Zhicheng had pulled strings (and spent quite a lot of money) to get her stuffed into it.

Whatever. It’s not her money anyway. She doesn’t care.

Qin Lang turned around and told Chen Er to throw her phone over. The group had already continued the game without waiting for her.

She saw the message her underling sent… and confirmed that the woman in front of her really was the new homeroom teacher. The little bro had sneakily taken a photo of the woman looking down at a book. Even though it was blurry as hell, she still looked insanely good in it.

“Tch.” Qin Lang made an impatient sound. “So? You gonna drag me back?”

“If you come with me willingly, that would be best,” Wu Qiu said, tilting her head. The ponytail behind her swayed with the motion.

“And if I don’t?” Qin Lang sneered. No matter how pretty or ugly a homeroom teacher was, they were all fucking annoying.

“You might not be able to beat me,” Wu Qiu replied, tone quite cocky.

Qin Lang had been hanging out with delinquents for years and had been in plenty of fights. She was very confident in her combat ability.

She stopped talking, turned around, and started walking back to the booth.

Before she could take a second step, her wrist was caught in a vice grip.

Wu Qiu’s strength was terrifying. Qin Lang couldn’t break free at all. So she spun around and tried to kick — but the move was read perfectly. Wu Qiu dodged the leg, caught it with her other hand, and effortlessly lifted Qin Lang clean off the ground.

Qin Lang ended up dangling off her like a koala, face flushed red with fury and embarrassment. She punched, she kicked — Wu Qiu acted like she felt nothing, just looked down at her calmly:

“So? How about it?”

“How about what?! Put me the fuck down!”

Wu Qiu sighed, then simply threw the disobedient student over her shoulder and carried her out of Blue Note.

The friends who had been watching the whole drama didn’t try to stop it. They just kept yelling after her:

“Qin Lang, have fun~!!”

Since it’s all girls anyway, they figured Qin Lang wouldn’t suffer any real loss.

In the end Qin Lang gave up resisting. She was carried out of the bar by the new homeroom teacher and tossed into a car.

Wu Qiu drove a mid-size urban SUV with plenty of space. She threw Qin Lang into the back seat and was about to close the door when Qin Lang’s hand blocked it.

With a sudden yank, Qin Lang pulled Wu Qiu into the back seat with her.

The door slammed shut.

Wu Qiu braced herself and looked at Qin Lang without speaking.

Qin Lang frowned and asked:

“What the hell do you want?”

“To take my disobedient student home, of course.” Wu Qiu straightened up, trying to move back toward the door.

Qin Lang immediately hooked her leg around Wu Qiu’s thigh, then — being extra malicious — wrapped her arms around her waist.

“Then let me hug Teacher for a bit and I’ll go home obediently.”

Wu Qiu was wearing a black bodycon skirt. Her figure was very slim.

Except… except for the gradually rising, unknown bulge between her legs.

Qin Lang saw it. Her expression slowly froze.

Wu Qiu also noticed Qin Lang’s reaction. The girl who was hugging her suddenly found her own arms pinned. Wu Qiu leaned in, taking control:

“See it?”

Qin Lang was so shocked she could barely speak:

“…Holy fuck… what the actual fuck is that??? Teacher, there’s something seriously fucking wrong with you??”

Wu Qiu gave a very roguish, shit-eating grin:

“Guess.”