【Ning Que and Mo Shanshan】(05) Author: huihui1983

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(5) In

his senior

year and junior year, Ning Que did not continue his success from his junior year. He was still as brilliant as ever on the sports field,
but he was much worse at studying. He spent too much energy on the math Olympiad competition, but in the end he only won a
silver medal and failed to participate in the national math Olympiad winter camp. Ning Que said that the people from Guangzhou Huafu High School this year were too strong.
He heard that dozens of them were preparing for various Olympiad competitions, and there were also teachers leading orienteering training. Ning Que
, who mainly relied on his own learning, was no match for them.

When senior year started, Ning Que and I had a major disagreement on studying. In his junior year, Ning Que won
the second prize in the provincial math Olympiad, but he was just a little short of the first prize and missed the qualification to participate in the national winter camp. In senior year,
Ning Que wanted to try again.

I strongly object. I've calculated it carefully. Based on Ning Que's grades, if he studies hard in his senior year, he should
be able to get into Sun Yat-sen University or South China University of Technology, and get into his preferred mathematics department. The admission scores for those departments are relatively low, so he has
a better chance. But Ning Que is very stubborn. He says he wants to
take the exam again. He says he should be able to get a national silver medal, and then he won't have to take the college entrance exam.

I'm very angry. The National Mathematical Olympiad is in January. If Ning Que prepares for the Olympiad, then
he'll waste the entire first semester of his senior year. Although the school has established an Olympiad team this year, and there will be special teachers to train him for four months
, if he doesn't get a ranking, then it will be too late for him to prepare for the college entrance exam. He might end up with nothing. But I can't
do anything about it. Ning Que has grown up. He's no longer the little boy who listened to everything I said when he was a child. He's very stubborn, and once he's
made up his mind , even if Uncle Ning beats him, it won't change his mind.

So every day during self-study, seeing Ning Que endlessly doing math problems on blank paper always filled me with
worry . I was afraid he wouldn't get a good ranking, and if I went to Zhongshan University while he stayed at Guangdong University of Technology, the difference would be huge.
Uncle Ning said in second grade that Ning Que and I would have different life trajectories, and I didn't want that to happen.

Just when I was worrying about Ning Que's studies, something else happened that made me even more depressed.

Sang Sang, the school beauty from the next class, seemed to have something about Ning Que and insisted on pursuing him.

Sang Sang was a legend in the school. First, of course, she was beautiful. In Huizhou, where
most people have dark, yellowish complexions, Sang Sang was very fair. Her features were more delicate than mine, and her skin was fairer. Every time I saw
her, I felt secretly jealous. She was also incredibly good at sports. In the school's 3000-meter race, I came in second, and she
won , but she was about half a lap ahead of me.

Moreover, she seems to be a delinquent. In her first year of high school, a boy pursued her, which she rejected.
He then kept harassing her, and ended up being beaten up by several thugs at the school gate. After that,
the leader of the school's dominant gang seemed to listen to her in everything. It's said she has a very powerful
older brother who's involved in organized crime in Huizhou. Anyway, now no one in the entire school dares to mess with her.

Actually, even without that brother, probably no one would dare to mess with her anyway. In her second year of high school, she advanced to the second dan in kendo
and went to Hong Kong to compete. Although she didn't win any prizes, the videos circulating among classmates, with her wild, unrestrained
attacks , truly chilled me to the bone.

Then, she was the host of the school's arts festival, the head of the student external relations department, and she invited the provincial top scorer from
the previous year's college entrance exam to our school to share his experience. She organized a student charity sale to raise
tens of thousands of yuan for a classmate's medical treatment.

Finally, Sangsang's grades were excellent, consistently ranking in the top 30 at school.
Although it was only by about 30 points. I really couldn't understand how a girl could do so many
things at once. Aside from being better at academics, I seemed inferior to her in every other way.

And yet, this girl actually fell for Ning Que, and seemed determined to win him over.

That bold girl first openly ran into our classroom during break to bring Ning Que a cold drink, then
generously gave him a heart-shaped box of chocolates, completely ignoring my presence. My classmates
looked at me with concern; I knew they were afraid I'd impulsively fight with Sangsang.

I wouldn't fight with Sangsang, I wouldn't dare… Deep down, I'm still a good kid; how could I dare mess with those
thugs? I even worried for Ning Que. He kept rejecting Sangsang; would he one day get beaten
up at the school gate too?

I asked Ning Que curiously why Sangsang liked him. Ning Que looked troubled and said he'd been bullying Sangsang for a
while, and unexpectedly, she liked him instead.

I was quite surprised. Could Ning Que really bully Sang Sang? I asked what happened, and Ning Que said that in their first year of high school,
Sang Sang was first in the 3000-meter race, while he was first in the 5000-meter race among the boys. Sang Sang then challenged him privately,
and he lapped her a full lap in the 3000-meter and more than two laps in the 5000-meter. That's how they met.

Later, he ran into Sang Sang while playing games at an arcade. I was a little surprised: "She's so
good at academics, and she plays games too?"

Ning Que nodded, saying that the arcade belonged to Sang Sang's family, and she frequented it. I then
understood how Sang Sang knew those people from the underworld. Rumor had it that every arcade in Huizhou had connections to organized crime;
it was a favorite haunt of petty thugs. Without organized crime, arcades couldn't survive.

I pressed for more details, and Ning Que said he and Sang Sang played Super Street Fighter IV for an entire afternoon at the arcade. Ning
Que used a cue stick, and Sang Sang didn't win a single game. Later, Sangsang kept playing against him online, sometimes in SSF4
, sometimes in LoL. When there were many people, they would team up; when there were few, they would play one-on-one
. They played like this for almost two years.

I asked Ning Que, somewhat annoyed, "Has she never beaten you?"

Ning Que nodded, "Very rarely, but when she teams up with me to play against others, she usually wins."

I sighed; no wonder. Ning Que said with a bitter face, "But I really don't have feelings for her.
Your violence is already my limit. How could I dare to date someone like a gangster?"

I patted Ning Que on the shoulder, telling him to be careful; Sangsang might really get someone to beat him up.

What I feared eventually happened. During that long break, the school gang leader and another
person came directly into the classroom and dragged Ning Que out. No one in the class dared to stand up and say anything, including me...

Then, not long after, Ning Que came back. I saw that he had no injuries on his face, so I was relieved. I asked...
Ning Que hesitated to tell me his situation until he came home from school that evening, when he finally
told me, somewhat embarrassed, that he had told Sang Sang that he had already taken my virginity, so he couldn't let me down.

I just said "oh," without much reaction. I was going to give it to him sooner or later anyway; I

almost did last time. Besides, according to the agreement, there was less than a year left, so if he really wanted it, giving it to him earlier wasn't out of the question.

Ning Que continued with a bitter face, "Sang Sang said she's a virgin too, and she can give me her first time too..."

I exclaimed, "Oh, so Sang Sang is a virgin too? I didn't expect her to be such a proper
girl ." I pressed Ning Que for his answer. Ning Que stammered, "I said I got you
pregnant during summer vacation and had an abortion..."

I was immediately speechless, and instinctively wanted to hit Ning Que. Ning Que raised his hands, looking miserable, and said,
"I really couldn't think of any other excuse, and after I said that, she didn't say anything more."

I stopped, annoyed. Well, it was indeed a very effective method. I thought for a moment and said to Ning Que, "I
'll go home and tell my parents about this, so they know we didn't do it. You should go home and tell them too. Otherwise,
if they hear I had an abortion, we'll both be beaten to death."

Ning Que shook his head, "No need, Sang Sang wouldn't do that. She acts like a boy, she wouldn't use these
tricks." I said "Oh," feeling a little sour. It seemed Ning Que actually admired Sang Sang quite a bit. If it weren't for me,
he would definitely be with Sang Sang.

Then the next day during evening self-study, Ning Que had a bitter face again. I asked what was wrong, and Ning Que whispered,
"Sang Sang wants to pay you a virginity fee plus a breakup fee. She asked if 20,000 is enough. If not, you can name your price."

I exclaimed, "What is this? Does she really think she's some kind of gangster?
It's too melodramatic for something like this to happen in real life."

I was a little curious: "How come Sangsang is so rich?"

Ning Que looked indignant: "I asked her the same thing. She said she talked to her dad about it last night, and
he said it was simple, two options: one is to kidnap me and beat me until I agree, the other is to pay for my
consent . Sangsang chose the second one..."

I was speechless. What kind of idiot dad is this? How can anyone spoil their daughter so unprincipled? Only a dad
like this could raise a daughter like Sangsang.

I then asked Ning Que: "What if I take the money, get together with her, and then dump her?"

Ning Que looked miserable: "Do you think I dare to dump her?" I snorted and said: "You just can't bear to."

Then, somewhat resentfully, "Tell her, I don't want anything. If you want to be with her, then you two can
be together ."

Ning Que knew I was angry and hung his head dejectedly, not daring to speak. I felt a little sorry for him. Actually, it should be a happy thing for a
boy to be fought over by two beautiful girls, but one of them had bullied him since childhood, and the other
was a gangster girl. He had become the little wife who was bullied by both sides. But no matter how pitiful he was, I was still very
angry because he clearly really liked Sangsang.

When we got home that night, I was still fuming and didn't say a word. Ning Que knew he was in the wrong
and slunk behind me. When we parted, I asked Ning Que, "Is Sangsang's house nearby? I've noticed she
never rides her bike home."

Ning Que nodded, "Just two blocks ahead of the way we came back."

I hummed in agreement and then said softly, "Then let her accompany you home from school from now on."

I waved to Ning Que and said, "Bye-bye," before turning and entering my
building without looking back.

I tiptoed up the stairs so the motion-activated lights wouldn't turn on, and if the stairwell was dark,
Ning Que wouldn't see me looking back down when I reached the second floor.

Ning Que was still standing there, not moving. My heart warmed a little; he still cared about me. But
he couldn't like two people at the same time, he couldn't.

Reaching the third floor and returning to my small room, I saw from the window that Ning Que was no longer downstairs.
A pang of . Could it be that we really wouldn't be able to walk home together anymore? We'd been going to school together for over
eleven years. Every day after school, Ning Que and I had never been apart; we'd walked side-by-side like this for eleven years.

In elementary school, Ning Que broke his leg, and I carried him on my back along this path. He would lean on my shoulder and
blow into my ear, making me laugh non-stop, almost dropping him to the ground.

In middle school, the road was longer, and to save time, we would run
home . Ning Que would carry both of our heavy backpacks, weighing 20 kilograms, yet he always stayed by
my side.

In high school, Ning Que started to rebel, childishly trying to be cool and stylish. He always refused to use an umbrella in the rain. I
would pull his ear to make him walk under my umbrella, but he would always find a way to snatch it away too.
The heavier the rain, the more he liked to do this, and then we would both be soaked to the bone. I remembered
the scene in the movie where the male and female leads kissed in the rain. I looked at him tenderly, but he just pointed at my wet hair and
laughed .

I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my textbook. It turns out that love really does affect studies. I
couldn't . My mind was filled with all the little things I'd done with Ning Que over the years: using
big glass jars to trap snakes, making slingshots and spring guns, pumping up air for the animals,
and being the leader of the kids in the yard together.

In middle school, he would put cotton swabs soaked in Tiger Balm into my nostrils. When he took a nap, I would pour a glass of cold water down his
collar. Before physics class, we would write physics competition problems on the blackboard, then leave half of the solution to
her, and during class, I watched her struggle to solve it.

I remembered our 18-kilometer bike ride around Honghua Lake in the drizzle, I remembered our trip out to sea at Xichong, the fishing boats
working together to haul in a huge net full of shrimp and crabs, I remembered Ning Que renting a black jet ski, and I really dared to hold him on the back as
we braved the waves, I remembered Ning Que winning a silver medal at the Huizhou Games, turning around
and hanging the medal around my neck in front of so many eyes.

I lay on my small bed, remembering how tightly Ning Que had held me, remembering how he had touched my
most intimate parts here, remembering his longing gaze, and I suddenly felt so regretful.

I should have given him what he wanted. After that most intimate moment in our second year of high school, we had so many more opportunities,
so much time alone together. I really shouldn't have slapped his hand when he touched me. If it were really as Ning Que felt...
As Sang Sang said, he had already taken my virginity, so how could he dare leave me to like Sang Sang?

Uncle Ning would break his legs, I thought bitterly.

But Sang Sang really seemed better than me, prettier, more talented, and like Ning Que, she liked playing
games and being bullied by him. Could she really be more suitable for Ning Que than me? If I really loved
Ning Que, should I let him find a more suitable girl?

But no, I've never been away from Ning Que since I was little. I'm too used to him. I can't imagine
life without him. I've never liked any other boy, so how could Ning Que like any other
girl?

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

The next day, Ning Que saw my haggard face and asked me what was wrong with concern. I was still angry and ignored him
all day . After school, I packed my bag without saying a word and left, completely ignoring
Ning Que who was slinking behind me.

After a few days of cold war, Ning Que suddenly appeared beaming with joy during evening self-study, his face beaming with an undisguised smile.
My heart ached. Could it be that he and Sang Sang were already together? Had he already kissed Sang Sang?
Ning Que hadn't run during the long break today, and I hadn't seen him at dinner either. Where had he gone for over two hours? Could he have
gone to a hotel with Sang Sang?

Thinking of this, I suddenly became very angry. Just then, Ning Que happily hummed a tune. I
kicked him hard from below and scolded him in a low voice, "Study hard!" Ning Que's face fell, and he stopped being so arrogant, but in the blink of an eye, he
had that smug, punchable face again. I felt a surge of bitterness and turned away, ignoring him.

After school, I packed my bag, not even glancing at Ning Que, and turned to leave. Ning Que slung his bag over his
shoulder, grinning and humming a tune behind me, looking completely nonchalant. It took me a long time
to restrain myself from turning around and punching him.

Back at the family compound, Ning Que grabbed me, grinning, and told me, "It's all settled
. Sang Sang gave up."

Ah, is that so? Ning Que was happy because Sang Sang wasn't bothering him anymore, not because he was with her. My
mood instantly improved dramatically; I knew I couldn't help but smile. But
I was still surprised and asked him how he did it. Ning Que said, "I told Sang Sang about my love for math, that I
'll do math research my whole life, and that I dream of my future children and their mothers also doing math research.
I think Sang Sang isn't smart enough, and our child will be stupid."

I was a little confused: "Sang Sang isn't smart enough? That's nonsense. And, you're insulting Sang Sang like that, didn't she get
someone to beat you up?"

Ning Que scratched his head: "She's used to saying that… when we play games, I say even harsher things to her…"

I sighed, finally understanding why Sang Sang liked Ning Que so much.

Ning Que continued, "I gave Sang Sang a math problem. She tried for two days and couldn't solve it. Then I did it
myself and explained it to her. She realized she was much dumber than me and finally gave up."

I was still a little incredulous: "Solved it so easily?"

Ning Que said, "Actually, I think Sang Sang realized we weren't really on the same wavelength and gave up on her own. She
probably thought I was the kind of simple, playful, mischievous boy."

I looked at him: "You really are."

Ning Que looked helpless: "She only saw 20% of me before, thinking that was all of me.
Now she sees that I'm actually 80% different, so she gave up."

I nodded and said to Ning Que, "Bring me the problem you gave Sang Sang tomorrow." Ning Que nodded
and agreed.

Then, the next evening during self-study, I did nothing else but solve that math problem. But I was much better
than Sang Sang . I didn't even need two days; I only needed one night, and I knew I absolutely couldn't solve
it.

On the way home, I asked Ning Que, "Did you come up with the problem yourself?"

Ning Que shook his head, "No, it was a problem Wei Dongyi gave to Nie Zipei."

I was stunned. So it was a problem that the two most talented people in the Chinese Mathematical Olympiad were working on together. How could Sang Sang and I possibly solve
it? Ning Que is too wicked.

I asked Ning Que, "Did you solve it?"

Ning Que nodded, "It took me about a week, but Sang Sang thought it was just
a regular , so I didn't tell her the truth."

So wicked, so despicable, but I really like it. I'm so satisfied with how Ning Que handled this. I
remembered my regrets from that sleepless night, and suddenly an idea struck me. I smiled at Ning Que and said, "Come to my house this Sunday
. My parents are away on a business trip, so I'll give you a little reward."

Ning Que was a little surprised, "You mean?"

I said with a grin, "It's just dessert, not a big meal. Don't be too greedy."

Ning Que nodded blankly.

Ning Que walked me to my building. I looked around and saw that no one was there. I pulled Ning Que close and gently
touched his lips with mine.

Perhaps it was because of our more intimate contact, or perhaps it was because of Sang Sang's situation that our feelings deepened,
but this time Ning Que naturally pulled me into his arms, pressing his lips firmly against mine, using the pressure to
fully experience the moisture and softness of our bodies. Then he opened his mouth and enveloped my lips, beginning to suckle.

Unlike before, this was a passionate kiss. I held him tightly, and without realizing it, my eyes had closed
. Ning Que's tongue slipped between my lips, gently teasing my teeth.

My teeth are beautiful, even, white, and delicately rounded, making my smile
particularly ladylike. Ning Que said my smile had fooled many people.

As his tongue explored, I gently parted my teeth, and just like in novels, my tongue
intertwined with Ning Que's.

So this is what French kissing is like, almost the most intimate thing between a man and a woman. Ning Que and I unconsciously became
more and more forceful. Without me even realizing it, Ning Que sucked my tongue into his mouth, sucking hard, gently biting,
trying to make my tongue move in various ways within his mouth. I just let him do as he
pleased .

My mind felt blank and dark; I couldn't think of anything. A surge of heat seemed
to run through my body, as if a fire was burning inside me.

So good, this must be ecstasy. So this is what a kiss between lovers really feels like.

We parted after a long while. I smiled at him, and Ning Que, somewhat happy yet worried, asked, "Is this
dessert?"

I chuckled inwardly at his petty antics, then thought for a moment and said, "This is like a candy bean."

Ning Que smiled and waved goodbye.

That night, I studied English for a very long time. It was past midnight when my mother got up and saw my room light
was still on. She came in and told me to go to bed early. I smiled at her and said I'd sleep after memorizing this model essay.

I didn't dare tell my mother how much my heart had fluttered and how much I still savored that passionate kiss after school.
I dared not sleep; I knew I wouldn't be able to. I could only force myself to memorize English until my eyes were too tired to keep open before
I could finally fall asleep naturally.

Then, I saw Ning Que in my dream. He gently took off all my clothes, gently kissed me,
gently caressed me, and then gently entered me. I felt a sudden surge of pleasure throughout my body, followed by
an extremely pleasurable wave that jolted me awake.

Another climax, the second time I've dreamt of an orgasm. I lay flat on the bed, quietly savoring the
lingering afterglow of that pleasurable sensation, completely drained of energy.

I knew I'd feel wet and slippery down there again, just like last time, but this time I was too lazy
to go to the bathroom to wash. So be it. I curled up in the blanket and drifted off to sleep again, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

Saturday was a full day of tutoring. Ning Que was supposed to come see me on Sunday morning, but I postponed it to
the afternoon because I had to see Sang Sang in the morning…

Saturday night, Sang Sang inexplicably called me, saying she wanted to chat. I agreed, and she
actually thanked me very seriously.

After hanging up, I was annoyed. Sure enough, Ning Que underestimated Sang Sang. How
could be scared off by a math problem? She's definitely not giving up. Will she bring up the breakup fee again tomorrow
? How boring.

As it turned out, we agreed that she would wait for me at the gate of the family compound at 9 a.m. on Sunday. When I went out, I didn't see her
. I checked my watch and decided to wait for her for five minutes; if she didn't come, I would go back.

Then, the door of a black Audi next to us opened
,
and Sangsang got out, greeting me familiarly before pulling me into the car. I felt a little guilty. My family didn't own a car, and Ning Que's family's car was clearly much worse than this Audi. The car was so spacious; Sangsang and I could
stretch out perfectly in the back.

And Sangsang even brought a driver… her family was definitely rich.

I was nervous and didn't say a word in the car. Sangsang naturally told the driver a place to go and then remained
silent as well. I secretly glanced at her profile. She was really beautiful, with delicate features, fairer skin than
mine, and a V-shaped face. Sigh, I'm already in high school, why hasn't my baby fat gone down yet?

I secretly glanced at her chest again, finding a little comfort. But
who can say ?

We stopped at a Western restaurant near Su Di. The driver went to park, and Sangsang, ever the friendly type,
pulled me into the restaurant. It was beautifully decorated, and she led me directly to a small private room. Opening the window
revealed a stunning view of West Lake.

The first thing Sangsang said after we sat down was, "Don't worry, I won't compete with you for Ning Que."

Her second sentence was, "This restaurant is owned by my brother, it's free. Order whatever you want." Then
she grinned at me, a very candid smile.

I smiled and nodded, not bothering to be polite. I called a waiter and ordered myself a pot of
beautifully presented English tea, while Sangsang casually ordered a few small snacks.

I didn't hide my feelings. I told Sangsang, "This is the first time I've ridden in such a nice car.
I was a little nervous coming here."

Sangsang tilted her head and glanced at me, frowning slightly. She said, "Shanshan, don't let just anyone
driving a nice car lure you away in the future."

Then, she said somewhat seriously, "This car isn't that good. It only costs six or seven hundred thousand. It's the worst
car . We're both considered the best girls in Huizhou. We can't be compared to just any car."

Ah, that makes sense. No wonder people always say girls should be raised in luxury. Girls raised in luxury, having seen more of the world,
won't feel nervous like I do sitting in an Audi.

I remembered talking about how I was worried Sangsang might maliciously spread rumors about my pregnancy a few days ago. Ning Que confidently said Sangsang wouldn't
do that. It turns out it really was true. With her refined and elegant demeanor, she would definitely disdain doing such a thing.

But, she said she wouldn't compete with me for Ning Que anymore, so why did she invite me here? I asked her directly, somewhat puzzled.

Sangsang laughed again, but this time with a hint of bitterness. She quietly said, "I just wanted to see what kind of girl I
lost ."

I was a little helpless. Sangsang was too straightforward, and a little naive, wasn't she
? Was that even obvious?

But where exactly did Sangsang lose? I suddenly felt a little confused too. If I were Ning Que, why
didn't I choose Sangsang? I spread my hands at Sangsang and said helplessly, "I don't understand why Ning Que didn't
choose you either."

Sangsang asked another question, very directly: "Am I really that stupid?"

I shook my head. How could a girl who consistently ranked in the top thirty at the school be stupid?

Sangsang hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat dejected. "Shanshan, actually, I study very hard.
Starting in , I gave up all games. I study until 12:30 every night. What about you?"

I was a little surprised. Oh, so that's how it is. I said, "11 o'clock."

Sangsang nodded. "That's what I'm most insecure about. You don't know
how much it affects those of us who are behind us when the top three always pull ahead of the fourth-place student by 20 points in every exam. Those 20 or 30 points feel like an insurmountable chasm to me
. No matter how hard I try, I can only watch your back, so close yet
forever out of reach. That feeling is so powerless, so desperate."

Sangsang continued, "And Ning Que, if we only consider his math, physics, and chemistry scores, he's at least in the top three in the whole school."

I nodded and said confidently, "He's number one in the whole school." Yes, that jerk, he
almost always gets full marks in those three subjects, and then he's dragged down by several tens of points in Chinese and English.

Sangsang said, "A few days ago, Ning Que gave me a math problem and said that if I could solve it, he would consider becoming my
boyfriend. I spent two whole days trying to solve it, but I still couldn't figure it out. On the second night, I was so desperate from trying to solve the problem that I gave up."
Sangsang cried not because she couldn't be Ning Que's girlfriend, but because she realized that there was an
insurmountable ; she could never become someone like them. "

Poor child," I couldn't bear it. I told her that the problem was
one Wei Dongyi had given to Nie Zipei, more difficult than the National Olympiad, and even I couldn't solve it. Ning Que took a week to solve it.

Sangsang's expression changed instantly, she looked somewhat resentful: "That bastard!"

I couldn't help but laugh: "Let's beat him up."

Sangsang laughed too: "Forget it, it's not the first time he's tricked me, I'm used to it."

Sangsang talked about how Ning Que had always bullied her in games, how he always set traps for her in chats to prove she was stupid, and how sometimes she
had to go to the arcade to get coins to exchange with Ning Que when asking study questions online.

However, she willingly allowed Ning Que to laugh at her. She loved
Ning Que's free-flowing, imaginative style during their chats, admired the ingenious thought processes he used when explaining problems, and was fascinated by his
sharp and meticulous mind when facing difficult questions.

She said she would never forget a weekend in her first year of high school when she lost several matches in a row, and her opponents even mocked her.
When Ning Que came online, she went to him to complain, and he calmly said, "It's okay, just watch out, your big brother will fight for you."

Then that day, Ning Que led her to a crushing defeat of their opponents for an entire afternoon.

In Ning Que's presence, she was always that little girl looking up to him.

She said that her father and brothers were all businessmen, but she never liked that kind of environment. She longed to become a university
professor or a researcher at a research institute. When Ning Que told her that he hoped his future wife and children would all work in
mathematics or scientific research, she felt such longing in her heart. Being with Ning Que, being his
like-minded wife, and educating a child who loved learning, just like the scholarly families of the past, was simply her dream
life.

Looking at her, I felt a pang of sadness. It turned out she genuinely liked Ning Que too. It was a pity; there was only one Ning Que, and
I couldn't share him with her.

I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how to begin. Sang Sang, on the other hand, seemed quite composed: "I really
like him very much, but unfortunately, I don't have the chance."

Looking at her, at her regretful yet honest expression, I thought this girl was truly wonderful
.

The orange-red tea in the clear glass pot tasted sour and astringent, yet very refreshing—this must be the taste of
our youthful love.

I don't know when it started, but Sang Sang and I became very compatible. If it weren't for Ning Que, we
probably would have become very good friends.

Sang Sang kept asking me to tell her stories about Ning Que and me. She screamed when she heard that I pushed Ning Que off the third floor during an experiment;
she laughed uproariously when she heard about our pranks; and she looked on with envy when she heard that Ning Que neglected
his studies by playing games and was dragged to my house by his ear by his father.

Before I knew it, it was noon. Sangsang said she had prepared some really good imported Japanese steak for me, and I
ate to my heart's content without any hesitation. I tasted beef that was so tender and juicy that I had never tasted before.

After dinner, Sangsang insisted on walking me home again. As we said goodbye at the entrance of the residential compound, Sangsang earnestly told me,
"Shanshan, I won't bother Ning Que anymore. However, I'll be watching from the sidelines.
If you treat him well, I'll wish you both happiness. But if you don't, I'll snatch Ning Que away. Although I'm not that smart, my family is
very wealthy, and we have strong connections in Huizhou and Guangzhou. I can definitely be a great help to Ning Que's career."

She paused for a moment, then added, "And, I'm still a virgin."

I smiled and said okay, then told her, "Me too."

Sangsang's face changed again, and she gritted her teeth, "You've been tricked by that bastard again!"

I smiled and said, "But after this afternoon, it might not be anymore."

Sangsang's mouth dropped open in surprise, looking at me questioningly. I nodded seriously and said, "Ning Que will be coming to my house
this afternoon . I'm ready." Yes, I was ready. This afternoon, no matter
what Ning Que did, I wouldn't resist.

Sangsang smiled, then looked somewhat envious, came up and hugged me tightly, then turned and waved goodbye.

Back home, I took a shower and changed into my pajamas, waiting for Ning Que to come over. Around 1:00 PM, Ning Que rang
the doorbell . I chuckled inwardly; he was really impatient. But wasn't I the same? These past two days
, when I secretly watched Ning Que, I kept thinking about that dream, about the feeling of him touching me in the dream, the trembling sensation all over my body. After separating from
Sang Sang , I kept wondering when Ning Que would come, and whether I should still eat the dessert.

Ning Que asked me, somewhat shyly but directly, what he meant by "dessert."

I happily told Ning Que that the lump in my breast had completely disappeared; it definitely wasn't a disease, just
normal development. Ning Que was quite happy, but didn't understand what I was trying to say. I chuckled and told him,
"The lump probably all turned into fat. My bra size went from A to C- in the past year, but I usually wear
loose clothes, so you can't tell."

Ning Que smiled mischievously, "I can tell it's gotten quite a bit bigger."

I wrapped my arms around Ning Que's neck and whispered in his ear, "I'm not wearing a bra..."

I stood on tiptoe, resting my face on Ning Que's shoulder. I couldn't see his expression, but he visibly stiffened for a moment,
then hugged me tightly.

I looked up at him bravely. Ning Que smiled at me, then turned his head and kissed my lips. It was

such a passionate kiss, so forceful from the very beginning. I quickly reciprocated, immersing myself in this
somewhat violent tenderness.

Ning Que's hand slipped under the hem of my pajamas and rested on my chest, caressing my
breasts without any resistance. He began gently rubbing my nipples, then slowly began to gently knead my entire breast. I
felt a little too aroused and unsteady on my feet. I sighed softly and whispered to Ning Que, "It's uncomfortable through the clothes."

After a moment of silence, Ning Que slowly released me, took his hand out of my pajamas, and stood
quietly in front of me, looking at me. I looked back at him quietly as well.

Ning Que's hand reached out and began to unbutton my pajamas. I remained standing quietly in front of him,
looking at him tenderly. His hand trembled slightly.

I stood motionless as he unbuttoned all my clothes and took off my pajamas. As he removed my
pajama bottoms and underwear, I quietly lifted my leg to cooperate with him. I stood naked in front of him,
showing him my most youthful and secret body without reservation.

Then, I gently began to undress Ning Que. Surprisingly, I was calmer than Ning Que himself. My hands were steady and
gentle. I quietly undressed him, smiling as I looked at his erect penis.
Then , smiling, I reached out my hands to him.

Yes, I loved him so much that I could give myself completely to him. Sang Sang's situation made me
realize how important Ning Que was to me. Such a wonderful girl—what a temptation she would be for a boy!
Ning Que's performance was so perfect; no reward was too much, I told myself.

I promised Ning Que the dessert, but what exactly it was, I didn't tell him. Actually, I didn't
even know what the dessert represented, or how far it would go. But I knew it would
be much deeper, even more complete, than what happened during the winter break of my second year of high school. Whatever Ning Que wanted, I would give him.

Ning Que smiled and reached out his arms, then lifted me up in his arms. He was so strong!
My weight of almost 100 pounds seemed to be easily supported by his arms.

My arms were wrapped around his neck, pressed tightly against his chest. When he placed me on the bed,
I refused to let go, instead pulling him down and pinning him to the ground.

Ning Que held me tightly, his chest pressing my breasts flat. I hugged Ning Que tightly, and he
hugged me tightly too. I realized he was really strong now; he was no longer the little Duo Duo I used to bully
. My body felt like it was being suffocated by his embrace. I loved this feeling, like I
was melting into his arms.

Ning Que rolled around on the bed with me in his arms, constantly changing his holding position, as if he wanted to
crush and Luckily, my bed was only 1.5 meters wide, and the other side was against the wall, otherwise, we
would have definitely rolled onto the floor.

Ning Que wrapped his arms around my back, grabbed my buttocks, and squeezed them hard. His breathing became rough, like
a wild beast. I, however, seemed to have lost all consciousness, like a small boat, just
swaying with his fury.

He roughly spread my legs apart. I knew he was coming; this was force, wasn't it? I
had said I wouldn't refuse if he forced himself on me, so I really wouldn't refuse. I closed my eyes, feeling
that hard thing thrust against me, pressing down hard and forcefully. Then,
after , the penis slid to the side along my labia.

I couldn't help but scream. Ning Que was startled, seemingly snapping out of his rage.
Seeing my trembling, he looked at me with shock: "Shanshan, are you alright?"

I frowned and said, "I didn't expect it to hurt so much. Be gentle."

Ning Que looked guilty: "Shanshan, I didn't mean to do that. I don't know how I lost
control ."

I reached out and cupped Ning Que's face, gently kissing him, then said, "It's okay, let's continue."

Ning Que nodded. I saw that the intense fire in his eyes had suddenly disappeared, replaced by a bright light
. His rationality had truly returned. Did I really want him to be like this? Maybe I still wanted
that beastly side of him from before, so I wouldn't feel guilty about losing my virginity in high school.

Ning Que's hands reached over, one on my chest, the other stroking my entire body.
The face-to-face position was so uncomfortable, so I turned around, leaning against him with my back to him, letting one of his hands touch my
chest while the other explored my… lower body.

This side-lying position is great. When I lie flat, my breasts look small, but when I lie on my side, they look much bigger
. At least Ning Que could hold them in one hand. That's what you call breasts, right? I could clearly feel
the pleasure and lingering affection in Ning Que's fingers, and I was filled with joy too. He must be very comfortable and enjoying it.

His other hand was roaming around below me. I was so shameless! As soon as Ning Que touched my
private parts , I lifted my upper leg and hooked it over Ning Que's leg, creating a large gap
for his wicked hands to do as they pleased.

His movements were so awkward and restrained, but even so, they still gave me immense stimulation.
Every time his fingers traced my lips, a hint of pleasure and desire accumulated within me.

Finally, he touched my little bud. He probably had some experience from watching porn; he
pressed two fingers against it and gently rubbed that spot. It felt so good. This place
was different from anywhere else; the tingling sensation was several times stronger than the stimulation on my nipples. It was a completely new
experience, bringing a surge of desire.

It felt so good that later, I started to feel uncomfortable. It was so swollen, not in my breasts, but a feeling of
suffocation . The desire was piling up inside me, but I couldn't release it. I sighed softly and said,
"Ning Que."

He hummed in response, a questioning tone.

I whispered, "How about you have the main course too..." He

didn't specify what the dessert was, but the main course definitely had to lead to that step.

Ugh, I'm so pathetic. I had planned it all out perfectly—Ning Que was the one who initiated it, he forced me, and I had no
choice but to do it with him. Now it's turned into me asking for it. It's so shameful. I must be such a slutty
girl. But I really wanted to do it with him. That desire had swelled to its limit. I wanted him to
thrust into me hard like before, and then I would guide him to the right spot, experiencing the excruciating pain of him breaking into me
. I wanted it so badly. Only that kind of pain could truly release my desire.

But Ning Que didn't answer. He was still the same as before, only his hands and tongue moved much faster
. I couldn't help but scream. My nipples were very erect under Ning Que's sucking, and
my clitoris was becoming more and more prominent as he rubbed it. I grabbed Ning Que's penis painfully,
looking at him pleadingly. This bastard, I'm in so much pain, why won't you
come in ?

Ning Que looked up at me, hesitated visibly for a moment, but then shook his head firmly.

Why? He was so eager to come in just now, but now he's acting
like . I really don't understand men's minds. But the stimulation to my clitoris is too intense.
Every rubbing feels like an electric current running through my body. I closed my eyes and said weakly, "Ning
Que, I really can't take it anymore. Come in."

Ning Que's hands left my knees and placed them on my lap. I instinctively bent my knees,
then spread them wide with his force, making it easier for him to penetrate.

But why wasn't it his hot, hard penis touching me? Why were his soft
lips His nimble tongue had already explored my entrance, licking and teasing, even pushing inwards
. It was so stimulating! I breathed heavily, moaning loudly.

Then two fingers came, this time his thumb and forefinger, pinching my clitoris and
rubbing it with some pressure. It felt so good! Both were the most stimulating and sensitive spots. I couldn't
hold and started moaning loudly again.

Anyway, the two rooms next to mine were my own homes, so my noise wouldn't be heard by the neighbors, I
reassured myself. Then I found that after moaning, my body felt less restrained, and Ning Que's
movements became more intense. I started letting loose with loud screams.

Finally, an extremely intense stimulation surged deep within my body, and I instantly lost consciousness. Everything seemed
to go black before my eyes. An unprecedented pleasure spread throughout my body, and my tense body suddenly relaxed.
I let out a long sigh, and my legs finally gave way, collapsing limply.

Ning Que stopped, looking somewhat curious: "Shan Shan, did you climax?"

I gave a slightly embarrassed "Mmm," then suddenly remembered that Ning Que hadn't released yet, and quickly added:
"If you want to come in, I can."

Ning Que smiled, then got up and lay down beside me, hugging me, kissing me, and saying, "This is
fine ."

Yes, it was fine. I hugged him tightly, savoring the lingering effects of my climax. It felt so good; my body
didn't . So this is the beauty of sex; it was just so comfortable.

I reached out and touched Ning Que's lower body. Sure enough, that rascal was still hard and erect. I
smiled at Ning Que and then began to stroke him back and forth with my hand.

Perhaps because I had helped him release his pent-up desires twenty or thirty times before, I had accumulated enough experience. Ning Que quickly fell into
a vortex of pleasure, lying flat on his back, eyes closed, groaning.

I quietly sat up, which was the easiest way to relax my hands. Thinking of the orgasm I had just experienced under Ning Que's tongue, I suddenly
felt an urge. I leaned down, opened my mouth, and gently took his little brother into my mouth. However, I shouldn't
call it little brother anymore; his large glans filled my mouth completely.

Ning Que opened his eyes in surprise and looked at me. I reached out my right hand and squeezed his hand to let him know my intentions,
then gently used the tip of my tongue to tease the small opening on his glans.

After only a few dozen strokes, Ning Que said urgently, "Shan Shan, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum."

I hesitated for a moment, but my lips didn't leave. Instead, I began to gently suck. His penis started to
bounce and throb. I knew he was really going to cum. Then I waited quietly. In less than a second,
a thick stream of liquid rushed into my mouth, followed by another. Having had too many experiences like this before, I knew
there would be three or four streams, and some more would slowly flow out.

When I used my hand to help Ning Que before, the semen smelled very fishy, but the taste wasn't that strong in my mouth;
it tasted like a mouthful of clear porridge, not as unpalatable as some popular science articles described.

I continued to hold it quietly, waiting for Ning Que's ejaculation to subside and his penis to soften. I used my hand to
squeeze it upwards from the base like toothpaste, making sure the last drop was in my mouth, before jumping off
the bed, rushing to the bathroom to vomit, and rinsing my mouth.

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, my face was flushed, my fair skin stained with red marks, my breasts still erect
, my nipples still hard and bright red. This must be what it looks like to be caressed by the man I love, I smiled
happily .

Back in bed, Ning Que didn't speak, just quietly held me in his arms again. Both of our desires had been
released , leaving only a deep tenderness and affection.

I recalled how shamelessly I had begged Ning Que to penetrate me, and felt a mix of shame, sweetness, and
mostly confusion. I softly asked, "Ning Que?"

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you move when I asked you to?"

Ning Que hesitated for a moment, then said, "I was scared."

"Tch, coward. I'm not scared, what are you scared of?"

"I was afraid we wouldn't get into the same school, and then you'd meet a much better guy than me, and then you'd like
him, want to marry him, but he'd look down on you for not being a virgin. When I came here, I told myself several times not to hurt
Shan Shan, but I was too impulsive at first and forgot everything. Luckily,
that pain you felt brought me back to my senses, and I'll never be foolish again."

Ah, so that's what he thought. So that's how carefully he cares for me, how much he cherishes me. So
that do-or-die math competition put so much pressure on him. I nestled in his arms, suddenly feeling an urge to cry,
but I suppressed it and instead teased him with a forced smile, "Ning Que, you've definitely read some ridiculous
motivational and projected yourself onto it."

I earnestly told Ning Que, "I like you, I truly love you, so it
's only natural for me to make love with you. Even if we can't be together, I won't
let ruin our love."

"..." Ning Que looked completely taken aback and speechless, seemingly still pondering whether what I said made
sense.

"How about this, if we can both go to the same school, we'll have a proper meal together, okay?"

I said to him with a smile.

"Okay!"

Ning Que readily agreed, and we smiled at each other. I secretly decided that no matter if we couldn't
go to the same school, I would have a proper meal with Ning Que.

Ning Que didn't participate in the first semester final exams of our senior year because the winter camp for the National Mathematical Olympiad was in January
. He had won a gold medal in the provincial Mathematical Olympiad, finally qualifying for the national competition. The school takes Ning Que's participation in the competition very seriously
. After all, making it to the provincial team is already a great honor for the school. They even exempted Ning Que from the entrance exam, allowing him
to focus on preparing for the Olympiad. I, however, am extremely worried. These mock exams are crucial
for gaining real experience, which increases the chances of success in the college entrance exam. Ning Que is taking a gamble.

Before the exam, I called Ning Que and told him, "Don't worry about the exam. No matter which
university you go to, I promised to marry you and I won't go back on my word."

Ning Que said helplessly, "Shan Shan, why don't you have any confidence in me?"

I was speechless. I really found it hard to accept that my
little Duo Duo, whom I had always bullied and protected, was really going to represent the entire province and compete against the smartest students in the country. The International Mathematical Olympiad,
the most important yardstick for measuring intelligence, the most dazzling stage in all of China during high school—did he really have that
ability ?

After two agonizing days, I didn't dare call Ning Que again. That evening, my uncle and aunt had
dinner at my house. They guessed that Ning Que's winter camp was almost over, so my aunt called him to ask how he
was doing .

Ning Que said, "It's so cold here, below minus ten degrees Celsius. I should have bought a thicker down jacket then."

I burst out laughing. He always looked like that. He probably did well on the exam. Uncle Ning was a little annoyed:
"Who cares if you're cold or not? I'm asking how your exam went."

Ning Que cautiously replied that he had answered all the questions and was currently discussing them with other classmates. Hearing the noise
around him , Auntie didn't press further and hung up the phone in a huff. The atmosphere in our house was heavy.

This atmosphere only eased when Ning Que returned and the results were posted on the 17th.
Ning Que had actually won a second prize nationwide, and a very high ranking at that. He might even be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University,
or at the very least, Sun Yat-sen University. Uncle and Auntie were overjoyed and immediately set up a four-table banquet at the Crowne Plaza restaurant
to invite colleagues and friends from the Exploration Institute.

At the dinner table, Ning Que and I sat together. Uncle Ning raised his glass, his pride evident. He said he
had never imagined Ning Que would achieve this, and he was truly gratified. He recounted how Ning Que had been in the bottom
ten of his elementary school exams, and how anxious and helpless he and Auntie had felt. Then he suddenly said that the first toast should be to Shan Shan.

I was startled and didn't know what to say. I hurriedly grabbed the wine glass Ning Que had shoved at me, stood
up nervously as if I were about to be scolded by a teacher.

Uncle Ning said, "Shanshan, thank you for disciplining Ning Que at school for the past ten years. You've done
a much better job than your aunt and I have. I can't even imagine what Ning Que would have become without you. In the future,
I'll have to trouble you to discipline him more." Uncle Ning glared at Ning Que and said sternly, "Hit him when he needs to be hit, scold him when he needs to be scolded."

My face turned bright red. I didn't know whether to nod or shake my head. I glanced at Ning Que, who looked sullen. He
was probably thinking, "Wasn't this supposed to be a celebration banquet?"

The elders in the courtyard all knew about my marriage to Ning Que. They chatted excitedly, all looking incredibly envious,
complaining that Uncle Ning was too unruly, making a move so early. They said, "What family
wouldn't want such a beautiful, smart, and sensible girl as their daughter-in-law?" Then, I was surrounded by enthusiastic praise. The adults forgot that
the main character today should have been Ning Que.

The elders were drinking, while Ning Que stood to the side, looking sullen. I quietly asked him what was wrong, and
he said he missed first prize by only six points, failing to make the national team and thus losing
his chance to participate in the International Olympiad.

I thought for a moment and asked him, "If you had made the selection team, what were your chances of making the final six-person roster?"

Ning Que did some mental calculations and honestly replied, "Although the ratio is around 10%, my chance is less than 1
%. The top few are just too insane; you can't catch up just by working hard."

I chuckled and asked, "Didn't I torture you enough when you were a kid? Want to experience being intellectually crushed on the national team
?"

Ning Que smiled and secretly took my hand under the table.

I thought to myself, if Ning Que wins this award, he might go to Tsinghua University. I'd better work hard during winter break and
get into Ning Que's school so I can finally eat well.

Why am I thinking about eating well again in front of so many people? I blushed a little.

Ning Que seemed to have a telepathic connection with me. Even after the pressure of the college entrance exam subsided during the winter break, he stayed
by my side, helping me with difficult math problems and memorizing English, but never making any particularly intimate gestures. He
was probably afraid that such romantic feelings would distract me from my studies.

We spent the entire winter break in an atmosphere of abstinence. At the start of the second semester, the university admission policy was
released , and Ning Que's grades were indeed good enough for Tsinghua University. However, to everyone's surprise, Ning Que ultimately chose the mathematics department at Sun Yat-sen University. That day after school, I anxiously asked him if he thought I might not perform well on the college entrance exam and wouldn't get into Tsinghua, which was why he chose
Sun Yat-sen University. Ning Que shook his head: "Sun Yat-sen is closer to home." I pinched him hard to make him speak properly. Ning Que said to me very seriously, "Sun Yat-sen University's mathematics program is also among the top ten in the country . Apart from Peking University's mathematics department, which stands head and shoulders above the rest, the gap between the other ten or so top universities isn't that big. And, what you said the other day was right. If I really got into Peking University's mathematics department, I would definitely be repeatedly intellectually crushed by those freaks." Ning Que held my hand and continued, "Shan Shan, after dinner that day, I thought about it for a long time, and I decided to give up on pure mathematics research and want to go into applied mathematics. My IQ is indeed not among the top tier . Rather than spending my whole life in theoretical mathematics without making any breakthroughs, I'd rather do something practical." " Let's get this out ." I felt a little ashamed: "What do you mean by applied mathematics? I've never even heard of it..." Ning Que smiled and said, "I mean the computer industry. Mathematics is the soul of programming. Look at many new technologies now, self-driving cars, facial recognition, Apple's SIM and iFlytek, and all kinds robots. In the end, they are all realized through various mathematical algorithms. I don't know what I will do in the future, but I will definitely make my own value in a very interesting field." I looked at this handsome young man. He had really grown up and surpassed me. Maybe I would really ? I felt a little happy and said to Ning Que, "How about I study computer science? We can do these things together in the future?" Ning Que smiled and said, "Okay, the mathematics department and the computer science department are the same college at Sun Yat-sen University. I'll wait for you there ." I said, "Okay, it's a deal." After entering the community, I saw the newly installed purified water machine and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Ning Que, this kind of drinking water..."

"The water dispenser is also implemented using mathematical algorithms, right? We insert a card, and then we can pay to get water."

Ning Que nodded: "The principle should be very simple. The data is encrypted and written in the magnetic card, and then the water dispenser system
reads it and decrypts it to know how much money is left on the card. The most crucial technology should be the encryption and decryption algorithm."

I asked Ning Que: "Then when we learn it well and become skilled, we can change the data in the water card, right?"

Ning Que shook his head: "No, that's theft, it's a crime."

I said "Oh," somewhat disappointed.

Ning Que said, "But we can hack into the water dispenser system and change the charge to one
cent per ton of water, that's fine."

My eyes lit up too: "Yeah, that's definitely more fun than changing the toilet signs in our first year of high school.

Let's study math and computer science well, and when we're capable, we can definitely do a lot of
interesting things together."

Ning Que nodded seriously and agreed.

In the days that followed, Ning Que stayed by my side. Now that he was no longer under the pressure of the college entrance exam, he didn't actually need
to go to class, but he still came to school on time every day.

The annoying thing was that he stopped paying attention in class and instead put together a bunch of university-level advanced mathematics and probability
theory occasionally say, "Oh, I see, calculus is so interesting!"

or "Hey, if I had learned this earlier, I could have solved that competition problem."

Meanwhile, I was still doing a lot of repetitive problems, constantly improving my problem-solving efficiency, and memorizing a lot of Chinese and English model
essays . Seeing Ning Que so carefree every day, I really wanted to punch him. But every night when he held my hand and
walked me home, and we kissed in the stairwell, it was so sweet.

A few months later, I was admitted to the Computer Science Department of Sun Yat-sen University, ranking second in the entire school.

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