I'll just have to be your M.

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Carrying my camera and blanket, I reluctantly left Wu Xiaohan's house, went downstairs, and
stood sweating on the street outside the complex waiting for a taxi.
At that moment, I felt a sense of relief—I had finally completed the task Wei Qi had given me: "to record for him.
" The most "adventure-worthy" two weeks of my twenty-odd years of life had come to an end.
But at that time, I didn't fully realize that I had just dug the biggest
trap —what followed would completely transcend my previously stable life.
Soon I got into the car, which was cool and comfortable with the air conditioning on.
Surprisingly, the taxi radio was playing the familiar song "One Step Away."
The melodious yet passionate tune of the tango made me drift into memories; my mind was quickly filled with
Wu Xiaohan's image—so lovely, so charming.
Incredibly, for a moment I forgot how cruel and arrogant she was; I only remembered her exquisite and lovely clothes
today , and the tender moment we shared in the garage the night before.
Just a step away—was this the distance between us,
Wu Xiaohan? For years, the flame that had been gradually dying within me had, fueled by these past few days,
surged higher than ever before, burning through every nerve.
Six years ago, I had tried my best to pursue her, but ultimately failed to become the one beside her; now,
I couldn't miss the chance to become the one at her feet. I
couldn't afford to miss it.
Outside the car window, the city lights shone brightly, the lights from the skyscrapers scattering through the haze that permeated the city,
appearing hazy and indistinct.
I felt panic—in this vast and cruel city, amidst countless unfamiliar lights, in the all-
encompassing fog, if I didn't seize her, she would disappear forever, and there would be no chance of ever meeting her again.
I made up my mind that this time I absolutely couldn't let her slip away from my life again.
***
I returned to my empty dorm room alone, put down the heavy things on my shoulders, and climbed back into bed.
As I took out my phone to set the alarm, I suddenly realized: I didn't have to get up early to go to Wu Xiaohan's house anymore;
I could sleep a little longer.
This small thing, however, made me feel even more lost—I had no reason to go to Wu Xiaohan's house anymore,
to see .
And tonight, Wei Qi was still at Wu Xiaohan's house, still able to hear Wu Xiaohan talking to him; just that
alone was enough to make me incredibly envious.
After a deep sigh, I couldn't help but start thinking again about why Wu Xiaohan had treated me like that
tonight. Tonight and last night were both quite unexpected.
Last night, Wu Xiaohan was much kinder to me than I had anticipated. She didn't hesitate to defile herself, kissing my
forehead, and even giving me footjobs—something I never even dared to dream of. Looking back now, I still feel incredibly fortunate—
my first time having any kind of physical intimacy with a woman, in any sense, was with my goddess satisfying my most excessive and
presumptuous desires.
But tonight, Wu Xiaohan seemed like a completely different person, aloof and cold as ice, ordering me
to kneel down and bluntly stating that I wasn't qualified to be her submissive, not even letting me kiss her shoes for a moment longer.
Was it all due to the alcohol?
Last night, Wu Xiaohan was drunk, so she abandoned her reserve and satisfied me so readily; but tonight, Wu Xiaohan
had drink but wasn't drunk, so she spoke without restraint, wildly humiliating me—
I don't know.
I don't even know if Wu Xiaohan truly "likes" my
penis , or if she really wants to cut it off.
Also, does Wu Xiaohan really think I'm not even worthy of being her submissive
, or is it because she still has some feelings for me, which is why she doesn't want me to be her submissive?
I even regret never having had any romantic experience; I'm completely clueless and ignorant about these kinds of emotional issues
.
***
The next day was Monday.
But in the lab, I felt like I was sleepwalking all day.
Everything that had happened in the past two weeks felt like my brain had been completely shattered and reassembled.
Even if I didn't think about Wu Xiaohan or those things, I couldn't concentrate on reading my paper.
After sleepwalking all day, I returned to my dorm that night and received a voice
message : "He's going back to school tomorrow at noon. If he needs help, please take care of him."
I typed "Okay," but then felt unsatisfied. After thinking for a long time, I added, "Senior Xiaohan, I've thought
it through. I really want to be your slave. I can accept everything you say; I just need a
chance to be your slave."
But then I realized my words were incoherent, too desperate, even a little disgusting; besides, Wei Qi
would obviously see it, which would be very awkward.
So I just deleted those words and simply replied, "Okay, no problem. I'll contact you later."
Now, I should just focus on doing what Wu Xiaohan asked me to do—that way, I might still be able
to gain some favor.
Lying in bed with my eyes closed, all I could see was Wu Xiaohan—that
pure and .
It was during the most restless years, in the hottest weather; looking at Wu Xiaohan's adorable white
pantyhose , I couldn't help but shamelessly get an erection.
I reached out and grasped my dirty penis, ultimately unable to resist the urge to masturbate.
Perhaps this is what the so-called "broken window fallacy" is like: for years, I couldn't bear to fantasize about Wu Xiaohan while
masturbating, but once I did it, once I opened that door, I began to allow myself to taint
my feelings for Wu Xiaohan time and time again.
Touching my genitals, I suddenly remembered Wu Xiaohan saying in the car the night before last that my penis was "very big"
—was she serious?
I got out of bed, found a ruler, and measured the length of my erect penis—19.5 cm.
I vaguely remembered seeing online that the average length of a Chinese man's penis is about 12 cm
. More than half a year longer than the average, it seemed pretty good. Driven by male instinct, I felt quite satisfied,
even a little proud and smug: wouldn't this advantage satisfy women?
This thought was immediately rejected and scorned by myself—Wu Xiaohan was right, my big penis belonged to her,
therefore, its only destiny was to be abused by her, and then castrated by her.

"Castration"—these two words flashed so glaringly into my mind, instantly silencing my previously erect penis .
Did I really want Wu Xiaohan to
cut off my manhood, this thing I hadn't even had time to be proud of, this thing that hadn't yet satisfied a woman? Just to satisfy Wu Xiaohan, to let her cut it off and keep it?
To satisfy Wu Xiaohan, I would lose the ability to experience any sexual pleasure in this life, lose the possibility of marriage
and children , lose my entire normal life
. All reason told me I couldn't do that.
But I couldn't refute Wu Xiaohan's logic from last night—if I truly loved her, what was the point of keeping this
vile thing?
If I loved her, I should never betray her, never have physical intimacy with other women; if
I loved her, I shouldn't retain the ability to defile her; if I loved her, I should never, like just now,
think of her while playing with this filthy thing.
Yes, if I loved her—it seemed only natural that she should cut off my penis.
Senior Xiaohan—I know you might have just been drunk and made up about castrating me. I know you might
have just said it on purpose to annoy me or to test me.
But I've slowly come to understand that what you said is actually irrefutable, indisputable, and unassailable—this
filthy, lowly thing of mine shouldn't exist.
Besides—even if none of these reasons exist, as long as you have the desire to cut off your own penis,
I should unconditionally fulfill it, shouldn't I?
I must firmly tell you that I'm willing—I'm willing, as long as you say "I want it," I'll let
you cut off this thing between my legs.
***
The next morning, Wei Qi returned.
As I was getting dressed, I heard the dormitory door being unlocked. I turned around and saw him limping
into the dormitory.
The collar around his neck had been removed, but the marks from its chafing were still visible. The nail
marks on his hands were also clearly visible, and there was even a new wound on his forehead.
"You're back so early?" I asked.
"Yeah, she went to work and gave me a ride home."
"Does your foot still hurt? You walk strangely." "
Don't even mention it. The puncture site on the sole of my foot still hurts, every step hurts. And every step, my balls still hurt too."
"Then... do you want to go to the hospital to get it checked out?"
"No, I don't think so. Going to the hospital won't do anything, wounds need time to heal."
Wei Qi put down his things and took off the clothes he was wearing—the clothes he had worn two weeks ago.
In some places, the clothes were stuck to his wounds, tearing off his scars when he took them off,
revealing the broken skin, and even, drops of blood were seeping out.
There were also many bloodstains, some dry and some wet, on the inside of his jeans.
His body seemed even more gruesome than when I left the night before last—his back and legs
had more deep red and purplish whip marks, some just scabbed over, others still open, the blood and flesh clinging to
the fine cotton fibers pulled from his clothes.
The worst was his underwear—almost half of it was soaked in blood, layers of red
stains, some dark, some light, some clinging tightly to his buttocks, others dried and hardened.
"How come you have so many new wounds?" I asked him.
"Last night she hung me from the ceiling and whipped me. After whipping me, she kept me hanging all night. Look at
my hands—"
I then noticed the deep red indentations left by the rope on his wrists.
"She's gone too far. Didn't we agree that it would be the last time she tortured you the day before yesterday? Why is she torturing you like this again?"
Wei Qi replied, "I begged her myself. I just wanted to play SP one last time before I left."
"My God. How can you be so careless about your body... She's already tortured you to the point where she needs to call a doctor for surgery
, and you still..."
When Wu Xiaohan was in front of me, I always felt that Wei Qi deserved to be tortured by her, that it was all his own fault and
his due.
But now, after returning to a normal life, seeing Wei Qi like this, I still felt a pang of heartache,
an instinctive feeling that Wei Qi was a bit too foolish.
Wei Qi shook his head and staggered to the bathroom to take a shower.
For him, lying down on the bed at this moment was impossible—that would make the bed completely covered in blood, the wounds and
the sheets completely stuck together.
But after being hung up all night, he was really sleepy and couldn't help but want to sleep.
I had no choice but to take out my bamboo mat and let him lie on his side and fall asleep on it; then, I left him in the dormitory and
went to the lab.
Chapter 1.2
At noon, I texted Wei Qi to ask if he wanted me to bring him lunch, but he was probably asleep and didn't
reply .
In the afternoon, when I asked him again if he wanted dinner, he finally said that I could just get him any food.
I rarely ate with him before, and I didn't know what he liked, so I simply got a few extra dishes—
that way, at least he would like one or two.
When I carried the food into the dormitory, Wei Qi was kneeling on a chair reading a book.
"You've gotten used to kneeling so much?" I asked.
"No, the injury on my butt hasn't healed yet, I can't sit, I can only kneel."
Indeed, with his butt in such a terrible state, if he sat on the chair, the wound would stick to his underwear again.
"Here, I brought you dinner." I handed him the food.
Wei Qi opened the lunchbox and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Dong-ge, you packed so much food!"
I shrugged. "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just packed this much. You haven't eaten anything normal for so many days
, so eating more will help you recover your nutrition."
He looked at me with an extremely docile expression and said, his voice slightly choked, "Dong-ge... thank you... you're
actually... so good to me..."
For some reason, I felt that his words sounded a bit gay. To avoid embarrassment, I
pretended to be dismissive and replied, "You're used to being abused by Wu Xiaohan, so this is considered good for you."
"Still... thank you."
"Okay, Wu Xiaohan told me to take good care of you. You should thank her if you want."
Wei Qi nodded and started eating. In no time, he had completely devoured the entire lunchbox.
After he finished eating, I took the lunchbox to wash it. When I came back, he actually said to me, "Dong-ge, I really..."
"I never expected you to be so nice to me. She would make you treat me this well."
"Wu Xiaohan isn't really a bad person. She just torments you to satisfy you. Why would she want you to
suffer?" "
I thought... after I came back, she would really make you torment me too, using me as a toilet."
"Using you as a toilet? You think you can do it well?" I
said this purely as a joke, since I was used to teasing Wei Qi.
But Wei Qi, who was used to being humiliated, seemed to take it seriously and actually replied, "I... I'm sorry... I
can try..."
I was instantly dumbfounded and had to explain, "Okay, I was just joking. Why are you taking it so seriously? I
wouldn't do that. We're still just roommates, okay?"
Wei Qi nodded.
But after I sat down at my desk, Wei Qi whispered again, "Dong-ge, you know what? After this incident,
I really feel...insignificant compared to you."
"Why do you say that?"
"When my master said that all of me combined wasn't even worth one of your penises, I really
felt that way. You know?"
"She just did it intentionally to humiliate you."
"No...I really envy you, even a little jealous. Don't be angry, but sometimes I
really wonder why my master spoils you so much. She's willing to give you footjobs, and speaks to you so gently."
"Maybe...it's just to intentionally humiliate you too..."
"No, I can tell she genuinely wants to spoil you. You know, she only ever lets me lick
the soles of her shoes, never even touch the tops, but at first I was happy to accept it—I know that's how a submissive should be.
But later, when I found out you could kiss her shoes, even touch her feet, I felt
incredibly sad. I can't even bear to think about her feet, but you... you could ejaculate on them... It felt
like my most cherished possession had been defiled."
Hearing the word "defiled," I quickly explained, "Wei Qi, I didn't mean to, I really didn't want
to get Wu Xiaohan's feet dirty..."
"Whether you did it on purpose or not doesn't matter anymore. I just feel that in her heart, I'm not even
a fraction as good as you."
But my feelings were completely the opposite; I spoke the truth: "How could Wu Xiaohan
have I'm not as tall as you, not as rich as you, not as handsome as you, I'm inferior to you in every way; she wouldn't even
consider me as her sub..."
Wei Qi didn't seem surprised and asked me, "That's what she told you the night you left, right?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
Wei Qi was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, then said, "Okay... I'll tell you the truth, my master
told me everything."
"Said what?"
"She said you wanted to be her submissive. But she said she really didn't want to treat you like a submissive, but wanted to
date you like a normal guy."
I remained silent, while Wei Qi continued, "She also told me that the night you slept in her bathroom, she
intentionally left the bathroom door open, and even deliberately took off her underwear and left it at the bathroom door for you to see,
hoping that you would get up like a normal guy, get into her bed, and be intimate with her. It's just that you were indifferent,
which disappointed her."
I was a little incredulous and just shook my head blankly. Impossible—a goddess could never accept
any more intimate contact with me.
A goddess like Wu Xiaohan would never have the chance to sleep with me—or even use the vulgar word "sleep with" to describe
Wu Xiaohan .
In short, what happened in the garage that night was just because Wu Xiaohan was drunk. Wu Xiaohan would never
accept a guy like me with no redeeming qualities defiling her sacred body.
While I was still in a daze, Wei Qi continued, "So, when you begged to be her submissive that night, all those
things she said were meant to provoke and provoke you. She originally hoped that by saying such hurtful things, she could shut you down from being
her submissive. She just didn't expect that you were so lowly as to accept even those words...right without question. Yes,
Wu Xiaohan used the phrase 'accept without question' when she told me that."
"Ah, is that really so?" Although I had guessed this possibility, I still felt that the probability
was too low .
"Yes. In the end, she even said she would castrate you, just to completely cut off your submissive thoughts.
She just didn't expect that you would agree to even that condition, and she was so angry at that time."
"No...it can't be like that..."
"No, no, then where did the scar on my forehead come from?" Wei Qi said excitedly.
Only then did I remember that when Wei Qi came in, I did notice a new scar on his forehead.
Wei Qi continued, "You angered her that day. After you left, she kicked me to vent her anger, kicking me in the head
without warning , you know?"
I lowered my head and murmured, "I'm sorry..."
Wei Qi had completely taken control of the conversation at this point: "My master originally told me that
you didn't need to know these things. But I was still angry for her—after all, she's my master, and I didn't want her to be
sad . So, I still felt I should tell you, so you can understand the whole situation and think about it carefully."
Wei Qi's words left me stunned for a long time.
After we both calmed down, I weakly asked her again, "So... she doesn't want me to be
her submissive at all, right?"
"At least that was the case that day—but last night, she said some random things to me."
"What?"
"When she was humiliating me, she said that if I really wanted to be her submissive, she could accept it; or she
'd make me her slave, to serve her. But I think she probably just made that up to humiliate me."
My mind was a mess, and I didn't even continue the conversation. Instead, I rushed out of the dormitory and onto the track below
the dormitory building, starting to run.
Whenever I felt stuck, I would go to the school's track to run. Each time, I would
run about twenty laps, nearly ten thousand meters, until I was completely exhausted, and then I wouldn't have the energy to think anymore.
***
After finishing my run, I lay down alone in the middle of the stadium lawn.
I still couldn't help but think about what Wei Qi had told me before.
Wu Xiaohan, do you really want to date me?
Even if Wu Xiaohan had genuinely considered developing a relationship with me beyond master-slave, I still
couldn't accept it.
In my heart, she was a goddess, a high and mighty deity I could only look up to—I simply couldn't imagine
myself defiling and blaspheming my own goddess.
Besides, I knew I was truly unworthy of Wu Xiaohan.
I possessed none of the qualities that girls might like.
I wasn't very tall, and my looks were only average; as for hobbies, I couldn't play any musical instruments,
couldn't play sports, and had no notable interests.
From childhood to adulthood, all I was good at was studying—and it was only through relentless hard work that I was fortunate enough to get into
the same university Wu Xiaohan had so easily entered.
Although my grades in university had been consistently good—but what attraction did that have for girls?
My major was civil engineering; even with excellent grades, it would be difficult to find a good
job , let alone have a good financial situation.
Speaking of financial situation—I was a poor student who hadn't even graduated yet, and my family's financial situation was only average.
I can't give Wu Xiaohan anything—I can't afford a house, I can't afford a car, and
I can't even afford the shopping malls and restaurants she likes.
Even if Wu Xiaohan were blind enough to fall for me, her family would probably never agree to her dating me.
I thought to myself with a touch of self-mockery: perhaps my only "special skill," being penniless, is that slightly
longer .
It's truly laughable.
I finally took out my phone, opened my text message conversation with Wu Xiaohan, and typed a line in the input box: "
Senior Xiaohan, I know I might disappoint you. But, after careful consideration, I'm still only suitable to be your submissive.
I'm truly willing to give anything in return for this opportunity."
After hesitating for a long time, it seemed there was nothing more to say—the text message couldn't hold
a long explanation ; someone as clumsy with words as me would only make more mistakes the more I said.
I was ready to send it; but my finger hovered over the send button, unable to press it.
I didn't know what I was afraid of.
Was it fear that my words might disappoint or upset Wu Xiaohan, or fear that she would reject me, or
even fear that she would never speak to me again
? It seemed like all of these.
I tossed my phone aside, sighed deeply, lay down on the grass, and gazed up at
the murky night sky, where not a single star could be seen.
Just like my mood at that moment—I couldn't see any direction, no light, and no
distant place .
Chapter 1.3
When I returned to the dormitory, it was already very late.
Wei Qi was still lying on the mat—seeing me return to the dormitory with a dejected look, he seemed to guess some of my thoughts and
asked me, "You still want to be her submissive?"
"Yes," I honestly admitted.
"Actually, I understand you. After all, I'm kind of her submissive. I know being her submissive is a very happy
thing. And being her submissive is much easier than actually dating her, without so much burden."
"Thank you for understanding."
He continued, "Actually, my rational mind also knows that you and Wu Xiaohan are not from the same world. If you want to
be together as equals, it will be really hard to last. However, rationally speaking, she is my master, and I dare not
question her feelings casually."
"Yes," hearing Wei Qi's frankness, I blurted out my own thoughts, "
A relationship between us as equals definitely won't last. After all, if one's virtue is not commensurate with one's position, there will be repercussions. And that
would probably waste her youth and leave her with pain. I don't have the courage to bear such a risk,
such a guilt."
"Brother Dong, I understand you," Wei Qi said with a serious expression, "You're always
as cowardly as ever."
"Fuck you."
I knew I was no match for Wu Xiaohan; so, if I hadn't discovered she was a sadist
, I probably wouldn't have even considered having any contact with her.
After all, if I were to inexplicably say "I want to lick the soles of your shoes" to the goddess I admired, I would only be seen
as a disgusting pervert and avoided from then on.
But now I know that Wu Xiaohan is a sadist—and not just "a little sadist,"
but a complete and utterly devoted sadist who is so deeply involved.
This is actually such a lucky thing—because it gives me the opportunity to be
by her side as a submissive.
Since she's willing to let others lick the soles of her shoes, why shouldn't I seize this opportunity?
I took out my phone again, opened the text message page, looked at the draft I had prepared, and asked Wei Qi, "I wrote
a text message to send to Wu Xiaohan, but I'm too scared to send it, what should I do?"
At twenty-four years old, I was actually asking a question that only a middle school student experiencing first love would ask.
Wei Qi finally acted like a man, encouraging me, "Don't fucking chicken. She likes you,
she won't dislike you no matter what you send, just send it. If you don't send it, give me your phone, I'll send it for you."
His encouragement gave me some courage—I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed the send
button, sending the text message I had drafted on the playground.
After the words "sent" flashed on my phone, I suddenly felt much lighter—I had finally
taken a step forward.
"What era are we living in? You guys still send text messages, it's really funny. Don't you even add each other on WeChat or something?"
Wei Qi's tone was slightly mocking.
"I wouldn't dare ask her for her WeChat ID; that would make me seem like one of those guys trying to date her.
I wouldn't dare ask for her phone number either. I only got it because she asked me to call her from outside her door to wake her up a few days ago
."
"With your cowardly attitude, and all you do is say I'm hopeless, I think you're the one who's truly hopeless." Wei Qi
said this, then turned over and prepared to sleep.
I climbed into bed, anxiously waiting for Wu Xiaohan to reply to my text message.
I just kept staring at my phone screen, waiting for a long time, but there was no response.
"Wu Xiaohan is probably already asleep," I could only comfort myself with that thought, and turned off the light to sleep.
But lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Every few minutes, I would pick up my phone from beside my pillow, afraid that
I would miss Wu Xiaohan's text message.
Each time, there were no messages on my phone; I tossed and turned all night, but didn't receive a single word of
reply.
*** After
being woken by my alarm on Wednesday morning, I immediately grabbed my phone to check my messages—but still no news. So, I had no choice but to get up and go to the lab as usual. The result of not sleeping well the night before was that I was exhausted all day. In the lab, my head was spinning, and I kept checking my phone every minute or two, still afraid of missing Wu Xiaohan's messages. But by evening, I still hadn't received any reply. Should I send her a text asking for a reply? No, that would be too redundant, and would seem clingy, making her lose any goodwill towards me. Maybe she just wants to think about it for a few days; I should give her that space. That evening, Wei Qi asked me, "Has Wu Xiaohan still not replied to your text?" "No." "Did you send her a text or not?" "Of course I did. Let me show you." I handed my phone to Wei Qi; after looking at it, Wei Qi just lowered his head and pondered, "What you said makes sense. Maybe she really can't make up her mind, or maybe she just doesn't want to talk to you. I don't know." So, I patiently continued to wait. *** Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Four days passed, and Wu Xiaohan still hadn't replied to me. Wei Qi could already put on his clothes and no longer needed me to bring him food—although the pain in his feet and groin still made him reluctant to walk to the cafeteria, at least he could walk down to the dormitory to pick up takeout. The bruise on his head was gradually fading, and the nail marks on his palm were almost invisible, only the scar on his palm remained, but it should disappear in a few days. The only visible scars were the whip marks on his body. For the next two or three months, he'd probably have to wear long sleeves and trousers to avoid being seen. But wearing long sleeves and trousers wasn't unusual—Wei Qi was already living a completely normal life. Was it really all over? Was everything at Wu Xiaohan's house just a pipe dream ? I refused to accept it. Every day, I couldn't help but look at the photos I took of Wu Xiaohan on the mountaintop that Sunday. In the photos, she was tall and slender, dressed so simply and approachably—her white tee was soaked with sweat, her light blue jeans looked a little worn, and her hiking boots were covered in mud. She looked full of youthful energy—her hair fluttered in the wind; her pure and warm smile revealed the joy of reaching the summit. Anyone who saw this photo would probably just think she was an ordinary girl, nothing out of the ordinary—she even lacked the so-called "goddess aura." She didn't have the large breasts that many boys like—her chest was somewhere between an inch and a inch; but this made her appear even more innocent and adorable, evoking an inexplicable tenderness. She didn't have the waist-length hair that many boys admire—even though her hair was slightly longer , it only reached her chest; but her hair was so smooth and lustrous, reflecting the sunlight in the wind, like something out of a fairy tale. In my eyes, she shone so brightly. In my mind, I couldn't imagine anyone more deserving of the word "goddess" than the girl standing on the mountaintop that day. Unfortunately, I only have twenty-seven photos to look at repeatedly. I can only immerse myself in these twenty-seven photos , fantasizing that Wu Xiaohan can still appear before me, that the wind can once again pass through her hair, carrying her scent, and blow onto my face; fantasizing that I can still follow behind her, always admiring her silhouette in the sunset; fantasizing that I can still reach out and hold the soles of her shoes, cradling the whole world in those brief seconds. How pathetic. *** I have lost hope that Wu Xiaohan will reply to my text messages; I have almost accepted the fact that she doesn't want to talk to me anymore. It's as if I really haven't seen her this year. Wei Qi said that I have completely "neuroticized." On Saturday night, I had a dream. In the dream, the entire campus was empty, without a single person in sight; the sunlight quietly cast dappled shadows on the trees, and there wasn't even the sound of a breeze. I stood on campus and saw Wu Xiaohan emerge from a building. She was wearing a white dress and dark blue canvas shoes, a book tucked under her left arm, walking alone on campus, seemingly heading to the other end. She didn't see me. I followed her at a distance, quietly admiring her back, and once again wishing time could stand still. I kept walking behind her, but she didn't notice me; yet, for some reason, she started walking faster and faster. I quickened my pace, trying to catch up, but I gradually fell behind, being left further and further behind. Finally, she disappeared from my sight at the corner of a teaching building. I hurriedly ran to catch up, turned the corner, but couldn't see her anywhere. In the entire dream, I was left alone again, standing forlornly on campus. I woke up from the dream, feeling incredibly sad. I wanted to cry, but couldn't. I wanted to call Wu Xiaohan to confide in her, but I found I didn't even have the courage to send another text message, let alone make a call. Was it really going to be like the dream foretold, finally finding Wu Xiaohan only to be helpless, forced to watch her leave again, unable to catch up? That night, I couldn't sleep a wink. I made up my mind; I couldn't let the opportunity slip away like this. I had to do something to fight for it. *** In the morning, Wei Qi had just gotten up when I asked him, "Wu Xiaohan seems to have told me that before she met , she sent you a few tasks as a test, asking you to send her a video after completing them. Is that right?" Wei Qi was still sleepy and a little confused: "Yes. Why?" I continued, "She seems to have told me that she assigns these tasks to all her female fans before meeting them." "Yeah, that's what she told me. Why?"

"Do you remember what those tasks were? Tell me."
Wei Qi looked at me suspiciously. "Dong-ge, what's wrong with you... You don't mean you want to do them yourself, do you?"
I answered firmly, "Of course I want to do them myself! I have to prove to Wu Xiaohan my
determination and ability to be her submissive."
"Are you out of your mind?" Wei Qi looked at me with the eyes of someone who pities an idiot. "She only
assigned those tasks as a screening to avoid encountering bad people, like those who try to hook up with you. You're so close to her, why would you
do them? I've never heard of a graduate student taking the high school entrance exam."
"Never mind, just tell me." I was adamant.
Wei Qi then took out his phone, found
the list of , and forwarded it to me.

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