"Let that chick suffer, if we can't do such a small request, won't it be in vain? Don't worry, we are good friends, since you treat us with sincerity, we will never sit idly by and ignore you......" Amanda said in a high-sounding manner, but it was difficult to hide the smug look on her face, after all, creating different versions of gossip is also one of her business areas.

Bai Xinrui stared at Amanda's face carefully, and found that her wide nose with upturned lip line was more and more similar to the style of the female version of Mr. Bean, but what she said was not Bean.

"Oh? How are you going to play the following games? Bai Xinrui did not move, is this the added value that Amy once mentioned?

"Do you think that in a beautiful and harmonious campus like ours, the story of a troubled girl from a sad single-parent family who rejected the president of the student union due to psychological illness will earn more tears? Or is it more of a topic? ”

Vicky laughed out loud, and she could tell that since taking AP English Literature and Composition classes at the college level with her seniors, Amanda's rhetoric had become extremely elegant, but it was really not to be underestimated.

"Let's talk about the details." Bai Xinrui began to appreciate Amanda, it seems that this unattractive senior sister is not in vain, she really has some talents.

"The less information we have, the better we can use our imagination, isn't it? Since ancient times, single-parent families have been closely related to ethical love dramas...... is either unmarried and pregnant, or illegitimate child, or the story of a young woman who clings to the powerful as a third party and is swept away. ”

Amanda continued to show off the beautiful rhetoric she had cultivated in AP language and literature classes, "Whatever version you want, whether it's a sinner through the ages who has lost his conscience and is spurned, or a bitter drama that earns cheap tears, or a suspenseful drama full of doubts, I have the perfect and beautiful script here...... Even if these stories are a bit old-fashioned, it doesn't prevent us from unleashing them to confuse the public. The geniuses of our school have so much imagination, and with these basic prototypes, they will definitely live up to expectations to develop, speculate, and make up countless more bloody stories, and when the time comes, the parties will ......."

Amanda has gone into a frenzy, and she gushes about her brilliant ideas and implementations.

The white camellia stamens on the side of the elegant black and white bell hat trembled in the wind, blooming vividly on the bright cheeks of Bai Xinrui, lining her slightly raised lips and pretty eyebrows, it was a smile that could not be concealed.

***

The elevator door opened, and Chen Chen and Yi Ting got off the elevator on the third floor of the library and walked towards the small lecture hall.

Along the way, Yiting complained: "Was that a physiology and hygiene class last week?" What physiological structure, proper nouns, I talked a lot, and my head was big! We're not studying medicine! ”

"It's not called a physical hygiene class, it's a sex education class." Chenchen corrected him.

Yi Ting ignored Chenchen and continued to complain: "...... The funniest thing is that one person also sent a bunch of picture cards with words, so that after taking a shower, he looked in the mirror and found the corresponding positions of the organs on the cards on his body one by one. If I was so stupid as to listen to her, Li En would be so frightened that he jumped out of the window and escaped! ”

Chenchen made up the scene described by Yi Ting, and burst out laughing.

The middle-aged woman who gave them a lesson at this time last week was already standing in front of the podium at this moment, and in Chenchen's eyes, she looked like Amy, Xie Er's girlfriend in "The Big Bang Theory", and she was dressed even more rusticly.

She wears short light brown ear-length hair, which is rarely seen in the United States, wears black-rimmed glasses, and is slightly chubby. It was obviously not cold in the lecture hall, but he was wearing a brick-red plaid turtleneck knit sweater with thick materials, a dark blue straight skirt ironed as neat as new, and black stockings were still opaque.

In short, she had no skin on her body except for her face and hands, and she almost covered her face with a wide black scarf, as an Arab woman does. This is the most conservative dress he has ever seen since Chenchen arrived in the United States, and it is more tightly covered than the old gentlemen in their seventies at the school.

What Yi Ting said is not unreasonable, how can such a woman who abides by stereotypes talk about such a taboo topic well?

Looking at Yi Ting's indignant face, Chen Chen thought it was really interesting, so he deliberately teased him and said, "What? Do you think the content of this course is not exciting enough? Didn't you send out a questionnaire at the end of the last lesson? If you want to hear anything, you can write your opinion. ”

Yi Ting seemed to have been seen through his heart, his face turned red, he glared at Chen Chen with a look of not admitting himself, and whispered: "Who thinks it's not exciting enough?" I'm just talking about that, Dr. Shell's lecture is not lively and lively, and it is boring to listen to. ”

The Shell Doctor in Grace's mouth was Grace Baker, and she was the lady standing here at this moment, ready to give a lecture to her classmates, and everyone affectionately called her Miss Baker.

Attached to the handout is a resume of Miss Baker, a nursing graduate from Cornell University who is currently working as the head nurse in the obstetrics and gynecology department at a nearby university hospital.

She will give a series of lectures on sex education for new students every year in the fall semester after the opening of school A, however, for her specific age, the information does not show that Chenchen speculates from her appearance and posture that she should be in her early forties, which is on par with her mother.

Chenchen's eyes still inevitably fell on the huge box on the ground beside Miss Baker. It was a large rectangular traditional English suitcase, larger than the check-in suitcase on an airplane, in the old-fashioned style of the last century, black, with faded metal corner guards around the four corners, and pulleys.

The box looks so sturdy that it won't be damaged for another 50 years, and at first glance it looks like the kind of box that a magician pushes onto the stage, a treasure chest that contains rabbits, pigeons, goldfish, roses, pokers, balloons, and even a big living person without paying attention.

Miss Baker usually puts her treasure chest pulley at the front of the small lecture hall, and then leaves it open as if it were a book, so that the magical treasure chest becomes a small black cabinet with its contents at a glance.

In the first lesson, Miss Baker not only took out books and handouts from this treasure chest, but also a set of organ cards for each of the various parts of the body, which added a lot of fun to the somewhat dull class.

Chenchen looked around the small lecture hall, and more than half of the students had come one after another. A group of female classmates were talking about something around Bai Xinrui, and from time to time they let out unbridled and shrill laughter.

For the gossip content that girls are keen on, Chenchen has never been interested. As his gaze moved back, he glanced past the crowd and saw Wen Jin.

It's not that there's anything particularly striking about her today, it's because she's the only one sitting in the last row of the lecture hall. This is obviously very different from her style of always preferring to be closest to the teacher in class on weekdays.

The small lecture hall was much larger than their usual class of less than twelve people, not in the Harkness round-table layout, but in a theater-like arrangement, with about thirty or forty seats.

This small lecture hall is used for small seminars in various clubs on weekdays. The sexuality pedagogy course is located here, perhaps because of the size of the population.

In order to avoid the lack of a course, the school did not formalize the placement of classes in a larger conference hall, but still planned a small class teaching plan, dividing the eighth and ninth graders into six groups to receive Miss Baker's training courses at different times.

Chenchen was the last group, so he waited for almost two months in anticipation before it was their turn to take this class.

The lecture hall is not as equipped as a classroom, except for a regular whiteboard and slide projector, and the whiteboard in front of it is neatly written with markers and "Sex Education", and a man, a woman, and a child are drawn underneath.

At this time, Miss Baker turned on the computer, skillfully connected the projector, and then took out a large stack of checkered paper from the treasure chest, and took out two square boxes, one pink and one green, and placed them on the edge of the lectern.

At this moment, most of the students in the small lecture hall have already sat down, and seeing that Miss Baker actually turned on the projector today, everyone has a secret smile in the corners of their eyes, and they are chatting about something. The scene was comparable to that of peasant uncles and aunts, who had no entertainment life all year round, and when they heard that the village was going to show free open-air movies, they came over with small benches to watch it.

Miss Baker opened her voice and said, "Everyone is quiet. The noise in the small lecture hall died down.

"Before we start today's lecture, give each of us 15 minutes to write a short es......say," he said, and the checkered paper on Ms. Baker's podium was placed in the first row, and the students in the front row each took one and handed it to the students sitting in the back.

"Ah, there are quizzes for this kind of class, huh?" Yi Ting, who was sitting next to Chenchen, muttered reluctantly.

Miss Baker's face was ruddy and full, and the high neckline of her knit shirt showed off the fat on her chin.

She said aloud: "The title of today's essay is 'My Sexual Fantasies'......"

Before she could finish her sentence, the classroom was in an uproar.

"What?" Several of the classmates blushed and asked questions at the same time, the shy girls exclaimed, the boys laughed exaggeratedly to hide their embarrassment, and I don't know who also gave a loud whistle.

Miss Baker held out her hands to show everyone to be quiet, and then continued, "...... Everyone hurry up and write, only fifteen minutes, and after writing, the boys put it in this green box, and the girls put it in the pink box, and then I will ask the boys and girls to exchange and read their work. ”