The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 101: Why Don’t You Try Hitting On Him?

Lance Middle School

On the empty rooftop, there was a mess of tattered tables and chairs.

Derek picked up a chair which wasn’t broken and sat on it. The chair creaked and its legs shook.

Larry threw him a bottle of soda. “Gary’s gay bar opened last night. Why didn’t you go?”

Derek caught the soda with one hand, opened it, and poured a mouthful of water into his throat. “I’m not gay like you. Why the f*ck would I go there?”

Larry smiled lazily. “So, you missed a good show…”

“What do you mean?” Derek put his legs on the table. Under the warm sun, he narrowed his eyes slightly and was relaxed.

“I saw your enemy, Mr. Walker, in that gay bar. Isn’t it interesting?” Larry had a slender figure and fair and tender skin.

With his face blushing red, he looked just like a girl. “As soon as he appeared, the whole gay bar was in an uproar. A lot of people were sticking to him and stuffing their business cards into his hands!”

Derek suddenly opened his eyelids. “Are you sure? He is gay?”

Damn!

James turned out to be…

This was really breaking news!

Larry nodded vigorously. “He is so handsome and has a good job. There must be many people who want to pursue him, but he is not married and doesn’t even have a girlfriend, though he is already 28. Is it reasonable? Judging from my experience, he is definitely gay!”

Derek was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled, revealing his white teeth. “Why don’t you try hitting on him?”

Larry blinked and shrank his shoulders. “No, he looks so abstinent and is a teacher. I am scared…”

Derek threw the can at Larry’s feet. “What the f*ck are you scared of?”

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English lesson

For once, Derek didn’t sleep in the classroom.

He bent over, put his chin on the edge of the table, and stared straight at the man on the podium, like a little wolf pup targeting his prey.

He looked at the man’s handsome face and the gentle smile on it. Then he looked at James’s waist, thin yet powerful.

Derek measured it with his hands in the air. Um, he could hold him around the waist with both hands.

At this time, James turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

Derek’s gaze suddenly turned to his ass.

It was a nice ass, as attractive as a peach.

“F*ck!” Derek cursed out loud.

The whole class turned to look at him, including James.

“Derek, are you okay?”

Derek got up with a whoosh, kicked over the chair, and rushed out of the classroom in a huff.

What the f*ck!

The sun was still shining outside in the morning, but in the afternoon, the dark clouds rolled and the branches were swayed violently by the wind.

When school was over, it rained.

The big raindrops hit the ground.

Phoebe was going to an art class at night, so the driver didn’t come to pick her up.

Amidst the clatter of the raindrops, her deskmate asked her. “Phoebe, do you have an umbrella? Would you like to go with me?”

“It’s okay. The studio is opposite the school. I can just run over.” Phoebe picked up her school bag, held it above her head, and rushed into the rain.

When she ran to the other side of the road, she suddenly slipped and fell to the ground heavily. The schoolbag fell aside, and the raindrops slammed on her body, soaking her clothes in an instant. She felt a piercing coldness.

With blurred vision, she was holding on to her stinging calf and couldn’t get up for quite a while.

At this time, a Maybach suddenly stopped beside her.

In the car, Hunter slightly raised his eyes. “What’s up? Have we arrived at the school?”

Mr. Hopkins pointed outside. “A girl fell on the side of the road. She looks so pitiful.”

Hunter tilted his head and looked out.