Done!I'm surrounded by yanderes!

"This kid is going to marry Xiaoying soon. Do you want to hurry up or not?" Brother Zhang suddenly spoke.

I obviously felt that after Brother Zhang came up with the topic, he kicked my foot and stopped.

"Yes, yes, I want to come and send you invitations." I quickly followed Brother Zhang's words.

"I didn't expect you to be so dedicated." The way the class teacher looked at me seemed to change.

"This kid didn't have any luck. Xiaoying has become a big star and hasn't dumped him yet." Brother Zhang deliberately exaggerated to make the class teacher laugh.

"That's great. Maybe I misjudged you and Xiaoying before." The class teacher said weakly to encourage them.

"Did you make a mistake?" I didn't understand, but I did have a strange feeling about Xiaoying.

"At that time, I felt that your relationship was unreal." The class teacher turned his hair away and his eyes dropped.

"I have always been grateful for your help to me." I didn't know what to say, so I could only express my gratitude blankly.

Unexpectedly, I was silent for a while. Brother Zhang obviously couldn't sit still and kept rubbing my feet under the table, seeming very anxious.

Although it felt strange, I was also embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"Why haven't we had a drink yet? How can we have a happy conversation without a drink?" Brother Zhang suddenly realized something.

I immediately understood what Brother Zhang meant and prepared to order a drink.

"It's up to me to choose the wine." Brother Zhang immediately held me down, stood up randomly, and walked to the bar to choose the wine.

Only then did I realize that after Brother Zhang left, the kick that kicked me was still there.

Wasn't it Brother Zhang who was kicking me just now?

I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart and looked under the table.

A pair of beautiful feet in black stockings stepped on my calves, rubbing up little by little.

The owner of these feet is the class teacher.

I didn't expect this to be the case at all, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The class teacher changed from his previous cold demeanor and chuckled.

"You are still so shy." The class teacher smiled.

"I..." I felt my face was extremely hot.

"That's what men are like. Even if they get married, they can't resist the temptation." The class teacher seemed a little bored and put his feet on the table and looked at me.

"No, I don't have that thought at all."

"Sure enough, a married old woman has no charm at all to a boy like you." The class teacher picked up a magazine and Xiaoying was on the cover.

Xiaoying seemed to be looking at me.

"no..."

"Don't take it too seriously. I just want to have fun. Anyway, the relationship between men and women is just like this, and this life is meaningless." The corners of the class teacher's eyes seemed to be crying because of the presence of tear moles.

"Obviously there are many people who like you." I don't know if it's useful to say "come on, there's still hope" at this time, but looking at the class teacher's expression, I know that I can't understand her pain and emotional vacancy. Emotions are still needed to make up for it.

"It's a good comfort. If you go home with me tonight, I will cheer up." The class teacher sat back down and looked at me with interest.

"It's not me, it's Brother Zhang..." I answered sincerely.

"Now I am just such a casual old woman. I don't care about anything. I just want to be happy before dying suddenly one day. But I must not be that kind of guy." The class teacher said dejectedly.

"Why..." I didn't understand, but I felt that the class teacher said a lot of things from his heart.

"Here comes the wine, Brother Zhang's selection, have a good drink today!" Brother Zhang happily held the wine, opened the lid, and patiently took care of the class teacher.

The class teacher's eyes gradually turned cold, and he didn't seem to want to pay attention to Brother Zhang.

But at that moment, I felt that the class teacher seemed to be afraid of Brother Zhang.

After drinking all night, I wanted to give Brother Zhang and the class teacher a chance to leave first.

Who knew that the class teacher would drop in with me and ask me to take her home.

Brother Zhang also drank a lot and left feeling relieved.

"Have you changed your mind?" the class teacher asked me while sitting in the car.

"I think you are avoiding Brother Zhang." I whispered my guess.

"I was avoiding him." The class teacher admitted naturally.

"Why?" I couldn't understand.

"Anyone can do it, but he can't. This is something only a poor woman of my age can understand." The class teacher smiled bitterly.

"Are you afraid of him?

Afraid he really likes you?

Afraid of being seen by him for your true appearance?

Or do you actually like him but no longer dare to take it seriously? "I can only speculate on the class teacher's thoughts based on my own thoughts.

"You won't understand." The class teacher smiled relievedly and opened the car window to let in the wind.

"I'm very happy to be able to chat with you." The class teacher suddenly turned his head and looked at me.

"I'm very happy too, but I'm very worried about you. I hope you can get a little more hope. You're in a very bad state right now." I didn't know how to convince the class teacher.

"My husband is a well-known Ph.D. in physics, and we are actually very loving. But one day he suddenly told me that this world is false, and asking me to die with him is the only way to wake up." The class teacher said Her short hair was messed up by the wind.

"Do you understand this feeling? I have never thought about it before, nor have I cared about it. After his death, the whole world really seems to be false. This feeling tortures me day and night, and it is becoming more and more real. I already regret not accepting his invitation..." The class teacher held his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"Perhaps women with tear moles are destined to be unknown." The class teacher wiped away his inadvertent tears.

"I actually feel the same way. I always feel like I'm missing something. I don't know if it's a memory problem or a cognitive problem. I also have a strong sense of falseness...especially Xiaoying." The class teacher heard If so, I can finally express all the painful feelings I have been feeling during this period of time.

"I didn't expect you to understand me." The class teacher smiled and touched my head.

"I understand. I know your pain deeply. I can empathize with your feelings. Everything is true and false. It feels suffocating." I also collapsed a little.

"It's a pity that we're already home." The class teacher glanced out of the car window.

"Okay, so let's work hard together." I also wanted to encourage the class teacher.

"Are you really not going to change your mind?" The class teacher gave me a teasing look.

"..."

"It doesn't matter, your first kiss is worth remembering for a long time." The class teacher closed the door lonely.

I don't know why I feel an uncomfortable feeling in my heart.

[November 2017, 10]

The class teacher sent me a message and asked me to read it when I was alone.

It's really strange,

But I still watched it while Xiaoying was not at home.

"You must read the following information when you are safe alone."

"I've done some research for you, and there's no record of Xiao Ying in our school. Your weirdness may be justified."

"But the most important thing is."

"This photo can only be shown to you alone. You won't blush."

I put down my phone,

I was happy that the class teacher didn't seem so sad anymore and even joked with me.

The sad thing is,

Is everything about Xiaoying really fake?

Why do I clearly remember that she is my junior high school girl?

Is she really hiding something from me?

Chapter 200 The truth buried deep in the world

While I was thinking about Xiaoying's forged identity, I was waiting for her to come home. Maybe she just forged her academic qualifications to become a star?

But while I was fantasizing, I couldn't help but think of what the class teacher said. This world is false.

The long wait made me restless, and I hadn't thought about whether I should ask Xiaoying what was going on.

I picked up my phone and prepared to search for information about Xiaoying's job. After all, Brother Zhang said she was a star, so I could definitely find it. How did she suddenly become a star from a small anchor last month? Why do I have no memory at all? No.

When I opened the web page, the headline news was that a woman from a certain university fell to her death. The reason was suspected to be because the death of her husband was a huge shock.

By some strange mistake, I clicked on this news. The woman in it jumped down in front of the surveillance camera, as if she had returned herself and her freedom to the dead leaves of the wind. She kept circling until even the wind could no longer hold her up. The weight fell heavily.

The smiling face in the final surveillance screen was clearly that of the class teacher.

This is impossible, this...impossible, how is this possible!

She was obviously sending me messages not long ago.

I quickly forwarded this news to Brother Zhang.

"Brother Zhang! Something big happened, the class teacher..."

"Who is the class teacher?" Brother Zhang replied quickly, but it made my heart feel cold.

What happened to all this?

I quickly wanted to click on the information sent to me by the class director to confirm it again.

"Click." The door opened.

I quickly put away my phone.

Xiaoying returned home after a busy day's work.

Tired and a little eager, I pressed over.

"Thank you for your hard work..." I quickly asked Xiaoying to sit down and rest.

"I'm really busy today. It's really hard to shoot today's commercial." Xiaoying complained and stretched out her phone in front of me.

Inside are the advertising samples she took today.

It turns out that she has worked so hard today, and I am still doubting her. Is it a bit too much?

"I was forced to take photos all day today. The sweat from my feet has stuck to my black stockings and they are all smelly. Husband, please come and squeeze them." Xiaoying took off her outer clothes.

"You should eat first, and then I'll give you a good squeeze after you finish eating." I saw Xiaoying's black stockings, and I felt a little resistant for some reason, inexplicably thinking of the class teacher.

Although this matter has nothing to do with Xiaoying, I still can't help but feel fear.

I made an excuse and walked to the bedroom to catch my breath.

Xiaoying followed in and lay on the sofa in front of the window sill.

He leaned his head and asked softly,

"Don't you like the feeling of black stockings rubbing against your legs the most? You obviously can't stop, right?" There was a joking look in her charming eyes, as if she was thinking about how to eat her own food.

"I didn't..." I didn't know if Xiaoying knew about my class teacher and Brother Zhang drinking together, or if she was just teasing me.

"What about something like this?" Xiaoying stood up slowly and stepped over.

"What are you doing? Are you tired after working all day?" I quickly wanted to change the subject.

"Will this be very comfortable?" Xiaoying looked at me with a playful smile.

"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll give you a squeeze." I obeyed and wanted to give Xiaoying a massage.