Volumr 1 / Chapter 27 : Miss Yào’s Chemistry Class Goes Cuckoo

When people talk about a teacher who can really "simplify the complex," they probably mean someone like Miss Yào.

Except… her version of "simplifying" doesn’t quite come from the academic angle—it comes from dirty jokes.

If you’ve ever been in a typical classroom, you might’ve noticed this strange phenomenon: a bunch of boys using very special ways to remember lessons.

They’d take what the teacher said, twist it into raunchy jokes, and somehow remember everything.

The girls might call it gross, say the boys are perverts or childish.

But the truth? That method actually works for some of them.

At the end of the day, learning sticks best when you’re interested. But no one’s interested in every subject—not unless you’re some kind of ultra-curious genius.

So yeah, turning a boring lesson into a dirty joke? That’s a surprisingly effective memory hack.

Plenty of boys who slacked off in class and cracked jokes constantly still managed to score decently on tests. Turns out, their offbeat interruptions served as a kind of “situational memory trigger.”

They didn’t know the neuroscience behind it—but their instincts had already figured it out.

And now?

Miss Yào was actively using this method—to help the entire class remember chemistry.

Don’t be fooled by the girls yelling “perv!” at the boys. That’s mostly surface-level modesty.

Girls—especially the early-maturing ones—are often just as curious about these things. They’re just not allowed to be so openly expressive about it.

After all, bold, open-minded female teachers like Miss Yao are rare in this era.

“A sodium atom has only one electron in its outermost shell. During chemical reactions, this electron is the easiest to lose. It’s just like how, in a fight, the male penis is the most vulnerable target for attack.”

Yep. That’s an actual line from her lecture. She said it using perfectly formal academic terms, her tone flat and calm. But her eyes? Her eyes were smirking.

She knew what she was doing. And she was enjoying every second of it.

The entire class was like this—loaded with these weirdly inappropriate comparisons that somehow made the lesson easier to follow.

Honestly, Mo Xuěyáo could’ve sworn she was sitting through a biology class instead.

If Miss Yào didn’t occasionally turn to the blackboard to jot things down, Xuěyáo wouldn’t have known how to take notes at all.

Right in the middle of class, Miss Yào suddenly quieted down and tiptoed over to Gāo Yuán’s desk—then raised her hand high and slapped it down hard.

>“WAAAH—!”

“Sleeping again? Want me to spank you in front of everyone?” Miss Yào narrowed her eyes at him. “Every single class, you’re asleep. That’s not gonna cut it. Don’t you have any subjects you’re good at?”

 “Ahem… I was just… resting my eyes. I was listening!” Gāo Yuán scrambled for an excuse, looking super serious about it.

 “Oh yeah? Then answer me this: When metallic sodium is exposed to air, does it catch fire or does it ‘change sex’?”

“It changes sex!” Gāo Yuán blurted, trying to prove he’d been listening.

Why “change sex”? Mostly because the term sounded fancier than “burn,” even though he had no clue what it meant in a chemistry context.

Honestly, if Yŭkõng High hadn’t had such a low admission score, a guy like Gāo Yuán would never have made it in.

Actually, scratch that—even with a low bar, he still shouldn’t have made it.

Probably a rich kid. Bought his way in.

That kind of thing happens everywhere—from elite schools to regular ones.

“Change sex, my ass! You wanna go through gender reassignment yourself?” Miss Yào chuckled, slinging an arm over his shoulder, her fiery red hair brushing his cheek. “So tell me, if you were to start your transition… where would you begin? The chest? Or… down there?”

 “AHEM.”

“Even if you did, you’d still be a chubby lump. Not cute at all. Total waste of resources,” she teased, still smiling enough to soften the blow. “Stand up. Falling asleep in such a good seat? What a waste. You should swap with Liú Xiǎowěi. Look at him—so focused.”

And now it was Liú Xiǎowěi’s turn to blush awkwardly.

He was watching intently… just not the blackboard. His eyes had been glued to Miss Yàoo’s, uh, very visible assets, even beneath her high-collar top.

“Listen up. Sodium doesn’t ‘change sex.’ It reacts with air and gets oxidized—the exposed surface turns black. And if it burns, that’s because it’s been ignited,” Miss Yào explained, giving Gāo Yuán a sidelong glance. “Sodium’s not like magnesium. It won’t just spontaneously combust in air. Like how a guy doesn’t just instantly climax when he sees a beautiful woman’s boobs.”

The girls’ faces turned beet red.

The boys hooted and hollered in delight.

Even Huā Yínyín, one of the girls, joined the noise—insisting, “It should be legs, not boobs!”

That’s what Miss Yào’s chemistry class was like: mildly outrageous, yet undeniably entertaining.

Even so, Mo Xuěyáo couldn’t help but feel guilty the entire time. Every time someone walked by the hallway outside, her face would flush bright pink.

 “Alrighty then! That’s it for today’s chemistry class. Homework is…” Miss Yào handed out the assignment right before the bell rang—then left the classroom on her own.

It wasn’t until her footsteps had faded down the hall that the school bell finally rang.

Several students practically sprinted out the door, like athletes in a 100-meter dash.

If they ran this fast during PE exams, passing scores wouldn’t be a problem at all.

But Li Wǎnyán, the class monitor, was already waiting by the door. She stopped every boy on cleaning duty today. A few tried sneaking out the back but got scolded into submission.

Under her watchful eyes, the guilty crew obediently picked up their brooms.

In Class 2, Grade 10, cleaning duties weren’t fixed.

Instead, they were assigned based on a “who screwed up yesterday” list.

Got called out in class? Slept during a core subject? Didn’t turn in homework?

You got added to the next day’s duty list.

When a lot of people messed up, cleaning was quick and easy.

But if only one or two people did, then those unlucky few had to cover everything.

Honestly, this punishment system wasn’t harsh enough—otherwise, people like Gāo Yuán wouldn’t keep breaking the rules.

Despite being the class monitor’s seatmate, he still openly napped in class…

Maybe he just gave up, knowing he couldn’t escape her grasp.

Then again, if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have been the first to bolt after class.

Naturally, he was also the first to get caught.

 “You’re not going anywhere until everything’s clean. No slacking. Yè Bànxià, keep an eye on them. If someone slacks off, tell me. They’ll do it again tomorrow.” Li Wǎnyán addressed a girl nearby—probably the hygiene monitor.

The hygiene monitor looked much less intimidating. Most students didn’t take her seriously.

If it weren’t for Li Wǎnyán’s backup, they’d all be long gone.

“What if everyone runs off?” Mo Xuěyáo whispered to Wáng Jiālè nearby. “Or what if no one breaks the rules?”

 “Then the class monitor, hygiene monitor, and vice class monitor clean up,” she shrugged.

 “Wait—who’s the vice class monitor?”

“Him.” Wáng Jiālè pointed to Xǔ Xiānshēng. “I gotta go! I have piano class today!”

Piano class?

Mo Xuěyáo blinked in surprise. She’d assumed Wáng Jiālè came from an average family.

Piano lessons weren’t cheap—especially not private ones. Even group classes with seven or eight kids were expensive.

And pianos? Not exactly something a typical home could afford—or fit.

Maybe she meant electronic keyboard?

Xuěyáo, who’d never taken a single extra curricular class in her life, was totally clueless.

“Jiālè’s always in such a rush,” Mo Xiǎoxiào sighed a few minutes later.

 “Something wrong?” Mo Xuěyáo had just finished packing up her books.

“She forgot her Chinese textbook. And we’ve got copying homework today. She’ll have to come early tomorrow to make it up.” Mo Xiǎoxiào pointed to the book on the floor and shook her head.

 “Let’s hope she doesn’t oversleep…” Xuěyáo bent to pick it up—only for a notebook to fall out from between the pages.

She forgot both the textbook and the workbook?

It’s 1999—no internet to look up assignments.

Without her textbook, unless she’d memorized the whole chapter, she couldn’t do the homework at all.

And clearly, Wáng Jiālè hadn’t memorized a thing.

 “What a scatterbrain,” Mo Xiǎoxiào chuckled, brushing her slightly sun-bleached hair. “Whatever, I’ll take it home and copy the assignment for her.”

They really were close friends.

Xuěyáo felt a little envious.

Back when she was still a boy, her buddies occasionally helped with stuff like this.

But the dynamic between boys and girls was totally different.

More often than not, her “bros” just teased her instead of helping.

That kind of joking around seemed to be the primary language of male friendships.

“Jie-jie, let’s go home—” Xuěyáo had just stepped out when she spotted a girl who looked strikingly like Mo Xiǎoxiào walking toward her.

She couldn’t help but glance back.

“That’s my sister, Mò Zhúyōu.” Mo Xiǎoxiào smiled, revealing a pair of dimples as she introduced her.

“Oh wow… you two really look alike.”

 “We’re twins, after all.”

“Still, I can tell you apart.”

“Probably the vibe, huh?”

 “Yeah… maybe. I’ll head off now.”

Xuěyáo stole a few extra glances at the pair of twins.

“Okay~ Bye"