That day, I will remember for the rest of my life that he was still sober.
Maybe, I'm a little confused.
He saw the darling of the teachers in the school, the idol of the girls in the class, the man the girls in the school had never seen outside the ranking list, clumsily climbing onto the desk.
The boy shouted proudly: "What are you looking at! I am a man who will become a botanist in the future!"
The man who "wanted to be a botanist in the future" never looked at him because this was just a corner where a guy who went to class every day sat.
His hand reached into the belly of the table, pinched a corner of the botanical illustration, and chuckled: Are you sure you want to become a botanist, man?
Child, you are too young.
The master is always the guy who sleeps in class.
Sleeping in class, the sultry genius attacks and the arrogant and domineering student gets fucked