Apricot Blossoms Dye the Campus

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Chapter 1 Returning to Campus

Today is August 29, 2019. In a few days, universities across the country will begin their new
semester.

Weeks ago, current and prospective university students snapped up all their train tickets. Many students
were worried about not being able to get tickets, but Zhao Yingxin wasn't worried at all, because the university she was admitted to was in her city.

D City, a beautiful coastal city, boasts a rare maritime climate in China. Even in the sweltering
summer, the sea breeze sweeps across the city, forcibly carrying away the heat.

The seafood here is famous, but overcharging is also common. Therefore, savvy tourists
never dine at the various seafood restaurants near the train station or the numerous large seafood restaurants in the city center
. Instead, they go to D City's bay at dawn. The bay is home to many fishermen who go out to sea before dawn to catch
their catch and return to land at daybreak, spreading their nets full of seafood on the ground for people to choose from.

Near the bay, there are often small shops run by fishermen. These shops are small, with only a large steamer and a large
bucket of boiling water. They only charge a processing fee of twenty yuan to steam or boil the seafood you just bought;
any other method, in their view, would be a waste of this fresh and delicious food.

Zhao Yingxin is a native of D City, born and raised in Tucheng. Her family lives in an old house in the city center. Although they live in an old house,
her family has some savings. Their property in the city center alone is worth
over a million yuan.

Zhao Yingxin's college entrance examination scores weren't particularly ideal, but D City has preferential policies for its own students,
so Zhao Yingxin successfully entered D City Language University with a score lower than students from other provinces.

Two years have passed in a flash, and Zhao Yingxin is now a junior. Although she is 171cm tall and
weighs only 90kg, her long legs attract the attention of countless male students even in winter. Although her chest is a bit small, she
still has a pretty good figure.

She had studied dance in high school, so her temperament was exceptional. While her face wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, with makeup
, she was no less attractive than any street-style beauty. Yet, for the first two years of university, she didn't have a single boyfriend
. The reason was simple: everyone assumed a beauty like her would have a boyfriend. Even those who didn't
think that way believed she was incredibly difficult to pursue, and preferred to settle for
girls with less desirable qualities. Only she knew how much she longed for a sweet campus romance.

When school started again, everyone with partners looked forward to it, but Zhao Yingxin was met with endless
pain and loneliness. Pretty girls like her were the least popular in the dorm. Girls are naturally sensitive,
and everyone treated others with the attitude of "I hope you're doing well, but you absolutely can't be doing better than me."
So, the prettiest girl in the dorm was often the target of everyone's jealousy.

Therefore, even during the school year, Zhao Yingxin rarely stayed in her dormitory. Regardless of whether she studied or not, she
spent all her time in the library.

Looking at her phone, Zhao Yingxin reluctantly packed her luggage, preparing to return to that detestable campus.
Little did she know, the sweet love she had been longing for was about to descend upon her.

The male-to-female ratio in the Japanese Language and Culture Department is probably somewhat well-known. In Zhao Yingxin's class of
thirty-one students, only four were slovenly dressed and extremely unattractive boys. And among the boys in the other three classes of the same department , there weren't many normal people either; one boy was even caught masturbating
on his phone during class by a school leader—otherwise, Zhao Yingxin wouldn't be single now. The school required students in foreign language and culture departments to take a second foreign language besides English, in addition to their department's foreign language. Since Japanese and Korean are closely related, Zhao Yingxin, like most of her classmates, chose Korean as her second foreign language. This Korean language class wasn't just for Japanese language students; any language student interested in Korean could enroll. However, failing the final exam required a retake fee of 60 yuan per credit, totaling 240 yuan. If it were a mixed-department class, Zhao Yingxin would have a better chance. But to her disappointment, during the first class, she scanned the classroom of boys and found none who caught her eye. Her requirements weren't high; she just wanted someone normal and clean-cut. Even with a mixed-department class, she couldn't find any relatively normal boys . Before class ended, the teacher created a WeChat group and added all the students. The students chatted enthusiastically in the group after class, but Zhao Yingxin wasn't interested at all. Her phone's constant buzzing was annoying, so she simply muted the group. Wednesday was another Korean class. Zhao Yingxin sighed, grabbed her books without putting on makeup, and went to the classroom to wait. She yawned while watching the latest American drama, waiting for the teacher to enter. Suddenly, a small insect darted around in front of her. She looked up, reaching out to swat it, but instead saw a male classmate walk into the classroom. This boy was 180cm tall, wore glasses, and while not exceptionally handsome, his features were regular, and his skin was fair—a complexion many girls envied. Despite his fair skin, he wasn't effeminate at all; the well-defined contours of his chest added to his masculinity. Zhao Yingxin later learned that these weren't pectoral muscles; his bones were naturally larger than others. Zhao Yingxin watched him walk into the classroom, sit down, and take out his book—a series of ordinary actions that seemed so extraordinary to her. How could she not have seen such a nice boy last class? Oh dear, she was so blind. Zhao Yingxin felt incredibly guilty looking at the boy. For the entire class, Zhao Yingxin was preoccupied with the boy, and she didn't hear a word the teacher said . After class, Zhao Yingxin wanted to ask the boy for his contact information, but she was afraid of seeming too forward and scaring him away. Back in her dorm, she buried herself under the covers, tossing and turning over the incident in class, feeling both shy and regretful. She should have been braver; but what if she had scared him? She was caught in a dilemma. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. "Right, isn't there a group chat for the class? I can add him in the group."

"My friend," Zhao Yingxin thought, opening WeChat and finding the person who had just joined the group chat.

She typed out the words in the chat box, deleted them, then typed them out again. After thinking for a while and feeling it wasn't right,
she deleted the words again. She spent half an hour revising this before finally sending the message:
"Hi, classmate, we're in the same Korean class. Could you accept my friend request? (Group message, please forgive me if it bothers you.)"

Afraid the boy would see through her intentions, she deliberately added
the word "group message" to this friend request, which was only sent to him. After sending the friend request, she pressed her phone to her chest, closed her eyes, bit
her lip, and tossed and turned in bed. Luckily, it was a bunk bed with a desk underneath; if it were a bunk bed, she would have been scolded long ago.
A moment later, her phone vibrated. She quickly opened WeChat, and sure enough, the boy had accepted the friend request and sent
"Hi."

Zhao Yingxin was incredibly excited. She went over what she wanted to say in her mind, and finally
left only "Hello, we can talk more about Korean in the future."

The boy replied with "Okay." Zhao Yingxin couldn't sleep that night. Thinking about the boy's profile
, she felt aroused.

Her three roommates went out all night, deliberately choosing a time when Zhao Yingxin had class so they
could easily get rid of her without many excuses. Zhao Yingxin got out of bed, took out her small key from her bag, unlocked
the small lock on the wardrobe, and took out a metal box. She took out another key to unlock the metal
box, lifted the lid, and two oval-shaped plastic and silicone items, about the size of jujubes,
were revealed. She took out the two round things, then took wet wipes and
tissues from the shelf and put them in the bedside basket before returning to bed.

She took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, first carefully wiping her genitals, which were covered in vaginal fluid, with a wet wipe,
then wiping her two round, round objects with another wet wipe. Next, she opened her phone's hidden storage,
opened an app, and fiddled with the oval-shaped device for a bit; the screen displayed "Bluetooth
connected."

She held one close to her vaginal opening, then pressed the "slight"
button on the screen with her other hand. The oval device began to vibrate, a tingling, electric-like sensation
traveling from her genitals up her spine to her brain, and then spreading throughout her body. She frowned, her eyes
slightly closed, her upper teeth unconsciously biting her lower lip, her breathing becoming rapid, and her hand holding the vibrator
moved up and down, searching for the spot that would give her the greatest pleasure. This level of vibration was clearly no longer enough for her needs, so she opened her eyes again and pressed the "medium" button

on the phone screen .
The vibrating egg's amplitude increased and the frequency increased, causing Zhao Yingxin to tremble physiologically and
let out a soft "Mmm~". Her brows were still furrowed, but her mouth gradually opened,
emitting continuous lewd moans, "Uh-ah~ Huff~ Uh~ Mmm~ Hiss~". She imagined the boy currently on top of her
, rubbing her vagina with one hand and playing with her small, B-cup breasts with the other.

Thinking this, she lifted her nightgown and used her own hands instead of "his" hands to play with and knead her
breasts. She didn't even know his name; she had only seen him a few times in class. Now,
imagining this person she had just met playing with her genitals made her feel incredibly lewd, and this thought
intensified her sexual stimulation.

She forcefully inserted one vibrating egg into her vagina and placed the other on her clitoris, letting the
little thing massage her clitoris, while simultaneously turning the vibration amplitude and frequency to "high".

For a moment, her mind went blank. The overwhelming pleasure made her temporarily forget everything. She breathed heavily
and moaned softly, her long, shapely legs rubbing against each other, and her whole body began to tremble. Her hands
gripped the sheets tightly, and her head swayed unconsciously from side to side.

Finally, her brow relaxed, and with a spasm in her lower body, a large puddle of fluid gushed out,
soaking the small blanket she had laid out beforehand. She lay paralyzed on the bed, panting, thinking that it was that boy
who had brought her to orgasm. After a moment, she regained her senses, cleaned her genitals and the vibrator with wet wipes and tissues, put
the vibrator back in its case, locked the cabinet, and then went to bed.

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