The image of Sam rising from the seat beside me kept replaying in my mind—there must have been a reason why that fleeting moment stuck with me.
When he stood up, I was resting my head on the desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I vaguely saw the lower half of his body, a tent-like bulge pushing outward against his gray shorts.
Remembering this sent a shiver down my spine. I knew exactly what was causing that bulge in Sam's shorts.
What on earth had gotten into this guy? How could he get an erection right in the middle of class…
The English teacher had just left the classroom, and he went after her to ask a question. What kind of logic was that? Wait—no! I think I've figured out why Sam was aroused and why he chose that moment to go consult the English teacher.
Lost in thought, I glanced back at Li Xiaojun, who was already fast asleep at the desk behind me. Under the blazing afternoon sun outside the classroom, I quietly slipped out.
Didn't Sam say he was going to see the English teacher? Then he must have headed to her office.
Summer had already arrived in Binhai. The sky was a cloudless azure, and the leaves along the school path rustled noisily. A dry, hot wind blew in from the distant horizon, sweeping away the cool shade that usually lingered in the quiet hallways during the afternoon lull.
The English teacher's office was located in the English department's office on the top floor of this teaching building. When I reached the highest level, it was eerily silent—the entire campus was unnervingly quiet.
As I approached the English department office, the door was closed, making my heart race a little faster. But there was no sound coming from inside. I was puzzled—could it be that the English teacher and Sam weren't in the office?
I peeked through the window beside the door, but there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Where did Sam go?"
I looked again, confirming that neither Sam nor the English teacher was in the office.
"Where could they be? Didn't Sam say he was going to ask her a question?"
Suddenly, I remembered the sounds I'd heard near the restroom last semester!
It was the first time in my life I'd ever heard someone doing something… unusual at school, so that memory was etched deeply in my mind.
"Could it be…? No, that's impossible. Sam and the English teacher weren't that close back then, were they?"
Filled with doubt, I made my way toward the school restrooms.
The restrooms were situated near what could be considered the school's back hill. The hill had many small pavilions where students could read or jog.
I reached the restroom area again and decided to use the facilities. After coming out, I stared at the dilapidated two-story building not far from the restrooms. It looked on the verge of collapse, cordoned off by caution tape. I watched for a while, but there was no movement at all. If Sam and the English teacher were still engaging in that kind of intimate relationship, I doubted they would choose that spot.
Just as I was about to head back to the classroom, puzzled, I spotted a faint figure on the shaded path through the woods on the back hill.
Wearing a white T-shirt and gray shorts—as I drew closer, I realized it was Sam.
With his dark brown skin, he looked somewhat furtive, peering intently toward a specific spot deeper in the woods.
"What is Sam up to now?" I frowned and headed toward him.
After climbing over a dozen steps, I finally saw what Sam was doing from behind.
The guy was crouching low, completely absorbed, staring fixedly in one direction into the woods without turning his head.
I followed his gaze, but I couldn't see anything at all.
However, seeing his dark figure looking rather anxious, constantly craning his neck to peer over there, he seemed somewhat displeased.
"Sam, what are you doing?"
I called out to him from not too far behind.
"Shh!"
Sam glanced back at me, making a gesture to keep quiet. I could see an unusual seriousness on his face.
"What's wrong?"
I walked over to his side.
"Shh! I saw the English teacher and Zhang Min's boyfriend on a date!"
Sam looked at me, his pale eyes wide open.
"Huh?!"
I was also shocked, even though I had already noticed something between the English teacher and that PE teacher.
"I followed her all the way here! I thought she was going to the restroom, but who knew she'd come to the back hill? Zhang Min's boyfriend was waiting for her there! Don't say anything—I'm going to take pictures of their date."
Sam whispered to me, shaking his iPhone as he spoke.
"Uh... let's go. It's none of our business anyway. If they see us, we'll be in trouble."
I figured it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble. If the English teacher and the PE teacher caught us watching them, I really didn't know how to handle it.
"Heh heh, don't worry. Damn it! I'm definitely going to record these two teachers having sex!"
"What the hell? Having sex? How do you know they'll have sex? Did you see it?"
"That's why I told you to keep your voice down."
Sam looked at me helplessly.
"By the way, how did you find me? You weren't following me too, were you, Zihan?"
Sam looked at me in surprise.
"Who cares about following you! I was just passing by on my way to the restroom and saw you sneaking around here, so I came up."
"Oh, I see. I was originally going to ask the teacher a question, but who knew she'd come to the back hill to hook up with the PE teacher! It's so infuriating!"
"Uh... why are you angry? That's their own business."
I asked him awkwardly yet politely, not sure why I was feeling increasingly annoyed with Sam lately—maybe because he bullied Mom at home.
"Hmph! As a teacher, how can she just casually have sex with someone!"
Sam gritted his teeth, looking furious.
"Alright, where are they?"
I looked in the direction Sam was staring but didn't see the English teacher or the PE teacher.
"Over there, hidden by the leaves. Just follow this path."
Sam pointed to a trail not far from him. It was more of an overgrown path, clearly rarely traveled.
"Are you sure it's this way?"
"It has to be. She disappeared as soon as I came up here!"
"Shh... listen..."
Sam glanced at me and crouched down. I frowned but didn't hear anything.
"I don't hear anything. Listen carefully—there are sounds coming from over there."
Sam said confidently, already moving his phone in that direction.
"Damn, you're really going?"
I could already faintly hear faint moans coming from over there—the kind of shy, intimate sounds. I just wanted to stop Sam from secretly filming something like this.
Ignoring me, Sam bent down and started making his way along the narrow path. I had no choice but to follow him.
As we got closer to the end of the path, those secretive moans became clearer and clearer.
Finally, at the end of the road, I spotted a concrete building that looked like a school warehouse. I didn't see any windows, only a door, and it was tightly shut.
"Shh!" Sam glanced back at me.
"Baby… feels good, doesn't it…"
Smack!
"Oh… you're such a bad boy…"
Wasn't that the voice of our English teacher, Sun Xiaoxiao? Hearing her seductive, soul-stirring moans, I could feel a certain part of me stirring restlessly.
"Slut!" Sam muttered under his breath.
"Ah… tell me… oh… is Teacher Zhang better, or am I better…"
"Hehe, of course… damn! You're better…"
"Ah… oh… what about me… is good…"
"Your tits are bigger! Your ass is plumper! Your mouth is better at licking… damn! Your slutty pussy sucks even better…"
"Ah… slower… oh… it hurts! Ahh…"
"Good… smack!"
"Ah…"
"Whore! Just a whore! Nothing but a cheap flesh pot to fuck!"
Sam cursed angrily, veins bulging on his forehead. He looked furious.
I stared at him, puzzled. What was there to be angry about? The English teacher wasn't his wife.
"Zihan, let's go around the back and see if there's a window!"
After saying that, Sam quietly approached the door and circled around the warehouse.
"Mmm… didn't Zhang Min satisfy you? How come… you're so strong… mmm…"
"If she satisfied me, why would I risk coming to find you, little dish… damn, right, keep your voice down!…"
"Ah… I don't want to… ah… I want to moan louder! Let Zhang Min hear…"
"Slut! Keep it down… someone might really hear us! Smack! You hear me!"
"Ah… ah… no… unless… you fuck me good, fuck me till I climax…"
"Fine, I promise, just keep your voice down, my baby…"
"Ah… who told you… to thrust so deep there…"
"Huff…"
I lingered by the door for a moment before following Sam. I saw him clenching his fists, looking like he was about to hit someone.
Finally, we made it to the other side of the warehouse. There was a window, but it was tightly covered by curtains, making it impossible to see what was happening inside. If we tried to peek, we'd definitely be spotted by the people inside because the window faced the light.
"Damn it!"
Sam gritted his teeth as if Teacher Sun and the gym teacher were going at it like dry wood meeting fire, as if it were his own mother sleeping with someone else.
I secretly gloated. You damn nigger, so you've finally tasted this, huh?
Doesn't feel good, does it!
I guessed Sam must have been keeping in touch with the English teacher, and their relationship must have been quite intimate. Something must have gone wrong between them, leading the English teacher to hook up with the gym teacher.
"Hehe, slut, tell me… is my dick bigger, or is that black guy's bigger?!"
What?! When the gym teacher's words echoed from inside the warehouse, I was startled. The gym teacher actually knew about Sam and the English teacher's relationship!
I glanced at Sam. He looked shocked too, but the next second, a lewd grin spread across his face. He licked his lips and stared intently at the window, still tightly covered by the curtains.
"Ah… ah… I feel… I feel…"
"Huh? Whose is it? Huh? Smack!"
"Ah... yours... yours is big! Your dick is bigger!"
I looked at Sam in front of me. At that moment, the veins on his temples were bulging, blood vessels throbbing on his throat, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists.
"Hahahahaha..."
Inside, I was laughing uncontrollably. Sam, oh Sam, to be told by a woman he'd slept with that another man's dick was bigger—what a tremendous humiliation for a man.
"Zihan, go to the small grove ahead and help me film the warehouse door. I'm going to knock and go in!"
"I... Sam, don't be impulsive!"
Was Sam crazy? He actually wanted to knock and go in?!
"Listen to me. This has nothing to do with you. Just help me film, and don't worry about the rest!"
Sam looked at me with an expression I had never seen before—so serious it didn't seem like a joke.
"Uh... alright, then be careful!"
Deep down, I actually wanted Sam to go in. That way, I could watch a good show.
"Good brother, don't worry!"
Sam patted me on the shoulder, looking like a righteous warrior ready to die for a cause.
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