As school let out, I walked down from the school building with my backpack, head down, towards the school gate.
"Hey, Xiaowei, don't forget to bring the money tomorrow!"
Wang Xiong's voice came from behind. His buddies around him laughed and chimed in.
"Xiaowei, Xiong-ge has already given you a chance. If you don't bring the money tomorrow, you know the consequences."
"Yeah, yeah, with Xiong-ge around, no one at school will dare bully you!"
"Haha, Xiaowei, our internet fees this week depend on you..."
Hearing their playful voices, I lowered my head even further and unconsciously quickened my pace.
"Hey, Xiaowei, why are you running..."
Wang Xiong called from behind, his voice trailing off.
At the school gate, a long, black Mercedes-Benz silently pulled to a stop. The driver's side door opened, and a tall woman in a suit and trousers, wearing white gloves, stepped out.
The woman walked around the car to the back seat, respectfully opened the door, and a pair of slender legs in high heels immediately came into view. The black patent leather heels touched the ground with a crisp sound.
"Click—"
The sound was ethereal and melodious, like heavenly music, and the noisy school gate seemed to fall silent.
Yes, this woman was my mother, Xia Ling.
She gracefully stepped out of the car. Her black women's suit perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Beneath her trousers, a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs seemed capable of stealing everyone's attention. The trouser legs swayed slightly with her steps, and from her ankles, one could see that her feet were covered by a thin layer of black stockings, the sheen of the stockings gleaming alluringly in the setting sun.
At this moment, the female driver who had just seemed so tall and slender suddenly appeared as lackluster as a country bumpkin.
"My God...who is that woman..." Wang Xiong gasped, standing a short distance away. "A new teacher at the school? Which student's parent? So beautiful?"
Mom took off her sunglasses, revealing a face of exquisite, almost perfect beauty. She slightly shook her head, her long, wavy black hair swaying in the wind, the ends curling gently and exuding a delicate fragrance.
For a moment, even the air seemed to be filled with a captivating aroma.
Her light makeup accentuated her aloof demeanor. Her red lips were slightly pursed, her eyes sharp as knives, as she walked towards me in her high heels.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Each step of her high heels felt like it was treading on the hearts of everyone around her.
"Wow, that can't be Xiaowei's mom, can it?"
"She's like a goddess descended from heaven, so beautiful..."
"Those legs, that figure, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life."
Not far away, the exclamations of Wang Xiong and his group rose and fell, but for me, meeting my mother at this moment was not something I wanted.
My mother stopped in front of me, her voice cool and clear: "Report card."
As she spoke, her slender fingers reached out to me, the diamond watch on her wrist sparkling in the sunlight.
"Mom... I..."
After a moment of hesitation, I reluctantly took out the report card with the score of 82 from my schoolbag and handed it to my mother.
Mom took the report card, glanced at it, and scoffed, "Ha, no wonder your homeroom teacher called me in. Your grades have hit a new low. If this continues..."
I hung my head, nervously clenching my fists, sweat beading on my skin, my nails digging deep into my palms. Just then, Wang Xiong and his gang suddenly rushed forward.
"Hello, Auntie! I'm Xiaowei's classmate, my name is Wang Xiong!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement. His buddies behind him also looked at me strangely, their eyes fixed on Mom, not on me.
Mom turned her head, giving Wang Xiong a cold, all-seeing look. Her gaze was arrogant and disdainful, as if she were looking at an ignorant ant. She slightly raised her chin, exuding an aura of unapproachability. Her long legs, encased in black trousers, were almost taller than Wang Xiong's chest.
Wang Xiong's smile froze instantly. He awkwardly took a few steps back, and his henchmen did the same, involuntarily retreating, barely daring to breathe.
"Let's go, let's go find your teacher."
Mom, holding the report card, walked into the school. Her high heels clattered with elegant steps, her back straight and aloof, seemingly carrying an air of authority that surpassed all others.
Sigh, Mom still came. A lecture was inevitable!
I also turned around and followed Mom at a distance, walking with her towards the school building.
"Holy crap..."
After Mom and I had walked away, Wang Xiong at the school gate finally came to his senses. He turned to his henchmen and said, "It really is Xiao Wei's mom! She's amazing! That figure, that face, that aura, those legs..."
The henchmen were also still stunned by the scene, but one of them was the first to sigh, breaking the silence.
"Sigh..." The man looked in the direction my mother and I had left, his tone regretful. "What a pity, it has nothing to do with us. His mother is obviously rich, riding in such a nice Mercedes, and even has a chauffeur."
Another man said, "Who says she isn't? It's strange, isn't it? Xiao Wei is such an ordinary person, average grades, timid and cowardly. It shouldn't be like this, with such a beautiful mother, he's a rich kid."
The last man concluded, "Forget it, maybe his mother told him to keep a low profile. Did you guys feel that aura from Xiao Wei's mother? I reckon one look from her could scare us to death! Maybe we shouldn't ask Xiao Wei for money? It's too scary..."
The three henchmen nodded repeatedly, but Wang Xiong waved his hand, setting the tone.
"What's there to be afraid of? Heh, I never expected Xiaowei's mom to be so stunning. Tall and with a cold, aloof aura, she's exactly my type."
Wang Xiong, though short, was the undisputed leader of the school's gang, and the boss of this group. Hearing this, his three underlings were immediately dumbfounded.
"Brother Xiong, what are you planning? Weren't you also speechless because of his mom just now?"
Wang Xiong shook his head, his eyes confident. "I just didn't react in time. I'm fine now. And didn't you guys notice? Xiaowei's mom was wearing black stockings under her trousers! I just don't know if they were short stockings or pantyhose… If they were pantyhose, do you know what that means?"
The three underlings looked at each other, and finally shook their heads.
Wang Xiong gave his answer: "A repressed slut! Normally, how many women wear pantyhose under dress pants? Doesn't she get hot? Doesn't she feel stuffy? And his mother, at her age, is at the peak of her sexual desire. Riding in such a nice Mercedes, she must be of very high status. To maintain her image, and also to be provocative, she'd wear black pantyhose under her dress pants, haha! I'll have to check with Xiao Wei later, see if his mother is really as repressed as I think!"
The three underlings were stunned by Wang Xiong's words, their eyes fixed on the direction my mother and I had left.
"Brother Xiong, your analysis is so insightful, could it be that you're thinking…"
Wang Xiong waved them over: "Didn't Xiao Wei's mother go to see the homeroom teacher with Xiao Wei? Come on, follow them!"
And so, Wang Xiong, with his three underlings, turned back from the school gate and headed towards the teaching building.
…
The door to the homeroom teacher's office opened, and I dejectedly followed my mother inside.
In the office, the homeroom teacher was sitting behind her desk grading papers. She was a slightly plump middle-aged woman, wearing a loose coat, with a professional smile on her face. However, when she looked up and saw my mother, her expression instantly became stiff. She quickly stood up, her tone respectful: "Ms. Xia, you've arrived."
My mother merely glanced at the homeroom teacher indifferently, her tone cold and distant: "Ms. Zheng, you're not an employee of my company, you don't need to call me that." Her voice was icy, carrying an undeniable authority.
The homeroom teacher nodded quickly, forcing a smile: "Then… Xiaowei's mother, please sit down."
My mother gracefully sat down in the chair in front of the desk, her legs naturally crossed. Her long, slender legs, encased in black trousers, gleamed softly under the light, the slightly taut hem outlining her perfect leg lines.
Beneath her trousers, a glimpse of black stockings peeking out from her ankles added a touch of mysterious allure; the sheer fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared hazy and captivating in the light. Her black patent leather high heels tapped lightly on the floor, the heels striking the ground with a crisp, ethereal "click," a sound that seemed to resonate deep within, quieting the entire office.