Zhao Long's performance in that regard was really subpar. Teacher Wang looked constipated, her discomfort evident; she pulled up her skirt and left, cursing as she went.
Seeing such a result, Zhao Long was stunned. He rubbed his head and wondered if his performance had really been that poor.
Don't those science books all say that a few minutes is sufficient for a man? Was he really that inadequate?
Upon seeing Teacher Wang leaving, Zhao Long hurried after her, "Teacher Wang, don't go. Give me another chance. I was just a bit nervous this time; I'll definitely perform better next time."
Teacher Wang, upon hearing this, cracked a smile and hooked her arm with Zhao Long's, "Alright, let's find a place. I'll give you another shot. But this time, you better not be so weak. Otherwise, I won't bother with you in the future."
"Now?"
Zhao Long started feeling awkward, "How can it be now? The book says once a day for a man is already impressive. How can it be twice in one day?"
