bigabreads Chapter 154 The second brother's eyes were glaring at him from the podium, the blackboard cover
Chapter 154 The second brother's eyes were glaring at him from the podium, the blackboard cover
"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."
Magistrate Fang stumbled and staggered out of the misty, decadent geothermal center.
His still-damp official robe clung to his body, sticky and uncomfortable. His mind was filled with the scene he had just witnessed—the white stockings hanging on the valve, and the crazed figure of Master Qin, barely visible in the mist.
"This isn't a special economic zone; it's clearly a fairy cave!"
Magistrate Fang leaned against a lamppost by the roadside, panting heavily. Looking at the pair of deerskin boots in his hands, which he hadn't even warmed up yet, he felt they were burning hot.
"No... I need to go to a quiet place to cleanse my eyes."
"Yes! The academy!"
Magistrate Fang's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped at the last straw:
"I heard that my son Qingyun is studying the classics at the 'Wolf Fang Academy'."
That's the place where sages taught; surely there should be some righteous spirit there? Surely the Qin family can't have tainted Confucius's territory with such filth?
Clinging to his last illusions about the sage, Magistrate Fang straightened his askew official hat, straightened his back, and walked toward the most magnificent complex of buildings on the east side of the inner city.
……
However, when he stood at the gate of Langya Academy, his straightened back bent again with a "crack".
This...this is an academy?
Magistrate Fang stared wide-eyed at the enormous structure before him, gleaming in the winter sun.
There were no familiar gray tiles and white walls, no carved beams and painted rafters.
What came into view was an entire wall—no, an entire row of enormous, transparent "crystal walls" that seemed to exist nowhere.
That was the first batch of industrial-grade float glass produced by the Qin twins using a high-temperature furnace, which Qin Mo used to make the curtain wall of the teaching building.
It was a late winter afternoon, and the sunlight shone through the huge glass curtain wall without reservation, illuminating the rows of neat desks inside.
Outside, the wind was biting cold, and water froze instantly.
Inside the glass wall, however, it was warm as spring, and one could even see daffodils blooming on the windowsill, their tender yellow stamens unfurling.
"A grand gesture... truly an extraordinary gesture!"
Magistrate Fang's hand trembled as he touched the cold, hard glass exterior wall:
"How much silver would this cost? My entire annual salary probably couldn't even buy this corner of glass!"
Through the clear glass, he immediately saw his son, Fang Qingyun.
The boy was sitting upright in the first row, wearing a dark blue fitted school uniform specially made by the Qin family. His back was ramrod straight, and he was holding a strange white fine pen (chalk) in his hand, frantically taking notes.
"Okay! Okay!"
Magistrate Fang was moved to tears, feeling deeply gratified:
"My son has made something of himself! Such focus must mean he is trying to grasp the profound meaning of these words! We made the right choice in coming to this academy, the right choice indeed!"
Eager to hear the sage's teachings, he tiptoed around the corridor and pushed open the soundproof back door.
A warm feeling wafted over, mixed with a faint scent of ink and pleasant floral and fruity aromas.
On the platform, a tall and slender figure stood with his back to the door, writing on the blackboard.
He is Qin Mo, the second son of the Qin family.
Today, instead of wearing his usual scholar's robe, he wore a dark blue stand-up collar uniform in the same color scheme as the students.
The perfectly tailored fabric hugged his lean waist, making him appear ascetic and aloof.
He held a white, dustless chalk in his hand, making a rhythmic "scratching" sound as it rubbed against the dark green frosted blackboard.
"Today, we will discuss the Book of Poetry."
Qin Mo turned around.
On that handsome, refined face sat a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that gleamed with a cold light. Behind the lenses, his phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, revealing a cool, roguish air about him, and... a deeply hidden fervor.
"Greetings, Master!"
The students shouted in unison, their eyes filled with admiration.
Magistrate Fang, hiding in an empty seat in the last row, nodded with satisfaction. "Lecturing on the Book of Songs is excellent; it purifies the mind and cultivates character."
however.
The next second, he realized something was wrong.
Although Qin Mo was standing on the podium, holding a book in his hand, and reciting "Guan Guan Jujiu" (a poem by a quack), he was still there.
But his eyes didn't even glance at the students below.
Not even a single glance.
Those eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to have their own consciousness, fixed intently on the left side of the classroom, outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Magistrate Fang followed his gaze.
In the greenhouse corridor outside the glass window (a rest area connected to the classrooms by a special design), there was a soft couch covered with a snow-white wool blanket.
Su Wan was lying lazily on the couch.
She seemed to have just come from the geothermal center; she had changed out of her soaking wet clothes and was now wearing a very loose, moon-white knitted long dress.
Because the underfloor heating was too hot, she was only wearing socks and no shoes. Her delicate white feet were swinging idly as she held a book in her hands, reading it with great interest.
The winter sun shone through the glass, bathing her in a golden glow, making her look like a painting, or a lazy Persian cat basking in the sun.
"Smack."
On the podium, the chalk in Qin Mo's hand suddenly broke.
The broken piece of chalk traced an arc through the air and landed precisely on Fang Qingyun's desk.
Fang Qingyun.
Qin Mo's voice was clear and gentle, yet it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Ah? Master?" Fang Qingyun was startled and quickly stood up.
How should this line of poetry be interpreted?
Qin Mo pointed to the four large characters that had just been written on the blackboard.
Magistrate Fang squinted at him.
Those were powerful, vigorous lines of calligraphy that seemed to penetrate the blackboard—
【婉兮清扬】
"This..." Fang Qingyun scratched his head and obediently recited the annotation in the textbook: "Teacher, this line comes from the Book of Songs, 'Wild Grasses Flourish,' describing a woman's beautiful, clear, and bright eyes..."
"wrong."
Qin Mo coldly interrupted him.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a sharp light.
He slowly walked down from the podium and step by step walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He stood there, separated from Su Wan by only a wall, through that layer of transparent glass.
Su Wan seemed to sense something and looked up.
Eyes facing each other.
Qin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
He stretched out a long, slender finger and pressed it against the cold glass, directly facing Su Wan's delicate face, slowly tracing her outline stroke by stroke.
The fingertips glide across the glass, producing an extremely faint "sizzling" sound.
To Magistrate Fang, that sound was like fingernails scraping against his heart.
"This is not a description of a woman."
Qin Mo turned his head, looking at the bewildered students in the classroom, a dangerous yet captivating smile playing on his lips:
"This is saying..."
"She is my medicine."
"It's also my... addiction."
The classroom was completely silent.
Although the students couldn't understand the deeper meaning, they could all feel the explosive hormones emanating from the Master.
Especially Qin Mo's current actions.
Although he was lecturing to students, his body was pressed tightly against the glass window.
Su Wan, who was outside, seemed a little embarrassed by his blatant gaze and wanted to turn over and turn her back to him.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo suddenly spoke.
The sound was not loud, and no internal force was used to transmit the sound.
But miraculously, Su Wan outside seemed to have received a command; her body stiffened, and she obediently stopped in place.
Qin Mo's smile deepened.
He walked back to the blackboard and picked up a new piece of chalk.
"Since we misinterpreted the previous sentence, let's try a different one."
"Swish swish swish—"
Chalk dust danced in the sunlight.
Two more lines of text appeared on the blackboard.
When Magistrate Fang looked closely, he almost slipped off his chair.
What kind of sacred texts are those?!
That is clearly...
There was a beautiful woman, graceful and charming. Our chance encounter was exactly what I desired.
That's fine, since it's still a direct quote from the Book of Songs.
But the annotation below was added by Qin Mo himself—
[Annotation: Now that I have seen the gentleman, why not... take off my clothes?]
The character "脱" (tuō, meaning "to undress") was written with such vigor and skill, it was incredibly lifelike! Each stroke and line looked as if someone was loosening their clothes, exuding an impatient and flirtatious air!
"Cough cough cough!"
Magistrate Fang coughed violently, his old face turning a deep liver color.
What kind of outrageous language is this?!
How did "Yun Hu Bu happy" turn into "Yun Hu Bu Tuo"?!
This is blatant pornography! And it's done under the guise of being a saint!
Who's coughing in the back?
Qin Mo didn't turn around, but simply asked a question.
His gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window.
Su Wan seemed to understand the word "take off" he wrote on the blackboard. Her face turned bright red, and she grabbed the book in her hand to cover her face, leaving only her big, watery eyes showing as she glared at him with shame and indignation.
That look in her eyes wasn't angry at all; it was clearly seductive!
Qin Mo's eyes darkened instantly when he saw her shy expression.
He threw the chalk in his hand onto the lectern.
"Clatter".
The chalk broke in two.
"Study on your own this period."
After saying this, Qin Mo could no longer maintain the facade of a teacher.
He strode down from the podium and headed straight for the side door leading to the greenhouse corridor.
"Master! Master, where are you going?" Fang Qingyun, that clueless fellow, was still shouting from behind, "We haven't finished explaining the word 'take off' yet!"
"Go give this to your master's wife..."
Qin Mo's voice came from outside the door, carrying a hint of suppressed urgency and hoarseness:
"Catch up on your studies."
"Tell me about this... how exactly do you 'take it off'?"
……
The side door slammed shut.
But the classroom windows were so clear that they seemed to be invisible.
Magistrate Fang watched as the usually refined and proper Master Qin, upon stepping into the greenhouse, immediately loosened the restrictive button on his collar.
He was like a wolf that had finally shed its disguise, taking a few steps to the soft couch.
Before Su Wan could run away, he slammed her and the book against the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.
"Second brother...the students are still watching!"
Although Su Wan's panicked voice couldn't be heard, Magistrate Fang could read lips!
Qin Mo braced himself against the glass beside her ear with one hand, while his other hand gripped the back of her head in an extremely domineering manner.
He didn't kiss her directly.
Instead, he took off the gold-rimmed glasses from his nose.
Without the lenses obscuring his eyes, the possessiveness in them was practically overflowing.
He held the glasses and gently, slowly slid the cold temples down Su Wan's cheek.
It traced across her eyebrows and eyes, across the tip of her nose, and finally... lifted her chin.
Although no sound could be heard, the scene itself was enough to make one blush.
Qin Mo lowered his head, standing in front of the glass window, under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eager (actually, they were just enjoying the spectacle) eyes.
He did not kiss her lips.
Instead, he kissed her...eyes.
Extremely devout, yet also extremely...
It's like worshipping your own god, or savoring the most delicious dessert.
And behind him.
On that blackboard, the huge character "脱" (tuo, meaning "to detach") was particularly glaring in the sunlight.
"It's over...it's all over..."
Magistrate Fang slumped in his chair, watching his son still foolishly taking notes, even drawing an important mark next to him.
"This is hardly an academy..."
"This is clearly...this is the Qin family's harem!"
"My son... I'm afraid he'll never learn what 'don't look at what's improper' means in this lifetime!"
Magistrate Fang covered his eyes in grief and indignation.
But the gaps between his fingers were very wide.
Because he saw that the Second Master Qin seemed to have really started giving Madam Qin... in that greenhouse...
I've taken off my socks.
……
Inside the greenhouse corridor.
The temperature here is a few degrees higher than in the classroom, and the air is filled with the rich fragrance of jasmine.
"Second brother, have you gone mad?"
Su Wan was pressed against the glass window by Qin Mo, her back against the cold glass and her front against the burning hot man. She could clearly see that the students in the classroom, separated by only a wall, were staring wide-eyed at them.
The shame of being "watched" made her feel hot all over.
"crazy?"
Qin Mo chuckled and casually hung the gold-rimmed glasses on a nearby orchid leaf.
He was holding Su Wan's foot with one hand.
"I was thinking of doing this when I was on the podium just now."
"Does your sister-in-law know what I'm thinking when I'm giving a lecture up there?"
"What are you thinking about?" Su Wan's voice trembled as she tried to pull her foot back, but he stopped her.
"That scene...how beautiful it must be."
"Qin Mo! You...you've utterly disgraced yourself!" Su Wan was so ashamed she almost cried. This guy usually looked so serious, how come his head was full of such trash!
"Refined?"
Qin Mo raised his head, his phoenix eyes filled with mockery:
"What's the use of being polite in front of your sister-in-law?"
"Is it edible?"
"Can it still... make you feel good?"
As he spoke, his hand had already slipped down her ankle and into the wide hem of her skirt.
"Sister-in-law, this dress is nice."
"convenient."
"It's also convenient... for me to sneak around and do something naughty during breaks."
"No..." Su Wan exclaimed in surprise, because his hand had already touched that thin barrier, "The students are really watching!"
"Let them see."
Qin Mo not only didn't stop, but instead became even more wicked, picking Su Wan up and making her sit on the windowsill.
In this way, her height is just above the window frame.
From the classroom's perspective, one could only see the entanglement of the two people's upper bodies, but not the view beneath their skirts.
"They can only see me kissing you."
Qin Mo moved closer to her lips, their breaths mingling:
"But I can't see it..."
"What are my hands doing?"
"This secret... is known only to the two of us."
"Sister-in-law, concentrate."
"My second brother is going to check on us this class."
"Look at my sister-in-law... isn't she really like the one described in the poem...?"
……
In the classroom.
Magistrate Fang watched as the two embraced each other "like glue." Although their lower bodies were obscured by the window frame, one could see Qin Er Ye's shoulders, Qin Madam's arched neck, and her hands tightly gripping the curtains...
Even a fool knows what they're doing!
"Indecent and immoral! A disgrace to civility!"
As Magistrate Fang cursed, he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and shakily wrote it down:
[On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, at the hour of Wei (1-3 PM). In the academy's greenhouse, under the guise of giving a lecture, Master Qin... committed unspeakable acts. My son watched on with great interest.]
After finishing writing, he let out a long sigh.
"The waters of the Wolf Fang Special Zone... run too deep."
"I want to go home..."
"Even going back to eat cold steamed buns... is better than eating dog food here!"
However, just as he was about to get up and leave.
The forgotten blackboard eraser on the podium suddenly caught his attention.
Next to the blackboard eraser was a note that Qin Mo had slipped into the lesson plan earlier.
A gust of wind blew, and the note fluttered down, landing right at Magistrate Fang's feet.
Magistrate Fang picked it up out of curiosity and took a look.
There was a line of strong, small characters written on it—
[At midnight tonight, all the lights in the city will be turned off. My sister-in-law is afraid of the dark, so seven people... will be needed to take turns holding the lamps.]
"Clatter".
Magistrate Fang dropped the notebook from his hand.
Seven people?!
turn?!
Lights out again?!
"This...this is deadly!"
Magistrate Fang rolled his eyes and fainted from happiness once again.
And outside the glass window.
Qin Mo finally released the panting Su Wan.
He slowly retrieved his gold-rimmed glasses, put them on, straightened his slightly disheveled collar, and re-buttoned the abstinent top button.
Only the lingering flush behind the lenses hinted at the madness that had just transpired.
"get out of class dismissed."
He said something to the empty greenhouse.