Our English teacher is a newly transferred female college student who has just graduated, she is very beautiful, with bright eyes and bright teeth, tender skin, and a very hot body.

She usually likes to wear a light pink shirt to class, which seems intellectual and professional, and there are several times when I can't help but want to take a sneak peek, but I haven't had the guts.

Originally, I have always been brave to the English teacher, because she has always been very serious, often with a pretty face, she is too cold, so cold that I don't even have the courage to talk to her.

However, since that peeking into the contents of her diary, I've been messy!

Here's the thing, it happened to be our group's turn to be on duty that day, I got out of school and went to a WC, and when I came back, the classroom had already been cleaned, and they left the teacher's office to clean it for me. I saw that it was not too early, and it happened that the teacher's office had not yet closed, so I planned to hurry up and go home after sweeping twice.

I thought the teachers were gone, but when I went in, I found that the English teacher was still there, and she seemed to be writing something, and she looked like she was in a hurry. I coughed twice on purpose, and the English teacher quickly looked up and saw me, she let out an exaggerated sigh, and I clearly saw that her hands were shaking twice. I muttered to myself, she wouldn't be doing anything bad, would she?

But she quickly regained her composure, and asked me what I was doing in the office, and I said I was here to clean, and she didn't say anything, and then she cleaned up the things on the table, looking a little anxious.

Then her phone rang suddenly, she was obviously quite flustered, her hands trembled, and she almost shook the phone up, and her frightened look almost made me laugh.

Instead of answering the phone in front of me, she left in an even more hurried manner. I saw her take a notebook out of a drawer and stuff it nervously into her bag, but she missed it and fell to the floor, but she didn't notice it, and a cigarette slipped away, and when she passed me, she told me to sweep her seat clean. I deliberately didn't tell her that I had dropped it, and when she was gone, I ran over and picked it up to see what it was.

I picked up the notebook on the floor, the cover was quite simple, the pages were a bit old, and it was obvious that it had been turned many times. What makes me a little sore is that her notebook is locked. I thought of something, and suddenly my heart chuckled, Nima, it can't be a diary, right?!

Thinking of this possibility, my heart jumped, if it was really her diary, would I write some private things about her? I originally wanted to read it directly here, but these locks were difficult to open and die, I gritted my teeth, and I was ready to take it home, I still don't believe that the English teacher will know that I took it?

So I swept the floor, stuffed my notebook into my bag and ran home.

When I got home, I didn't do anything, I just rushed into the room and tossed the notebook. But this lock is not easy to open, I tried dozens of passwords, none of them hit, I was angry, and I opened it violently.

When I opened it, I looked at the contents, shit, it's really a fucking diary!

I turned the first page, and there were a few words written on it, very simple, just three words: love to pain.

When I saw these words, I immediately felt a strong smell of Wenqing.

I continued to turn the next page, and sure enough, the diary appeared, and I recognized the handwriting, which was written by her. Most of her work is a record of some of her daily life, as well as the days when her aunt came, and how she felt when she came to class for the first time after graduation.

I turned several pages in a row, I didn't see what I was interested in, I was a little bored, I just wanted to put it down, and suddenly I saw the hot one!

She wrote: Men are dirty, sweaty and smelly, and I hate men.

Didn't she have a boyfriend, she hated men, did she quarrel with her boyfriend?

My appetite was hung up, and I quickly flipped it down, but the more I watched, the more shocked I became, the more excited I became, damn, I never thought that the English teacher who usually looks so dignified and cold turned out to be a lesbian!

I couldn't help but feel my heart tumbling at the time, Nima is so exciting!

After that, she wrote a lot, including a lot of her own little secrets, and after I read it, I couldn't calm down for a long time, and I suddenly had a bold idea!

The next day, I went to school early, and I specially stuffed her diary into my school bag, planning to find a suitable opportunity to hand her hand again, hehe.

The third class in the morning was English class, and sure enough, she was late, and looking at her appearance, her brows were locked all the time, and she looked very anxious, and I knew at a glance that she must have found that the diary was missing, and she was worried. I'm curious, what would her expression be if I handed her the diary in person?

She obviously didn't take this class seriously, and in the middle of the class, she announced the homework for us to study on their own, and I didn't listen carefully, so I was thinking about how to approach her. I've always been brave before, but this time I read her diary and grabbed her handle, and if I don't take advantage of it, I'll be so sorry for my conscience.

When I was out of school in the morning, I was still thinking about how to do it, but the English teacher took the initiative to call me to her office from outside the door. I was immediately overjoyed, hehe, there's a play!

She was not the only one in the office, there were several other teachers, but they all looked like they were leaving. After she called me over, she didn't ask me directly about the diary, but pretended to ask me about my studies. I didn't poke her, so I thought it was funny.

I also cooperate with her, after all, there are still a lot of people. It didn't take long for the other teachers to leave, and I also found out that the math teacher of the dog day, that little flat head, seemed to be a little interesting to the English teacher, and called the English teacher twice to go to dinner together, and that eye was very thief, random sweeping, really fucking brute.

Sure enough, after all the teachers were gone, the English teacher even told me to close the door, and she and I were the only ones left. She pretended to correct the homework, and then deliberately asked me casually if I had seen a red notebook when I was sweeping the floor yesterday.