So all the wives were waiting for me to break up with them.

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Ning Moxin's inner thigh.

Hehehe~~

Ning Moxin chuckled as she approached Zhou You, placing her hand on his chest. "Are you reminiscing, Zhou? If you want, Teacher Ning's other thigh is also an option... to let you leave your warmth behind."

"I do not have……"

Bang!

Before Zhou You could finish speaking, the classroom door was pushed open from the outside.

A group of girls, led by Tang An'an, walked in laughing and joking. Then, they were all stunned when they saw the Ink and Water CP they shipped looking so intimate.

Zhou You and Tang An'an were both stunned by the sudden situation, but Ning Moxin was the first to react. She separated from Zhou You and casually explained, not really caring whether they believed her or not.

"Teacher, I almost fell just now, but thanks to Zhou, I was able to catch up with you."

"Oh," Tang An'an responded, her little face flushed with excitement.

“Teacher Ning is right.” Zhou You echoed Ning Moxin earnestly from the side.

"I know~~ Zhou You, can you help Teacher Ning who almost fell down~~" Tang An'an waved her hand, turned around and ran to the corner of the classroom with the other girls.

They sat down in two rows, one after the other, and then eagerly took out their phones, tapping rapidly on the screen to send messages in the "sugar-coated" group.

Occasionally, they would whisper to each other, and when they got excited, they would let out strange laughter.

Zhou You looked at them with a puzzled expression, but couldn't figure it out. Just then, Ning Moxin called him to go to the principal's office to get her lesson plans, so he stopped thinking about it and quickly left the classroom.

Ning Moxin stood on the podium, took out a USB flash drive from a practical and aesthetically pleasing pouch at her waist, and began checking the PPT for the class by moving the mouse.

Once she entered teacher mode, her expression became focused and serious, radiating an aura of teaching and nurturing, completely different from her previous 'debauchery,' making her appear exceptionally upright.

Tap tap~~ Tap tap~~

Everyone was doing their own thing when suddenly a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the classroom.

Three or four female psychology students rushed over and stopped at the classroom door. Their hair was disheveled from running. Among them was Tang An'an's good friend, Hua Pingping.

"An'an!" Hua Pingping patted his chest, which was so prominent it could make an A cup jealous, and shouted. He rushed to Tang An'an with lightning speed.

"Calm down, have you forgotten our rules?!" Tang An'an's expression was serious. Their Ink Support Club was an organized and disciplined team.

When the rules were mentioned, Hua Pingping's expression changed slightly. She took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress her excitement.

He then plopped down next to Tang An'an and whispered, "An'an, tell me in detail."

"no problem."

Tang An'an cleared her throat, intending to describe to Hua Pingping the scene she had witnessed of the inkstones snuggling together affectionately.

The short-haired, bespectacled woman next to Hua Pingping suddenly handed her a piece of paper.

“I have written down everything that happened.”

"Jingjing! That's amazing!"

Hua Pingping exclaimed in admiration, took the book with both hands, and looked at it with an inexplicably devout expression. She muttered very softly, "The gentle and generous Teacher Ning was invited to the classroom early in the morning by Zhou, who looks like a little puppy but is actually a big bad wolf. He then forcefully pushed her onto the podium, the place where she usually teaches."

"She kept repeating to herself, 'Zhou will have students coming to the classroom soon, we can't do this,' but her body was still hopelessly addicted to this incredibly stimulating forbidden pleasure, unable to extricate herself, coyly letting Zhou take liberties with her, her mind gradually sinking into an abyss..."

"..."

After Hua Pingping finished reading, she was left with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Tang An'an, standing beside her, asked in surprise, "Jingjing, how do you know so much? Didn't you come to the classroom with me?"

The short-haired girl with glasses adjusted her glasses and said, "Of course I was just guessing. Is there any need to ask?"

She glanced at Ning Moxin, who was diligently preparing her lesson on the podium, and said, "Do you really expect a woman as ethereal as Teacher Ning to willingly descend to the mortal realm?"

Upon hearing this, the other girls all turned to look at Ning Moxin in unison.

When Ning Moxin looked up at them because she felt their gazes, and gave them a heartwarming smile, making them feel Teacher Ning's almost overflowing gentleness, they couldn't help but nod at the same time.

"That's right, that makes sense!" *N

How could a fairy-like teacher like Ning possibly do such strange things on her own initiative?

Shortly before class, the female students from the psychology department rushed to the classroom one by one, gathered together to read the note with the short story written by the girl with short hair and glasses.

Only when the bell rang and Zhou You returned with the lesson plan and handed it to Ning Moxin did they part ways with barely suppressed smiles.

"Hahahaha~~" *N

Today was another day full of sweet moments.

267. Which one is the real Sister Mo?

Ding-a-ling~~ Ding-a-ling~~

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Ning Moxin packed up her lesson plans and left with Zhou You, leaving behind the restless female psychology students who had gathered together.

The cute girl, A, jumped in front of the short-haired girl with glasses, holding the piece of paper with the little story written on it.

Snapped!

She slammed the paper down on the desk.

"Quiet!"

"What's wrong?" The short-haired girl with glasses looked at A.

A grabbed the arm of the short-haired, bespectacled girl, rubbing against her with his own slightly undulating body, and said ingratiatingly, "Could you write another four thousand words? I want to read them."

She paused, her eyes lighting up, "Why don't you just write a fanfiction about Ink, Jingjing?"

"..."

"Please, Jingjing~~"

"I have very important things to do, I don't have time," the short-haired girl with glasses replied helplessly.

He continued to rub against A, acting cute, "What could be more important than writing ink fanfiction? Jingjing, don't force me to kneel down and beg you."

"Of course."

The short-haired girl with glasses straightened up and used her other hand, which wasn't being held, to open the notebook on her desk and turn to a certain page.

She showed the above content to A and Tang An'an and others who had also gathered around her.

Tang An'an recited it rhythmically from the side.

The story can be summarized in a few sentences.

The woman is direct, the man is hesitant, creating an extremely ambiguous dynamic.

The prologue describes how he and she met.

He and she are still on different paths.

......"

"What is this?" one of the girls asked curiously.

"This is 'Four Ha Songs,' and I plan to use it as dance music for the New Year's Eve party." The short-haired girl with glasses adjusted her glasses.

"Four Ha Songs?" *N

The female students in the psychology department blinked in unison upon hearing this.

Tang An'an rubbed her smooth chin, trying to understand. "Does 'Four Ha' refer to our 'hahahaha' code? Then the 'Four Ha' song, plus these lyrics, isn't it specifically for..."

She paused, exchanged glances with the other girls for a moment, and then they all stared intently at the short-haired girl with glasses.

The short-haired, bespectacled girl, under their intense gaze, calmly nodded, acknowledging their guess.

They received affirmation from the short-haired, bespectacled girl, and their expressions gradually became excited.

The girl with the short hair and glasses, who was sticking to her eyelashes, couldn't help but shout, "Jingjing! My Superman! The eternal God!"

(The original version of "Four Ha Songs" exists.)

Putting aside the fact that the Ink Support Club might even have its own theme song in the future.

Zhou You and Ning Moxin walked at a leisurely pace, following the hurried flow of students as they left the teaching building and headed towards the office building as usual.

Walking on the asphalt road shaded by trees, the trees were extremely tall and thick, creating a contrasting beauty with the slender woman. The environment was quiet and peaceful. A few students took advantage of the good weather to sit by the flower bed reading books, occasionally whispering and laughing. It was a leisurely scene without much of the realities of life.

Zhou You glanced at Ning Moxin beside him. She was smiling because of the relaxed atmosphere among the students. Her smile was gentle and warm, and she had a kind of loving feeling.

Which one is the real Sister Mo?

Is she the one exuding the air of a teacher now, or the one with forbidden charm who seemed to have fallen into an abyss just now, or the one who is usually gentle and generous?

"Xiao You, what are you thinking about? Why are you staring at me?" Perhaps Zhou You had been staring at Ning Moxin for too long, because she turned to look at him.

"I'm thinking……"

Zhou You hesitated for a moment, but did not hide anything. Besides being his girlfriend, Sister Mo was also his psychology professor. "...Sister Mo, what kind of person are you?"

After saying that, he immediately gave his own answer: "Human beings are multifaceted. The way we interact with each other will naturally be different depending on the person we're with. So, Sister Mo, you just like interacting with me this way, right?"

"Regarding this..." Ning Moxin smiled gently, as if giving a patient lecture, "...Xiao You must remember that appearances may have many facets, but the essence does not."

"Does it lack multifaceted nature?"

"Yes, it's like there are some things I would do that Yun Mingyue definitely wouldn't do. Teacher Ning is Teacher Ning, and Sister Hua is Sister Hua."

"..." Zhou You pondered, seemingly lost in thought.

The two chatted as they walked into the office building, stood outside the elevator, and waited quietly.

The number on the elevator display changed from five to one.

Ding!

The elevator doors slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman dressed in a fur coat, with her hair pulled up high, and dressed like a wealthy lady, stepped out.

When Ning Moxin saw her, her expression changed slightly, almost uncontrollably.

"Mo Xin." The woman dressed as a noblewoman looked at Ning Mo Xin and addressed her in a very intimate manner.

“Auntie…” Ning Moxin stammered, sounding a little confused.