I put down the jeans and walked out of the laundry room, lying on the sofa. My mind was filled with images of Teacher Qin's snow-white large buttocks covered in semen. I could now be certain that Teacher Qin must have been coerced. Because from what I knew of Teacher Qin, she couldn't possibly be so lewd. Absolutely not.
I sprang up from the sofa. Teacher Qin and my mother were practicing yoga, and Xinran was studying, giving me plenty of free time. I decided to go to Teacher Qin's room to see if I could find any clues.
I looked back at Xinran's room; it was closed with no movement. I walked to Teacher Qin's room and gripped the doorknob. At this moment, my heart was still very heavy because I didn't know what I would discover after entering. The events of the past two days had been quite a shock to me.
"Click."
The door opened. It wasn't locked. I gently pushed it open. At this moment, I didn't know that I was not just opening the door to Teacher Qin's room, but a door to endless desire.
Inside the room, the first thing I saw was the trash can with jeans in it. Yes, the two pairs of jeans Xinran had shown me in the morning that Teacher Qin had kept at the bottom of her wardrobe. It seemed Teacher Qin thought the pair she wore today fit just right, so these two were no longer needed. But the pair Teacher Qin wore today, although not obvious, I could still see that they were a bit tight and small, hugging Teacher Qin's large buttocks and jade legs tightly.
Why was that? She clearly had a larger size that should have fit perfectly. Why didn't she wear those but instead wore a smaller size? Then I remembered what Xinran told me, that after receiving the jeans, Teacher Qin tried them on one by one in front of the mirror and took photos from multiple angles. Did she take photos for that person, and then that person specified which pair she should wear? Or did Teacher Qin deliberately wear a smaller size to better highlight her figure?
I think it must be the former. After all, these jeans were only worn for that person to see. Because I really found it hard to imagine Teacher Qin pleasing someone by deliberately wearing smaller clothes to highlight her figure. That was impossible, and I refused to believe it. Of course, the truth was, I simply didn't want it to be the latter.
I walked to the wardrobe again, opened it and looked. There was nothing unusual. Then I opened the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe and saw quite a few pair of stockings in various colors: over-the-knee, garter belt, and bodysuit stockings. There was nothing unusual, and I didn't see any open crotch stockings. I should have been relieved, but I hadn't even realized that deep in my heart, there was a hint of disappointment.
I walked to Teacher Qin's desk and looked around. There were some review materials and textbooks we needed, some uncorrected papers, and a laptop. Hmm? Teacher Qin's phone was also there. Oh right, when she went over earlier, Teacher Qin was wearing yoga clothes with no pockets, and she didn't have her phone in her hand. I hesitated for a moment but still picked up Teacher Qin's phone. I tried several passwords but none worked. I also tried Xinran and Teacher Qin's birthdays, but they didn't work either. I gave up.
I then looked at the bookshelf beside the desk. Apart from books about teaching, there were only some books about sports and yoga. I didn't discover anything unusual. At this point, I should have been happy, but deep in my heart, for some reason, there was an inexplicable feeling of disappointment.
I sat down in the chair at the desk, leaned back, and thought about recent events. But I couldn't calm my mind at all. I tried several times to focus, but it was completely impossible. Frustrated, I kicked the corner of the desk. The desk didn't move, but the bottom drawer of the desk was kicked open.
I looked down and discovered that this drawer seemed to have been locked originally. But it appeared that my kick had jolted it open. The drawer had a recessed lock with the bolt still in the locked position, but perhaps because the desk had been used for a long time, gaps had formed. So even though it was locked, the vibration from my kick had opened it.
I saw a black notebook and a jewelry box in the drawer. I picked up the jewelry box and opened it first. Inside, besides an exquisite ring, there was a woman's thin leather belt, though it seemed a bit short for a belt. There was also a silver chain. I picked it up to examine it, a necklace perhaps? If it was a necklace, it seemed a bit long and thick. Anyway, I wasn't interested in these things.
I picked up the black notebook. It also had a lock, a normal clasp-style combination lock, which was locked. Looking at the numbers 358 on the lock, I tried to open it, knowing it probably wouldn't work. I tried a few other combinations without success. Frustrated, I pulled hard on the lock clasp, and surprisingly, it opened.
With trembling hands, I turned to the first page, simultaneously opening a forbidden magic book. Because at that moment, I couldn't have imagined how this ordinary black diary would dramatically change my life in the future.
The first page of the diary had Teacher Qin's name, Qin Yuanyuan, and the date October 1, 2014. This was the day Teacher Qin took Xinran on a trip, and also the day she cut ties with her past.
Almost exactly 10 years had passed. Most of the diary contained everyday life records: Xinran's test scores, places they traveled, things with her mother, and some interesting events at school. There wasn't anything particularly special, except for the parts that interested me, the records of my relationship with Xinran. Teacher Qin mentioned this multiple times, from initially describing how Xinran was annoyed when I kept following her, to later calling us childhood sweethearts. It seemed Teacher Qin had approved of my relationship with Xinran. I couldn't help but smile.
Although it was a diary, Teacher Qin didn't write every day. Sometimes she'd write just a few sentences for a day, sometimes four or five entries on a single page, and sometimes one entry across two pages. When I flipped to entries from the past year, things began to change.
September 1, 2024, Wednesday, Sunny. Time flies so fast. Summer vacation is over and a new semester has begun. I wonder if my little ones reviewed their lessons well during the break.
September 4, 2024, Saturday, Sunny. School just started, and he's already dragging my Xinran out to run around and play wildly. Weren't the two of them together every single day of the summer vacation? Haven't they had enough?
September 6, 2024, Monday, Sunny. A new week begins. Early this morning at the school gate, I met him again. He's still the same: handsome, sunny, tall and big, fair-skinned. Truly blessed with good looks.
Who was it? Who was Teacher Qin writing about? What kind of person could make Teacher Qin write about him in her diary and praise his appearance so generously? I continued reading.
September 10, 2024, Friday, Sunny. He's really active in class. He participates eagerly, and sometimes he asks questions I don't even know how to answer. After class, he even followed me to my office to ask more questions. At 172cm, I only reach his shoulder when standing in front of him. It's as if I'm the student and he's the teacher. He looks tall and slim, but up close, you can clearly feel his muscular physique. Not only is he blessed with good looks, but also excellent academic performance. Who knows how many young girl's hearts he'll break in the future.
September 12, 2024, Monday, Cloudy. Monday's weather was gloomy. Same time, same place, I met him again at the school gate. He saw me but didn't greet me. Instead, he smiled and nodded at Xinran. How inconsiderate! Didn't he see me standing here too? Perhaps I'm usually too cold?
What was happening to Teacher Qin? Was she jealous? Jealous of her own daughter? No, that couldn't be. Maybe I was overthinking. I'd know by reading further.
September 16, 2024, Friday, Sunny. School was over and I was preparing to go home. He came and told me Xinran and Xiaowen were going to the stationery store together. I responded with an "Mm" and continued packing my things. But he didn't leave, just stood at the doorway staring at me. The evening glow shone through the door and windows onto his back, making him appear as if standing in light. He was so handsome, so wonderful. Being stared at by him actually made me feel a bit shy. I couldn't help but glance up at him secretly. He seemed to be waiting for something.
I couldn't help but ask, "What is it? Do you need something?"
He scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Oh, nothing. It's just that we're about to enter college, the teachers have a heavy workload, and the students are under pressure, so..."
"So what? If you have something to say, say it quickly. I need to go home," I replied coldly.
I continued packing my things while looking down, but there were only a few items and I was just rearranging them pointlessly. I seemed to be anticipating something, though I wasn't sure what exactly.
He spoke up: "Teacher Qin, if possible, could I have your phone number and add you on WeChat? When you're free, I could ask you some questions."
He said this shyly.
"Why me? There are many teachers at school with more experience and better performance than me," I asked.
Was he asking for my contact information?
"Oh, never mind if you don't want to, Teacher Qin," he said expressionlessly.
Seeing his reaction, I actually felt a bit disappointed. But on the surface, I didn't show much emotional change and continued with a cold face: "I'll tell you my number, write it down."
Hearing this, he finally showed a sweet smile and said, "Yes, yes, Teacher Qin, go ahead, I'm writing it down."
He took out his phone and saved my number. After that, he asked for my WeChat, but I didn't respond and just coldly told him to call me if he needed anything. Then I said, "I'm going home now. Aren't you leaving?"
Only then did he turn and leave.
This diary entry was much longer than several others combined. After reading it, my heart sank. I could only think: what woman doesn't have a girlish side, and what girl doesn't dream of romance? Through this diary entry, although Teacher Qin appeared cold on the surface, I could sense a hint of girlish heart.
September 18, 2024, Sunday, Sunny. These two days I've been helping Xinran with her homework and contacting with Sister Lin about yoga. He hasn't contacted me. Until Sunday evening at 7 PM, there was a call from an unknown number. I was taking a shower and missed it. I wasn't sure if it was him, and I didn't call back.
Teacher Qin was actually waiting for his call? What was happening to Teacher Qin? Why had things developed this way? Could there be things that weren't recorded in the diary, things that I don't know about?
What was going on? Why would Teacher Qin write this entry when nothing happened? I was puzzled. Based on Teacher Qin's habits, she absolutely wouldn't write unless something happened. Sometimes she wouldn't write for weeks. What was happening?