High School Romantic Affairs 1-7

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On the playground of Yu-Gu Senior Vocational School of Industry and Commerce, a class of 40 female students,
led by a short, chubby boy, were running in circles. In mid-September,
the weather in the Taipei Basin of Taiwan was unbearably humid. The PE teacher, in a bizarre way, mandated
that as a warm-up, leaving these 16-17 year old girls
drenched in sweat. The boy in front was no less impressive; that boy was me – Fu Kai.

Let me introduce myself: I'm 16 years old this year. My height, sigh! 164 cm (I won't
grow any taller after 15), barely considered short to average, actually just a short guy.
The average is 165-170 cm. My weight, sigh!~ sigh!~ 85 kg, not bad! That's
how I feel about myself; at least I won't break the desks and chairs. As for my appearance, well... let's not
even go there. My face is a bit long, my eyes are small and single-lidded, I have a double chin, and my vision is around 1.2, so I don't need
glasses. In short, I feel like I'm a little short, a little chubby, a little ugly, and my penis is
a little thinner and shorter than average (only about 10 centimeters long). Otherwise, I'm okay.
Actually, I really can't find anything good about my body.

I studied business accounting. Why did I end up studying business accounting? Well,
it's a long story. To put it simply, my father was a chef, specifically
a head chef for roadside banquets. My mother originally worked as an accountant in a small company, but because small and medium-sized enterprises often
fail or run away with funds, after changing owners a few times, she joined her husband, who is also my
father, as the head chef, running the small business together. For some reason, I was an only child, and I felt very lonely
growing up without any siblings. In those days, the profit margin in the banquet business was very thin, business
wasn't very good, and life was quite difficult. My father's eldest sister married and moved to the United States, where she had no children. She discussed with
my father the possibility of her taking care of me. When I was seven and in second grade, I transferred to San Diego, California
. Later, my aunt had two children, and I struggled to adapt to the local school environment
. At that time, our family's financial situation improved slightly, so after graduating from elementary school and obtaining American citizenship, I returned
to Taiwan to attend junior high school. In those days, the educational methods in the US and Taiwan were vastly different
—one was inquiry-based learning, the other rote memorization. Therefore, I suffered greatly in junior high,
except for English, of course.

After graduating from junior high, I had to take the joint entrance exam. Failing the public high school entrance exam was inevitable, but unexpectedly
, I also failed the private high school entrance exam. I had to take the joint entrance exam for public and private vocational schools, finally managing to get into
the business accounting department of the closest third-rate school to my home, a mere 15-minute bus ride away
. As for why I chose Business Accounting, the admission brochure listed Electronics, Auto Repair,
Plumbing , Civil Engineering, and so on. After reviewing each option, I decided on my major by elimination.
First, I didn't want to spend my life assembling refrigerators and televisions in an electronics factory, so I eliminated Electronics. Knowing
I was physically weak and incapable of being a mechanic or plumber, let alone training someone
to carry bricks, sand, and cement in Civil Engineering, I obviously wouldn't study those fields. Business Accounting
was the last, only, and naturally the only choice. In mid-August
, when I was completing the enrollment procedures, the registration staff repeatedly asked me if I was sure I wanted to study Business Accounting. They said if I wanted to transfer to another major,
they could help me. They explained that if I insisted on not transferring, I would suffer many losses and
inconveniences, etc., and mentioned that there were no other boys in the class besides me. They claimed they had previously persuaded
boys who had been admitted to Business Accounting to transfer, etc. However, I insisted and repeatedly
declared that I wanted to study Business Accounting, stating that choosing it was part of my life plan and
a stepping stone to attending a technical college in the future. He finally agreed to let me enroll in Business Accounting. After
paying the tuition and uniform fees, I reluctantly took a bus home. Actually, the reason I failed to get into
a regular high school wasn't because I was stupid, but because I was unwilling to memorize what I considered useless knowledge, and I
disliked general education subjects. I believed practical knowledge was more important. Therefore, during the joint entrance exams for general education subjects, I
deliberately answered some questions incorrectly, lowering my score and causing me to fail.

On September 1st, the first day of school, after entering the school, a senior student in charge of reception
smiled slightly after asking about my subject and class, and then led me to the classroom of Class 1A in the Business Accounting Department.
The senior student told me to find a seat anywhere and then hurriedly left. There were already more than 30 students in the class,
and not many seats were left, so I chose an empty seat in the middle by the window. I glanced around and wow!
They were all beauties! They all stared at me, then quickly looked away. I could see their
unanimous expression - disappointment. I even heard faint sighs and some shaking their heads. Their
only class heartthrob was really not good-looking. Scanning again, I found that there were two
classmates from junior high school. They were usually not paying attention in class and were not academically inclined. One of them was named Jin Rongfang
. She was very beautiful, about 170 cm tall, and her measurements matched her height. I estimated her to be
34-23-35, especially her pair of shapely and long legs. Her parents run an import/export business and are quite
wealthy. She acts like a rebellious teenager and once kicked me over a
trivial matter. She's very domineering and fierce, and I heard she's connected to a gang.

Shortly after all the classmates arrived, the crisp clicking of high heels approached,
followed by a beautiful woman walking into the classroom. Wow! A beauty contest between teachers and students? This woman walked directly to
the podium clapped her hands, and said:

"Class, quiet down. Let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Jiaqian, I'm 22 years old, and I just graduated this year from the English Department of XX University."
Graduation is here, and it's an honor to have been your English teacher and class advisor. I hope we can get along well.
Now, I'll call roll. Students whose names are called, please come to the podium and introduce yourselves. Each person has 3 minutes. Let's
begin . First up, Fu Kai. Please come

up to the podium. [He introduced himself, of course, without mentioning his experience of attending elementary school in the United States (asking for trouble)
. After that, he bowed to everyone and gave a military salute. Some people applauded, while others whispered, "Disgusting." ]
During the process, there was a break for everyone to use the restroom. It was then that I realized the problem. It turns out that in
order to facilitate management and avoid frequent contact between male and female students and the resulting trouble (a typical case of treating the symptoms but not the root cause)
, the school arranged all the female-only Business Accounting classrooms on the same floor of the same building. That is to say,
there are a total of 6 classes in the Accounting Department (Grades 12, 11, and 12), and the 6 classrooms are connected. The girls' restroom is on the right, and the boys' restroom
is at the end . My class, Class A of Grade 11, was right next to the girls' restroom, so I had to walk through five girls' classrooms to reach the other end of the
corridor to relieve myself
. In between, I had to pass two classrooms, including the Auto Repair Department. When it was crowded, it took 10 minutes to use the restroom, which coincided with break time. The worst part was the embarrassment of being pointed at and whispered about when passing the girls' classrooms.

Let me introduce our beautiful teacher. She's at least 165cm tall, no shorter than me, with long, wavy hair.
I'd estimate her measurements to be around 34-24-36, with a slightly perky butt, but not very noticeable. She wore a black pencil skirt and a slightly
open white blouse—of course, she didn't show any cleavage (it's a conservative school, so conservative clothing is more appropriate) .
The skirt was about 10cm above her knees, revealing part of her shapely, long legs. People outside would probably
whistle . Her skin was a light brownish-brown, and her face resembled that of Hong Kong actress Cherie Chung, very
sexy. The teacher's beauty was enough to outshine everyone else.

After the self-introductions, we began electing class officers. Li Demei, a classmate from junior
high, was elected class monitor. I was appointed vice-monitor by the class monitor and also elected as the service officer, responsible for
doing odd jobs, almost like a servant, and tasks assigned by the monitor. This proved to be true;
I, the class heartthrob, performed all the errands without pay. Next, we had to line up for the flag raising and lowering ceremony.
My position became a problem. I wasn't tall enough to be at the front, and if we arranged them by height, I'd be squeezed
in the middle. When the command to align left and right was given, I had to stand tall and glance at the chests of the soldiers next to me,
which felt strange. Finally, we were placed at the front of the fourth row (the last row), for reasons unknown.
After everything was settled, we collected our books, textbooks, workbooks, and schoolbags (I was, of course, the porter,
and the other girls in the class were envious when we retrieved them from the storage room). It was almost noon, so we went straight home (
no ).

As I walked out of the school gate, I saw many high school boys, both juniors and seniors,
smoking in the alleys near the bus stop. I saw at least three groups, each with at least 10 people. They had
unbuttoned two buttons on their school uniform shirts and were wearing their military training hats askew. Each group also included 3-4 girls. Although they
hadn't unbuttoned two buttons, they had folded their skirts several times at the waist, turning their knee-length pleated skirts
into mini-skirts. However, some of their legs weren't very attractive. When they saw me looking at them, they yelled:

"Newbie, if you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

I quickly and obediently walked to the bus stop, no longer daring to look around. I only calmed down after boarding the bus
. As the bus moved along, I noticed at least four classmates on board, one of whom was Jin Rongfang
. She lived near my house in a detached house with a courtyard. When I greeted them with a smile
, they nodded in acknowledgment and then looked away, seemingly unimpressed by my presence as a
classmate.

Back then, Taiwan's economy was booming, money was flowing in,
and so were security problems. The number of gangs was also skyrocketing, especially in the area where our school was located
and the surrounding towns. Gangs were rampant, and some police officers were morally ambiguous
, constantly embroiled in corruption scandals. Many violent incidents were either settled privately or simply
left unresolved . This emboldened the underworld. These gangs gradually began to recruit students into schools,
and drugs quietly grew alongside their expansion.

As far as I know, there were at least ten gangs in our school alone, plus two all-female
gangs called the Golden Phoenix Gang and the Heroine Gang. Fortunately, these gangs were evenly matched and kept each other
in check, so everyone managed to coexist peacefully. The unfortunate ones were us weak and obedient boys; the girls
were often harassed. Among them, the top three gangs in the country, such as the Bamboo Forest Gang, the Seven Seas Gang, and the Green Dragon Gang
, actively recruited members from various schools, especially vocational school students like us who didn't like studying
. These schools became their key recruitment targets. No one dared to mess with these three gangs on campus.
The remaining gangs were much simpler; most of them just liked to show off and bully
weaker students like me.

After returning home, I grabbed some leftovers from the refrigerator, hastily ate lunch, fed myself,
and then cleaned up the house. (Actually, my weight is related to eating leftovers every day. My father
always brings home leftover whole chickens, ducks, seafood, pork trotters, etc., after each banquet, claiming it's
to avoid waste. This results in three large refrigerators full of leftovers. It's no wonder I'm fat from eating these high-fat, nutritious foods every day
.) My parents are mostly away doing business in other cities, at least 10 days a month away from home.
Since the second year of junior high school, I've gradually gotten used to taking care of myself independently.

Classes finally resumed normally the next day. Although there were many inconveniences, there were also some
pleasant moments; for example, when they needed help and asked me to run errands or take leave due to pain, I was able to help them.
They would cling to my arm in a flirtatious manner, rubbing their breasts against my arm, or hug me and rub their chests against me,
or unbutton their shirts to reveal cleavage, or pull up their pleated skirts to expose their thighs, using all sorts of methods until
I agreed before letting go; and I enjoyed it immensely. In short, most of my classmates no longer treated me like an outsider,
even treating me like air or one of their own. For example, now in PE class, we have to change into our gym clothes, and
we have to jog to warm up, so we're always covered in sweat. Therefore, most of them don't wear bras, taking off and putting on their clothes right in front of me
without any hesitation. When I run, I can feel their heaving breasts, sometimes bumping into me, and some even
deliberately let their breasts peek out to cool off. Of course, I know it's intentional. I suspect that
the reason for such boldness might also be a competition of beauty, seeing whose are bigger, whose are firmer, teardrop-shaped or
bamboo shoot -shaped. These are all benefits I've earned by working hard to build relationships over the past three weeks.
For the first two weeks, they were on guard against me like I was a thief, treating me like a pervert. They would turn on me immediately if
I crossed any lines . They only saw the surface, unaware that the short, ugly, fat, and
stupid guy in front of them was actually a wise fool, a wolf in sheep's clothing, an
intelligent person with an IQ over 160. Many of his humility was feigned for survival; especially his suppressed temper, which made him believe
I had no temper at all.

After school today, I walked silently to the bus stop as usual, and headed home after getting off
. Just as I was almost home, someone kicked me in the butt. As I turned to see who kicked me,
I got slapped across the face and punched in the stomach. I'd always thought that playing dead
or cowardly was the best option in these situations, so I plopped down as if I'd been knocked to the ground. Looking at the tall
, handsome guy who hit me, I asked:

"If I've offended you, please forgive me."

"Smart, Rongfang is my girlfriend (slang for girlfriend). Watch your eyes! If you
steal a glance again, I'll slap your eyes out. Get lost, stay away from her, don't let me see you."

"Yes! Yes!" Only then did I notice two followers beside me, and Jin Rongfang was standing a little further away.
After saying that, he turned and left. I stood up and walked home, thinking, "I don't think I did steal a glance at her;
oh, I did, I glanced at her thighs for a few seconds while changing clothes." About 50 meters from my home, I saw a
ragged a Sichuan accent. Out of compassion and a sense of shared hardship, I
approached him politely and asked,

"Sir, I don't have much money to give you, but I can feed you.
My house is just ahead. Let me help you walk, and we can have dinner together, okay?"

"Thank you, young man, you're so kind. I can walk by myself."

We walked together to his house, and after settling him in, I asked him what he wanted to eat. He replied that anything was
fine, but he preferred chili peppers. I had heated up a whole duck (leftovers, of course), grabbed some
chili peppers and other food, and since I was trying to lose weight, I just ate some rice noodles and soup. He ate
with great relish , finishing everything, and even asked for a lot more chili peppers.

After we finished eating, I had just tidied the table when he suddenly asked me:

"Why didn't you fight back when you encountered those thugs? If you don't fight back, they'll take advantage of you later.
'A good horse is ridden, a kind person is bullied,' you know that, right?"

"Sigh! Of course I know! But I was alone and not strong. They were a gang,
so I had no choice but to endure it."

"You're smart, kid. I repay even the smallest kindness tenfold. Do you believe in
the internal strength and lightness skills of Chinese martial arts?"

"No, because it's illogical. Logically speaking, everyone's physical strength and activity level have limits.
After middle age, the older you get, the worse your physical strength and stamina become—that's a fact. But you say that
skill increases with age, like striking a cow from a distance, or a seventy- or eighty-year-old's palm penetrating
a wall —it's unbelievable." I only believe the facts; that is, if a seventy- or eighty-year-old
falls, they will break several bones, and in severe cases, it can be fatal without exception. It's possible,
as you say, that martial arts masters at seventy or eighty are
several times , and that they can master things like the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt, becoming invulnerable to swords and spears, even able to
fly barehanded or use their lightness skill to fly faster than a horse...etc. I think these
are just things imagined by martial arts novelists and then spread through misinformation...absolutely not true.

[Kid, I can't argue with you. Let's find a quiet place outside and I'll show you what real
martial arts are. Follow me.]

I followed him out of the house and took a few steps when suddenly my vision blurred... The old beggar seemed
to be walking incredibly fast, covering a distance of at least 100 meters in just a few seconds. I called out to him to slow down, and he
waited for me to catch up. Then, he turned around, grabbed my hand, and started
running towards the river behind my house—or
rather ahead, faster than when I used to run 100 meters. After about a minute
, we reached an open, deserted area. He stopped and released my hand, but I couldn't stop the momentum
. I continued running for about 10 meters before stopping. Why was that? I couldn't figure it out, so I walked back to
him stopped. I noticed neither of us was out of breath. Normally, I
'd be panting heavily after just one lap around the track (200 meters), let alone at a speed that was definitely comparable to a 100-meter sprint. The old beggar glanced at me and said,

"Just pick up a fist-sized stone and give it to me."

I immediately picked up a stone weighing about half a pound from where I was standing and handed it to the old beggar:

"Look carefully, this is the stone you gave me. Look closely, am I doing magic?"

In the blink of an eye, he squeezed the stone slightly with his palm, and it shattered into
several pieces with a crack, but not a single small stone fell out. He then said:

"Look carefully at the big tree 15 meters ahead."

With a flick of his wrist, he flung the five small stones he had just crushed into the branches of the tree. Immediately
, a flock of sparrows took flight, but five of them fell to the ground, covered in blood and flesh. I stood there, stunned
, staring at him, unable to utter a single word.

【Do you want to go over and see if I'm doing magic?】

【Yes! Yes! No! No!】

【Is it good or no?】

【No, I believe you are a martial arts master with internal strength】

【Then do you want to learn? In just about 10 days, I can teach you my martial arts. After you
learn integrate them, you will have no problem defending yourself. Like the thugs who just hit you, you
can handle 10 of them without getting hurt. As for internal martial arts, it depends on your physique and opportunities.

I nodded frantically, my mouth agape, saying "Yes! Yes! Want! Want!" repeatedly.

"I'll take you as my disciple, but you must abide by the sect's rules and not use our martial arts
for evil purposes ..."

He explained the rules in detail, as well as the techniques he would teach: the Xuan Yuan Heart Sutra, the Yuan Yang Great Method, the Yu Nu Heart
Sutra, and some external martial arts like the Xuan Yuan Sword Technique, and the Beggar Clan's lost Dog-Beating Ruyi Staff Technique. This would
allow me to use any hard stick to perform the Ruyi Staff Technique when surrounded by ten or more people without a weapon, or a soft bamboo or plastic stick to perform sword
techniques ... Finally, he led me to kneel and bow to the north
to formally enter the sect. It turned out my master was a descendant of the Demon God Sect. The Demon God Sect was nearly wiped out by the so-called righteous sects at the end of the Ming Dynasty,
losing all its elites. However, the sect leader's wife escaped, allowing the Demon God Sect's martial arts to be passed down and not lost...

After explaining, he immediately taught me some simple boxing, grappling, and self-defense techniques, along with
meditation and internal energy cultivation techniques. He then told me he needed to transfer some internal energy so I could perform some basic exercises. He
walked behind me, placed his palms on the middle of my back, and after a while, I felt a surge of heat enter
my dantian . Instantly, my internal energy surged like a raging torrent. After about fifteen minutes, the internal energy calmed down.
He walked up to me and said,

"That's all for now. Go back and meditate and cultivate your internal energy for at least two weeks before resting.
Your constitution is very good, so you can achieve twice the results with half the effort. We'll meet here again tomorrow night at 10 pm. Remember
not to get into conflicts with anyone these next few days. If absolutely necessary, you can only use external martial arts, not internal energy..."

He disappeared without a trace within seconds of saying this. My fate has changed! I never imagined that
a leftover duck and a few chili peppers could turn my bleak life into something colorful and vibrant! Ha! Ha! Ha
! If nothing unexpected happens, over the next four months starting tomorrow, I'll grow at least 10 centimeters taller, reaching
around 175cm (they're going to do a bone marrow cleansing tomorrow). My face shape will also change slightly due to weight loss.
The only problem is the Yuan Yang Technique. I'll reach the second level within three months. To break through to the third level,
which is the top level, I need to combine with a virgin with a Yin constitution and absorb her Yin essence.
But don't worry, even stopping at the second level is already impressive. Its endurance allows a woman
to orgasm twice! Alas! However, completing the first level will take at least 49 days, during which I cannot
have intercourse with women, otherwise... alas! I'll be falsely accused of impotence, and my penis will shrink.

Ha!~ Ha!~ Ha!~ I burst into laughter as soon as I entered the house!~ Ha!~ Ha!~ Ha!~

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