"Loading"? I'm not quite sure what the ping pong teacher is talking about.

I'm willing to admit that after the start of the school year, I often pretended to be open in front of Angel.

But besides, I don't think there's any "pretending" component in my dealings.

Li Yonghua and I confronted each other.

I wondered what he had to do with his mother and why he commented on her in such a malicious tone.

"Don't look at me like that," Li Yonghua laughed, "Kang Yin will at least clearly mark the price, ...... you?"

His words sounded harsh. I clenched my hands into fists.

If he wasn't a teacher, I'd break his teeth. I took a deep breath and prepared to leave.

"Kang Rong, today is Thursday." I turned around and his rough voice sounded behind me again.

I cursed in my heart.

The table tennis teacher has been looking for me for more than a month, and the last few times have been like a routine.

Anyway, every time I go to that piano classroom, the rest of the process is the same.

I had rarely thought about breaking away from this deformed relationship, but now—after I knew he knew his mother—I hated being in the same space with him more than ever.

I pretended not to hear and walked away.

Li Yonghua trotted two steps to keep up with me. He put his arm around my shoulder, the smell of shoddy cigarettes filling the tip of his nose.

I kept my head down and didn't make any struggles (I didn't want people to see that), but I wrestled with him stiffly.

"I've seen it all, you and that Ann...... What Angel did at the wall. In broad daylight, you just put your arms around people's necks and kissed them, I really can't see it, hehe...... Kang Rong, I knew that you were pretending to be high in front of me, and I didn't have to be so polite to you at first. ”

He said contemptuously as he dragged me to the players' locker room on the edge of the playground.

If it weren't for my fever, and the discomfort in my knees, I wouldn't have been dragged by him so easily to that shady hut of chaos.

In a room of about 10 square meters, two blue and white lockers occupy half of the space.

Incandescent lights illuminated a row of jerseys scattered across a row of folding chairs. A shallow smell of sweat in the air.

I didn't feel anything but disgust—not even fear or insecurity.

"Teacher, I don't want to ...... again" I mustered up the courage to end this kind of thing, but I couldn't say the word that was associated with perversion.

"Okay, I don't have to use my hands anymore from today." Li Yonghua locked the door and turned off the incandescent lamp.

The whole room went dark. "Kang Rong, you don't want your teachers and classmates to know what your mother has done, so just settle down."

"She hasn't done anything!" I retorted excitedly.

The mother was just a single mother. She may not have done a decent job, but she hasn't done anything bad...... I couldn't convince myself to be proud of her, though.

But in any case, this is my family's business, and no one is qualified to point fingers at this.

"Hehe, that woman Conyin, how many families has she destroyed, you are her own son, will you know?" Li Yonghua unzipped my coat.

I stepped back, and within a few steps my back was back to the locker. I held his wrist: "Teacher...... Don't ...... that."

"Obedient, Kang Rong, we've known each other for so long, when did I ever violate you?" Li Yonghua's tone became gentle again, "Kang Yin is an obnoxious woman, but you are a likable child." Relax, I'm not going to do anything. ”

"Don't talk about my mom!" I was enraged—I could hear his contempt for my mother, and I could guess that it was because she had paid attention to me in the first place, and then came to me.

He has not violated my body; But the negative impact of what he asked me to do is far from being offset by a sentence of "no violation".

"Kang Rong, you can't beat me. If you don't let go, I can't guarantee how many colors you'll hang up when you go out. Li Yonghua's breathing became heavier, and his voice became thicker.

My physique is not as strong as his, but I'm not so weak that I can't hold a chicken. I still held his hand, choosing between fighting with him and forbearing.