Woke Up, The Love Game Became A Thriller

The middle-aged man walked to the podium, still holding his thermos cup tightly with one hand, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the other hand.

"Everyone has worked hard," he said. "Something happened between classes today, and I think everyone knows about it. In order to prevent this from affecting everyone's review, the school specially invited a psychological teacher to give everyone a psychological relief class——"

Hearing the word "psychological teacher", the class has already exploded.Many students poked their heads to look at the door, as if they wanted to see the figure behind the thin door.

"Is it Teacher Si?"

"I think so! Look at this one!"

There are small glass windows in every door.From the glass window, one can clearly see two thin, bloodless lips, with the lower jaw exposed and a small section of smooth and slender neck.There is also a slight mole on the side of the neck.

This small window was not opened low, at least when the class teacher came in, what was reflected in that section of glass was the forehead, not the neck.The person outside is obviously quite superior in height.

The head teacher put the thermos cup back on the table.The voices in the first few rows became louder, and some good students mustered up their courage and dared to ask which psychology teacher was outside.

"Which one else could it be?" said the class teacher, "You're almost in your third year of high school, so of course you have to find someone who seems to be in a good mood..."

Before the words were finished, the cheers rose sharply, and all the little heads turned to the direction of the door.Kou Dong looked at the situation, knocked on the little boy's desk, and asked him in a low voice, "What psychology teacher?"

The little boy Ben patronized and called, not wanting to answer at all.Turning to see it was him, he hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "It's Teacher Si."

"Which Teacher Si?"

"You guys just transferred here, I don't know," the little boy explained to him, "It's the youngest one. When you see each other later, you'll know each other."

Kou Dong wanted to ask again, but the classroom door slammed lightly.

The young psychology teacher outside the door has already stepped in.His lips were very thin, without much color, but his brows and eyes were as deep as ink that couldn't be stirred.He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, his eyes were faint, and he scanned everyone present.

It didn't seem like he was looking at anyone specially, but Kou Dong felt the skin on his face was burning, and he couldn't help but lean back slightly, as if he was burned by his gaze.

"Please sit down," the psychology teacher said, slightly closing her slender and clean fingers, and carelessly rubbing her fingertips against the tiger's mouth. "The class will start soon."

His gaze passed Kou Dong's body instantly, and the corners of his lips seemed to be upturned, with a faint smile on his face.

"Psychological relief requires everyone to be obedient..."

"If you say you close your eyes, you can't open them halfway."

The author has something to say:

Kou Dong: ...I'm so cool, I feel like he's trying to ghs while I close my eyes!

Gong: What do you think, Jinjiang's Gong is below the neck, it can't be done.