When I Went to Register for School, My Dad Was 25 and I Was 15. My Homeroom Teacher Crashed on the Spot After Seeing My Dad's Photo

I had just started high school when my homeroom teacher asked me to fill out guardian information. I was 15. My dad was 25. The teacher called me to her office, grinning like a vixen: "Student, I don't have time for jokes, hurry up and fill in the real guardian information." I looked completely innocent: "Teacher, my dad is 25." She didn't believe me until I pulled out my dad's photo. At that moment, the smile on her face was cleaner than the fifty yuan in my pocket. [Chapter 1] The first day of high school, the air was filled with the smell of new books and the restless hormones of young boys and girls. My name is Lin.