I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 175 Special Chapter 7: Me and You When We Were Kids (2)

I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 《你是男的我也爱》Ni Shi Nan De Wo Ye Ai
I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 175: Me and You When We Were Kids (2)

Mai Ding looked at the classrooms as he walked by, it was normal, too normal, the children in each class seemed quiet and well-behaved.” The hallway was silent and Mai Ding, completely unconcerned, groped curiously to the right and to the left.

Inside it was a simple office, a woman with her legs crossed on a desk, nibbling bubble gum, not surprised by the sudden intrusion of two guests.

“Who taught you to be so rude?”

“It was you.” As soon as she heard that this was one of the students and she taught him, the woman changed her tone: “A very good way to teach.” 

Mai Ding smiled and bowed slightly: “Teacher, you are the one who taught An-Ziyan.”

“Am I your teacher?” the woman asked rather indifferently and Mai Ding shook his head busily, “No.”

“Then don't call me teacher.”

“Right, sorry.”

“If you're sorry, shouldn't you get down on your knees and apologize?” The woman was so quick to return the favor, Mai Ding was confused and just as he was about to bend the knee, her indifferent voice came back, “You're really kneeling? You're a man and that's all you've got? If I were you, I'd kill myself long ago." 

Mai Ding's heart was overflowing with the urge to cry, and he was filled with grief as he begged for help from An-Ziyan, who was about to speak, when the woman stared at him again : "You'll have to think about that if you're going to help him.": "You'll have to think about that if you're going to help him."

“I'm not the same now as when I was a kid, it's easy to hit you now.” An-Ziyan is getting closer to the woman.” The debts of childhood should be settled now.” Mai Ding reached out to hold An-Ziyan, just to ask An-Ziyan to save himself but not to hit the teacher, Mai Ding could see the hatred in An-Ziyan's pupils, what did the teacher do to An-Ziyan as a child, run!

The woman blows bubbles leisurely, and when the bubble bursts, An-Ziyan walks up to her and the teacher says nonchalantly, “You know what? To prevent you from getting back at me when you grow up, I've recorded a lot of great videos of you when you were young.”

 An-Ziyan stopped, he turned around and sat opposite: “Then you have to hide them, if they are gone one day, teacher, you will be buried alive by your students.”

“Thank you for caring so much about your teacher.”

What kind of teacher-student relationship is this! That's not right! When the woman turned around and opened the file cabinet, Mai Ding glanced at it, it was full of folders with names on them, she pulled out the folder with An-Ziyan's name on it and he spotted Yan Yan's name. The woman picked up the pen, opened the folder and looked at Mai Ding, “Why did you think to bring him this time?” The urge to cry resurfaced again in Mai Dingand the woman gestured, “You sit down, too.” Mai Ding sat down respectfully.

“Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what?” Mai Ding asked.

“Was I asking you?”

“Sorry.”

“You're a man, apologize all the time and remember, even if you're at fault, blame it all on someone else and never admit it, got it? Understand?”

“Clearly, understood.”

“I'm not teaching for free, so put the money on my card.” 

Should I call the police? He turned his head to look at An-Ziyan and realized something horrible, the woman in front of him taught Yan Yan and An-Ziyan, there must be others in the file, she's teaching them all demonic attributes! Look at the files in the closet, there must be others.

“Do I have to hug you before you talk?” She raised her eyes to An-Ziyan, who told her the basics of the past two years, many of which would make Mai Ding vomit a kilo of blood, with a cold face. After listening, the woman writes on a piece of paper, she asks a natural question: “The number of occasions you have sex has increased in the last two years.”

“It's time to change things up a bit.” Mai Ding, who couldn't be bothered in front of a woman, pinched An-Ziyan under the table and needed someone to explain to him what was going on, how they could talk about their private lives like it was nothing.

The woman throws her pen on the table: “That's it for this year, what a shame, it'll be another two years before I see you again.”

“That's good news for me.” The woman leaned forward, asked Mai Ding, “You want to know what's going on?” Mai Ding nods vigorously, the woman rubs her fingers and without hesitation, Mai Ding pulls the money out of the bag and hands it to the woman.

As she put the money away, she said, “My prized pupil has to come back every two years and tell me what happened and the basics.”

“What's the point?”

“That's my business.”

“Since when?”

“Graduation.” Her words made Mai Ding focus on the thick file, meaning, now in her hands, a record of what had happened to An-Ziyan from kindergarten graduation to the present and narrated by An-Ziyan, which was so tempting that the usually frugal Mai Ding had only one thought: he would give everything he had to get the file.

“How much?”

“No way.” An-Ziyan showed strong opposition and yes, it's like a diary that no one wants to see, especially not Mai Ding. The woman smiled falsely, flipping through the file: “Not for you, it's mine.”

She closes the file, her finger still stuck in one of its pages. Mai Ding couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel his surroundings, he was like a man in a Lord of the Rings movie who's in a mad rush to open the document and in one fell swoop he reached the page where the woman's finger was. But An-Ziyan quickly grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back: “Mai Ding, don't even think about it.”

“I haven't seen anything yet!” said Mai Ding in exasperation and the woman got up and put the papers in the cupboard and locked it.

Mai Ding kept complaining and staring down at the toe of his shoe, so that An-Ziyan wouldn't notice his expression, that he had lied, he had only seen one sentence but it was enough for him to digest for the rest of his life.

the Line in thatbook was written:

[An-Ziyan: Freshman year: Said he fell in love with a boy named Mai Ding]

Mai Ding had memorized every word of this sentence and it was worth the trip, he had found a treasure.

His head was pushed down: “Come.”

“Leaving now? Let’s stay a little longer, I have so many things I want to ask.”

“You want to ask and you think I want to answer?” The woman spat out her bubble gum, waved her hand at him like a fly and Mai Ding tried to stick around, when some cute kid pushed open the door: “Teacher, I got a busted knee fighting with the kid in the next class.”

“Why are you telling me, you want me to dab it on you with my spit?”

“You could at least take me to the infirmary.”

“You can walk here and you can't walk to the infirmary?” The child glared at the woman, the woman stood up with a look of annoyance on her face and Mai Ding had to follow her out of the office, he already had his cell phone out to call the police, the woman bent down and picked up the child: “What a loser, even a child can hurt you.”

“I'm a kid, too.”

“Next time your teacher will teach you how to bully someone without ever getting hurt yourself.”

As they stood in the corridor, Mai Ding and An-Ziyan watched the woman walk deeper into the room and wondered what kind of person the child in her arms would grow up to be and what kind of love she would meet.

“I'd like to go to your classroom, okay?”

“What's there to see?”

“There's a lot to look at.”

The classroom was empty and since he was standing in front of him, he couldn't connect An-Ziyan with the children who used to be in his classroom but he knew An-Ziyan as he was now.

“Wait in the classroom.” Mai Ding ran out of the classroom, circled around the building, cupped his chin and peered into the classroom at An-Ziyan.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm picturing you as a child.” An-Ziyan came to the window, his elbows on the frame, a wicked grin on his face: “And did you imagine it?” Mai Ding shook his head, took a few steps forward, there was a window between them and Mai Ding started to imagine again: “If I had a time machine and I came here, to your childhood and stood by the window and watched you in class, would you recognize me?”

“How could.”

“I mean if, if you recognized me, what would you do?” I mean, if you recognized me, what would you do?

An-Ziyan's right hand was on the left side of Mai Ding's face, his breath crashed into Mai Ding's heart, taking advantage of the void and when their lips were at the closest distance, Mai Ding said, “Is it good for children to kiss boys like that?”

“What's wrong with that, I should have known when I was a kid, you'd be mine sooner or later.”

What do you want with all this talk and how about how bad it is for my heart?



~ I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 (Sequel) ~

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