"Ding-ling, ding-ling, ding-ling..." The sound of the bell echoed through every corner of the campus.
At Linhai No. 1 High School, as the final bell rang on Friday afternoon, students began streaming out of their classrooms. In twos and threes, boys and girls gathered in groups, making their way downstairs.
Some well-developed yet still youthful girls chased after boys who were racing wildly across the plastic track. As the sun set in the west, laughter and cheerful voices filled the air.
Soon, a song currently trending on Douyin began playing from the school's broadcast room.
"Where you walked, only longing remains, hiding you in my heart, missing you day and night, afraid of your tears, with no one to wipe them away..."
Originally, the song carried a gentle and deeply moving meaning, but the version playing from the school's speakers was a DJ remix, bursting with energy that made everyone's hormones surge and unconsciously get into the groove.
"Boom-da-boom-boom-da..."
"Whoa... whoa..." On the third floor of the high school building, in Class 12 of Grade 10, the song triggered waves of rowdy cheers from the classroom. Some boys sitting in the back even started swaying their heads to the beat, striking playful poses.
"Quiet! Quiet!" "Tap-tap-tap!" Zhang Min, the stern-faced math teacher, shouted from the podium, rapping her pointer against the desk.
Zhang Min was not only the math teacher for Class 12 of Grade 10 but also their homeroom teacher. Young and dedicated, she had graduated from East China Normal University in 2018 and, thanks to her outstanding academic record, joined Linhai No. 1 High School as a respected educator. Two years had passed since then.
As a member of the post-90s generation, Zhang Min had shown remarkable enthusiasm and skill in teaching over these two years, earning the trust and recognition of the school's administration.
At the start of the autumn semester this year, the school assigned her to lead a class from Grade 10—and not just any class, but a key class.
Though she felt somewhat overwhelmed by the responsibility, it filled her with pride. After all, she had only graduated two years ago, while some of her peers were still struggling to find stable jobs.
Zhang Min was not only highly capable at work but also strikingly beautiful—tall and graceful, with a figure that drew attention, especially the soft curves of her chest.
Class 12 of Grade 10 at Linhai No. 1 High School was a key class, and the teachers assigned to it upheld a strict sense of responsibility and professionalism. As a result, almost every class ran overtime, causing the students to leave ten minutes later than other classes.
"Does anyone still not understand this problem?"
Zhang Min stood tall, her large, beautiful eyes wide open, her nose high and delicate, and her lips rosy. With her long hair cascading down her back, she frowned slightly as she surveyed the restless, cheering students, putting on a stern expression.
As for why I knew so much about Zhang Min—well, I had been in her class for over two months now.
After graduating from middle school, thanks to my excellent performance on the high school entrance exam, I was naturally placed in Linhai No. 1 High School's key class. Zhang Min had even assigned me the seat right in the middle of the front row—the so-called "top student's seat."
During the class committee elections, I was honored to become the academic monitor of Class 12, Grade 10. Zhang Min had initially wanted me to be the class president, but I wasn't particularly interested. I just wanted to focus on my studies—though, of course, I also had an eye for pretty girls.
Sitting in the middle of the first row, I looked at Zhang Min standing at the teacher's desk. I knew this was the moment before she was about to explode—the two soft mounds on her chest trembled slightly.
The classmates behind me had also learned how formidable she could be over the past two months, and the classroom fell silent almost instantly.
Zhang Min watched as we all quieted down. I noticed the corners of her rosy, delicate lips curling upward beneath her pretty face, clearly satisfied with our obedience.
"Class, when you get home, make sure to review the sections on arithmetic and geometric sequences thoroughly. This part is crucial. Midterms are coming up soon, so work hard and do your best to perform well."
After finishing her instructions, Zhang Min saw that we had no further questions and dismissed us for the day.
"Woo-hoo! Yeah!" The class erupted in cheers.
"Zihan, do your best on the midterms!" Zhang Min said with a smile as she gathered her textbooks and pointer from the desk. "Yes, Ms. Zhang," I nodded in response. Although I had interacted with Zhang Min quite a bit, I still didn't dare to look directly into her eyes—or rather, I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with a beautiful woman. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Zhang Min's smile widening even more.
Zhang Min nodded back at me and walked out of the classroom, textbooks and pointer in hand.
I watched her retreating figure. She wore a white blouse tucked into dark blue jeans, which hugged her lower body, accentuating her full and sensual curves. My heart raced uncontrollably. "Ms. Zhang really has a big butt!"
The thought echoed in my mind.
"Ugh, what am I thinking? She's the homeroom teacher, for crying out loud!" I shook my head to clear the thought.
I had to admit that after returning home, I often scrolled through Douyin on my phone, watching beautiful women from all over the country strike alluring poses. I also had to admit that my heart would race at the sight, but I was always afraid my parents might catch me, so I'd quickly swipe away whenever such videos appeared.
Fortunately, my academic performance was excellent, so my parents never suspected I might be watching such content.
Lost in these thoughts for a moment, I realized most of my classmates had already left. Only a few students on cleaning duty were sweeping the hallway outside the classroom. I hurriedly packed my bag.
"Zihan, I still don't understand the problem Ms. Zhang explained earlier. Could you help me with it?"
A soft, clear voice came from behind me. I knew exactly who it was and turned around.
"Sure," I replied with a smile.
Standing behind me was our class monitor, Li Xiaojun, one of the prettiest girls in our class—at least, that's how I saw it. I thought there were several beautiful girls in our class, though none of them made me as "excited" as the women on Douyin.
Li Xiaojun wore her hair in a cute bun, and her large eyes and high nose bridge were framed by a pair of glasses. Her delicate, oval face and soft pink lips stirred a faint, unfamiliar feeling within me.
As I explained the problem to her, she leaned in close. I had noticed long ago that she carried a scent—something like the fragrance of milk. Especially now, wearing a light, short-sleeved shirt, the milky aroma wafting from her made me feel oddly…comfortable.
"So that's how it is... Hehe, thank you, Zihan," Li Xiaojun blinked her adorable big eyes at me. "It's nothing, no need to be so polite," I replied somewhat shyly, not quite daring to look at her. After speaking, I stood up, picked up my backpack, and headed out.
Walking down from the teaching building, I followed the rubber track to the massive school emblem marked "Lin Hai No. 1 High School." The emblem was surrounded by a circle of flowers and shrubs. I glanced up at it—even though I'd seen it many times before, it still felt undeniably imposing. No wonder it was the best high school in Lin Hai City.
After a brief look, I stepped off the rubber track and descended the stairs onto the main road leading to the school gate. The weather was gradually turning cooler, and the leaves of the plane trees and maples lining the road had begun to wither and yellow. The fading twilight seeped through the branches and leaves overhead, casting a gentle glow on the road. A cool autumn breeze swept by, sending colorful leaves fluttering down one after another.
"Winter must be coming soon," I thought.
"Zihan, wait for me!" Li Xiaojun called out as she came down the stairs. "Ah, sure," I replied, turning back to look at her and stopping to watch her approach.
"Zihan, I heard our school is getting exchange students this semester, and they'll probably be in our class," she said as we walked side by side toward the school gate. Since girls tend to develop earlier, I was 173 cm tall, and Li Xiaojun seemed only slightly shorter than me.
"Is that so? That's great, a warm welcome to them," I said, my eyes fixed on the school gate as I wondered how best to say goodbye to Li Xiaojun.
"Yeah, I hope a really handsome guy comes. Hehehe," Li Xiaojun giggled. She was already pretty, but when she smiled, she looked even more charming.
In that moment, seeing her standing there gracefully in her school uniform made my heart flutter a little. Of course, I didn't know what that feeling meant.
"Uh... yeah," I replied awkwardly. Why wish for a handsome guy? Wasn't I right here?
Making small talk with her, I finally endured the awkwardness until we reached the school gate. Fortunately, her home was in a different direction from mine. After saying goodbye, I boarded Bus No. 2 and headed home.
My family lived in the Binhai New District, the most developed area of Lin Hai City. Though located by the sea, it was considered the city center.
Bus No. 2 from the school gate went directly to my residential community, making it very convenient for me to go home every weekend.
Arriving at the community entrance, an unfamiliar security guard watched me approach with an indifferent expression, as if I owed him millions. I ignored him, took out my access card from my backpack, and swiped it. Instantly, the guard's face transformed like a hat trick, breaking into a warm smile.
Once inside the community, I walked toward the innermost area. My house was a standalone villa, though there were many similar villas around. Still, it felt more comfortable than the high-rise buildings near the entrance. At least our villa had a backyard we could use. My dad and I had been thinking about digging a small swimming pool someday so we could enjoy a refreshing swim at home during Lin Hai's scorching summers.
In my rush to get home, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Zihan, and I'm sixteen years old. Sixteen years ago, I was lucky enough to be "air-dropped" into Linhai City, a prosperous coastal city in eastern China where the wealthy are everywhere. However, I'm not exactly a "rich second generation." Both my parents are salaried workers, though they're certainly better off than the average working-class family.
So, I'd say I'm just a little above middle class. And I've never held a girl's hand.
I inherited my mother's beauty and my father's rugged handsomeness, so my appearance often shifts between delicate and dashing. Standing over 1.7 meters tall, I carry a scholarly air. Though I lack the raw masculinity of those basketball team "gorillas," my excellent academic performance has always made me a "good student" in my teachers' eyes. Still, I've caught many girls stealing glances at me, which secretly pleases me.
I'm the only male heir in three generations. I live in the city with my parents, while my grandparents reside on a farm in the suburbs. Calling it a farm might be a stretch—it's actually a plot of land my grandfather bought in his youth around the property left by his father, my great-grandfather. Over the years, with careful tending, it gradually took on the appearance of a farm.
Every summer vacation, I'd go to my grandparents' place to escape the heat. Under the cucumber vines, wearing flip-flops, shorts, and a tank top, I'd lie back in a chair, enjoying watermelons grown by my grandparents while a cool breeze blew. It was pure bliss—a memory that defines countless childhood summers.
With economic development, I thought my grandfather's land would be expropriated for construction, turning me into the envied "demolition second generation"—or rather, "demolition third generation." But as they say, man proposes, God disposes. Unfortunately for my grandfather, the land happened to fall just outside the area designated for municipal development, shattering my "demolition third generation" dreams.
Even so, it's good to have dreams. Who knows? Maybe someday, my grandfather's land will be expropriated after all.
I've lived in the city with my parents since birth. My father works at a state-owned enterprise in the city, holding a mid-level managerial position. Though he's technically an official, he has aging superiors waiting for retirement above him and unmotivated junior employees below him, leaving most of the work to my dad. He stays busy all year round, but no matter how hectic things get, he always brings home a decent amount of money for me. I truly feel for him.
My mother, Lin Qian, works at a private bank. Though nearly forty, thanks to good skincare, her complexion remains fair and radiant—no less than that of young women just entering society. In fact, the passage of time has only added a mature, elegant grace to her. With just a little styling, her charm stands out unmistakably, like a swan among ducks.
Sometimes when we walk down the street together, I get annoyed by the leering looks from men. But there's nothing to be done—my mother's natural beauty just radiates, and that can't be helped.
Back in middle school, whenever my mother came to parent-teacher meetings, her tall figure paired with high heels made her stride across campus like a model. Seeing the amazed looks from my classmates always filled me with pride.
Walking along the pathway into the residential complex, I stopped in front of a two-story villa. This is my home, enclosed on both sides of the gate by a meter-high wall.
Actually, every villa in the community has its own wall, enclosing the property area. The developers planned it quite thoughtfully, avoiding any disputes over land boundaries.
Inside our wall, the space is filled with lush greenery. My dad brought these plants over from my grandfather, saying they not only beautify the place but also help purify the air at home.
After climbing the steps, I reached the front door, took out my keys from my backpack, and unlocked it.
"Mom?" I called out tentatively into the house. My dad is usually quite busy, while my mom works as a personnel supervisor at a bank, which is relatively less demanding. So, she almost always gets off work on time and comes home early. Every time I return from school, she's already in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"You're back," my mom said as she walked out of the kitchen.
Tall and slender, she wore a light white short-sleeved top and a pair of grayish-white cotton home shorts. A white floral apron was tied around her waist, though it couldn't quite conceal the fullness of her chest. Her fair legs were clad in black-striped flip-flops, and her beautiful hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had a classic oval face, a forehead as white as snow, willow-like eyebrows, and large eyes that curved into crescents when she smiled. Below her high-bridged nose was a slightly upturned mouth with rosy lips and pearly white teeth. Her swan-like neck turned gracefully toward me. This was my mom, Lin Qian. Though I don't have a strict definition of what makes a good figure, in my mind, my mom's figure seemed better than Teacher Zhang's, even though she never paid much attention to others' compliments.
"Yeah, the homeroom teacher kept us late today. Is Dad not back yet?"
After closing the door, I walked inside, tossed my backpack onto the living room sofa, and sprawled out on it, stretching my limbs into a big "X."
Finally home—I'm exhausted.
"Mm, your dad will be back soon. Dinner will be ready in a bit." My mom glanced at me before heading back to the kitchen.
I got up and turned on the living room TV. This month, the 2020 S10 League of Legends World Championship is in full swing. As a Diamond-tier player on the Ionia server who balances studies and gaming, I'm eagerly hoping for a Chinese team to clinch the S10 championship.
Even though Chinese teams won the last two seasons, if we take S10 as well, that would mean three consecutive championships for the LPL region, solidifying it as the strongest region in the world. Just thinking about it gets me excited.
Watching the TV preview for tomorrow night's S10 finals, the LCK's top-seeded team, DWG, will face off against the LPL's third-seeded team, SN. Although I can't help but feel SN is the underdog, it's not impossible for them to win. After all, making it to the finals against the LCK's top seed proves SN is a formidable team.
After watching some highlights from the past few days, I heard the front door open. Turning around, I saw my dad had returned. Though he's still somewhat handsome and stands around 178 cm tall, he couldn't escape the marks left by time.
Years of work have kept him constantly busy.
I've always wondered how my mom, who is so beautiful with a model-like height of 1.75 meters, ended up with my dad. Maybe it was his honest and hardworking nature that won her over. Even though he's always busy, he has earned a considerable amount of money over the years.
"Dad, you're back," I said as I looked at him. "Yeah, son. Has your mom finished cooking? I'm starving," my dad replied, stepping inside and changing into his slippers. "Haha, it's ready. We were just waiting for you. Zihan, go wash your hands for dinner," my mom said with a smile as she came out of the kitchen, looking at me and my dad.
"Haha, my wife still loves me the most," my dad said, hanging his coat on the rack and heading toward the kitchen. "Don't be so silly. Stop being gross. It's almost time to eat," my mom said, smiling as she watched him. Seeing my parents shamelessly flirting in front of me made me cringe a little.
"What are you laughing at? Didn't you hear it's time to eat?" my mom turned to me, her smile instantly disappearing as she glared at me sternly.
"Got it, Mom," I obediently made my way to the kitchen.
My mom is usually very strict, especially with me. At home, she's the one who calls the shots, and of course, it's all because my dad loves her so much. So, everything in the house follows her instructions.
Growing up under my mom's strict authority, I had to study hard, and thankfully, my grades have always been excellent. That's why she gradually started giving me a bit more freedom.
After dinner, I picked up my schoolbag and headed to my bedroom to start on the homework assigned by my teacher.
By the time I finished reviewing and completing my homework, it was already late at night. I stretched my slightly sore arms and made my way to the bathroom.
As I passed the staircase leading to the second floor, I noticed a faint light still on upstairs. The sound of the washing machine spinning in the upstairs bathroom echoed down to the first floor. It seemed my parents hadn't gone to bed yet.
My parents' room is on the second floor, and I usually don't go up there unless necessary.
Thinking about how I could sneakily browse TikTok on my phone later, I hurried to the first-floor bathroom. After washing up, I returned to my room.
I took off my shoes, pulled my phone out from the desk drawer, and lay down on my bed to start scrolling.
Since starting high school, the school doesn't allow phones in the classroom. Students who live in the dormitory have to leave their phones in their rooms, but since I don't live in the dorm, I just keep mine at home. It also helps prevent me from getting too addicted—playing with it a bit after coming home each day is enough.
When I opened my phone, I saw a few messages from Li Xiaojun. I glanced at them—she was asking me about some problems she couldn't solve. I replied, "I'm already in bed resting. I'll help you with them tomorrow."
"Okay," Li Xiaojun replied shortly after. Although it felt a bit bothersome, seeing how much she admires me still felt pretty good. So, I'll take a look at her questions tomorrow.
Just as I was about to open TikTok to watch some beautiful women posing and flaunting their curves, another message from Li Xiaojun popped up: "Zihan, Teacher Zhang confirmed it. There's an international exchange student joining our class next week." "An international exchange student? From which country?" My interest was instantly piqued.
"Yeah, I asked Teacher Zhang. She said they're coming from abroad, but I didn't ask which country," Li Xiaojun replied. "Alright, we'll find out on Monday. As long as we can get along well, it's fine," I replied. "Okay, I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight, Zihan."
"Good night," I replied, brushing off thoughts about the exchange student. Time to check out some beautiful sisters.
Opening Douyin/Tiktok, I scrolled through the few stunning women I followed, feeling a sudden surge of excitement. Strangely, my "little brother" down below started to stir, growing increasingly stiff. How odd.
After watching for a while, I realized it was already late. Satisfied, I turned off my phone, pulled up the covers, and let a slight smile curl my lips. I had a feeling I was in for a sweet dream tonight.