The scumbag girl I met at school

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She seemed very outgoing and could chat with anyone, always managing to get to the point – not just superficial conversation. Most people, especially the guys, were all smiles when talking to her, and they'd often want to chat all night, preferably in depth. But she'd subtly end the conversation when it was almost over. She later told me this was called "skimming the surface," and the guys who were touched by her weren't angry at all; they even seemed to want more. That day, we played Truth or Dare, and the atmosphere was great. She played a huge role in that. Whenever it was a truth question, everyone would cheer when it was her turn to ask, because her questions were always quite provocative. She answered all the provocative questions truthfully, but she was also very attentive to the reactions of those being asked. If anyone seemed even slightly embarrassed, she'd immediately change the subject to help them out of the awkwardness. I thought to myself, "This girl is interesting; she's quite shrewd." Let me tell you about myself. I'm a well-known figure in our college. My buddies always have to show me a girl's WeChat before asking her out, asking if I know her. If I do, they're done. In their eyes, anyone with WeChat is a wasted gem. During a party, I went to the bathroom with the guy who organized it. He asked who I had feelings for, and I said the short-haired girl was pretty good. He looked at me strangely. "I think your karma might be coming on!" "Go to hell! Who do you think I am? What's going on?" I asked impatiently. "She's known as the 'Beauty Harvester' in school. She's slept with at least half the handsome guys." "Bullshit! She hasn't even slept with me, and she still has the nerve to have such a nickname?" I said nonchalantly. "Besides, don't I have a nickname? My nickname is 'Ultimate Piledriver.' We're all machines, no feelings, so who's afraid of who?" My buddy gave me a stupid look, sighed, and left. I stormed out of the restroom, grumbling, and saw her. She'd just finished using the restroom too. Now that I think about it, I suspect she deliberately waited for me. She walked up to me and gestured to show the height difference between us, then smirked, "You're so tall! You must have had a good upbringing, right?" "Your family wasn't well-off growing up? Otherwise, why are you so short?" I was amused by her sudden gesture. I'm 186cm, she's 163cm. "Good family background, but if you don't have the genes, there's nothing you can do. You are tall, but not so smart. Maybe you're always bumping your head because you're so tall," she teased with a laugh. "Well, I can lend you my genes, I'm free sometime. That's all I can do for you." She seemed a little taken aback. I said, turning and walking back to the party room without looking back. "A beauty magnet?" I thought to myself, feeling a little smug. Before leaving after the party, she asked for my WeChat. All five guys at the table added me. I felt a surge of excitement. My friend who organized the party looked at me with pity; looking back, it was like he was looking at a dying man. We chatted for a few days afterward, and things went well, so we went to see a movie together. A detail at the ticket check touched me. I was wearing sneakers that day, and the laces had come undone. It was Saturday, and the ticket gate was packed. When it was our turn, I didn't notice the laces were untied. She said, "Your laces are untied," and then naturally knelt down to tie them for me. Everyone's eyes immediately went to her. The ticket checker looked heartbroken, probably thinking, "Damn, I have to witness this couple so closely at work!" I clearly remember she was wearing a white dress that day, and I also noticed that girls in dresses look beautiful when they kneel down. I don't remember what movies we watched after that, I only remember the girl who knelt down and carefully tied my shoelaces for me at the theater entrance. I really started to like her, but at the same time, a voice inside me was saying, "You little brat, you've finally met your match," because I had a strong feeling that if I continued dating her, I'd be in big trouble. But you know how it is when you're young—knowing there are tigers in the mountains, you still go for it. I thought to myself, "Luckily, I'm not a good person either." A week later, we naturally got together. She was very good at giving her boyfriend face, always saying in public that she was the one who pursued me. She took me to meet her friends and told them that I was not only tall but also a good cook. She just kept praising me naturally, maybe because I felt that compliments were natural. She gave me some expensive shoes for my birthday. One day, I had a high fever that wouldn't go down, and I was delirious with fever. She carried me all the way to the hospital. We even fell twice on the way, and she didn't even care that I scraped my knee. When we arrived at the hospital, she was shouting anxiously in the lobby. I was still half-asleep, but looking at her frantic face, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to marry her. Nothing else mattered; I just wanted to marry her. Three months into our relationship, her mother came to visit her at school. She took me and her mother out for a meal, which went quite well. Her mother praised me, and she kept pointing out my shortcomings. Her mother initially found fault with me, but she then started praising me, acting like she was the only one who could say what she wanted about her boyfriend. For a while, I genuinely thought she had changed and was starting to live a better life after we got together. Even though I'm a seasoned player, I was truly defeated by her. I naively thought that maybe after my influence, the wolf would stop eating meat. Then, in our fifth month together, we were eating out when she got a fishbone stuck in her throat. She frantically tried everything—swallowing rice whole, holding the bowl on her head and using chopsticks to push it down—but nothing worked. Finally, she drank a whole bottle of apple cider vinegar to flush it down. Afterward, she ran to the restroom to vomit. I waited for her at the door, her phone in my hand. Her phone rang. It was a WeChat voice message. I knew her password; it was my birthday. I opened WeChat and saw a guy with a non-mainstream profile picture. The chat only had one voice message, a guy's deliberately lazy voice. You ask how I know it's fake? Because I always use that same tone when I'm flirting with girls. Hearing his tone, I had a bad feeling. Then I heard the message, and my heart sank. "Did you take your medicine this morning?" I had just returned to school that day after spending a week at my hometown. I remember my first thought was of my buddy's words, "You might be getting your comeuppance!" He came out of the bathroom, looked at my expression, looked at the phone in my hand, and sent a voice message: "Who the hell are you, you idiot?" "She gets incredibly frustrated and angry about things that are out of control. Later, we argued. We were both very agitated at first, but when she felt I was beyond repair, she suddenly calmed down, very calmly, and started talking about her relationship with that guy. He was in the basketball club, and her best friend's boyfriend was also in the basketball club. One day, while waiting for her best friend's boyfriend, they saw a group of girls delivering water. Several girls were giving water to this guy, and she thought those girls weren't as pretty as her. She's the kind of person who knows she's pretty and uses that as an asset. She sat on the playground and thought, since she was bored anyway, she bought a bottle of Yibao (a popular Chinese beverage) to deliver. I still remember that line, 'Since I'm bored anyway,' it hit me like a ton of bricks. The other girls all bought energy drinks, but she was the only one who bought a bottle of Yibao. She's a very attention-seeking person; she always wants to be the center of attention, and she always actually is." That guy was a total jerk. He only picked up her Yibao (a popular children's bottled water brand). She told me she thought he was kind of interesting, quite shrewd, just like she thought of her back then. Later, she added him on WeChat. The day I had a fever and she took me to the hospital, they were chatting animatedly. She stayed with me until after 5 pm that afternoon, then said she had to go back to her dorm. I felt she had worked really hard that day and was quite touched. After leaving the hospital, she went to a hotel to meet that guy. They had arranged it while she was with me. Now, thinking back to how devotedly she took care of me, I still can't believe it was fake. Maybe she genuinely cared for me, and maybe she really wanted to cheat on me afterward. I asked her if she had considered me then, and she said she had, but the hotel reservation was arranged before I got a fever. The guy had already booked the room; shouldn't people have some sense of honor? I was so angry I laughed out loud. Even now, thinking about that sentence still makes me laugh. "No honor with me?" We broke up, and it took me six months to recover. I had genuinely planned to introduce her to my parents and even considered marrying her, but you can't change a person's nature. Now that I think about it, besides being a "bad girl," she was actually quite nice. But then again, if she weren't a "bad girl," why would she treat you so well? You ask me how to get along with a "bad girl"? I'm telling you, it's best not to. Even my ultimate jackhammer can't handle it. Think about it carefully. [The End]

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