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 has short light brown ear-length hair that is rarely seen in the United States nowadays, ******, and a slightly chubby figure. 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.

Miss Baker turned on her computer, expertly connected to the projector, and then took out a large stack of plaid paper from the treasure box, 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. ”

Occasional snickering could still be heard in the small lecture hall, but most of the students had already begun to write essays.