The entanglements of several girls during junior high school, by author likelover

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The Entanglement of Several Girls in Junior High School Author: likelover Word Count: 4781 A new work by a new author, please support me! I'm also unfamiliar with the format, so please give me some guidance and help. I've always considered myself unlucky, while my friends generally say they're quite lucky. Seeing this opportunity to share my story here, I couldn't resist writing down my experiences from back then, reminiscing about my bygone youthful days. My writing style has a certain literary flair and is somewhat melodramatic; if you prefer something more direct, please ignore this article or watch some movies to cool off. I will not accept criticism of my writing being long-winded or verbose. The main text begins: My junior high school years were probably an unforgettable period in my life, mainly because of my bad luck. My exam scores were far below the level of the schools I was assigned to, but there was nothing I could do about it. My family didn't have time to manage me, so they let me do as I pleased. My junior high school was temporarily called No. 38 Middle School. There was once a rhyme describing it: "No. 33 is full of hooligans, No. 35 is full of thieves, and No. 38 is full of prostitutes." Behind the outer wall of the boys' restroom was basically a place for prostitution. Teenagers going through puberty and so-called social idlers frequented this place. I estimate that most people in the city with some experience in the underworld know about this place, so it's a melting pot of all sorts of people. Let me briefly describe myself: I'm not tall, average-looking, fat, and have a rather unpleasant, pretentious way of speaking. Someone like me shouldn't be associated with this kind of place, so I always tried to be a good student, earning praise from teachers and classmates. I have a bad habit: a strong interest in money transactions. As a result, I actually ended up working in this field when I grew up. But I won't go into that. Back in junior high, VCDs were all the rage across my country. I found some channels and, as a student, started reselling CDs. You know what kind of content they contained. I never imagined that the market at a school could be so huge. Back then, my understanding of money was quite simple. My daily gross profit was around a hundred yuan, and after maintaining relationships through food and drinks, the net profit was around seventy or eighty yuan. The boiled skewers outside the school gate were only one cent each. I was quite happy. But as my small business grew, trouble arose—my first woman. Unfortunately, I honestly can't remember her name now, which is very embarrassing. Let's call her Yan. This girl has bright eyes and white teeth, and her beautiful eyes are captivating. She's the girlfriend of the so-called "boss" of our school. One summer evening in my second year of junior high, she asked me if I had any more videos after school. I, with the demeanor of a businessman, politely replied, "Ten yuan a piece, honest and fair, genuine, money back guarantee if fake." This girl named Yan pulled out a hundred-yuan note, a green one, the fourth edition of RMB. I didn't have any change on me, or maybe I didn't have enough, or maybe her eyes were too bright that day, or maybe the sunlight was too dazzling. For a professional trafficker, this is simply a disgrace. Helplessly, I said, "Then I'll give you another hundred." The girl named Yan smiled so brightly that the whole summer heat seemed to disappear. I couldn't stand this, and I felt it was a great deal. One hundred yuan for this level of smile, I made a killing. Don't think I've never seen a woman before or that I'm pretending to be rich. I've done this kind of thing many times. For example, I've taken a taxi from one city to another for five hundred yuan, or paid a prostitute to peel sunflower seeds for me for a thousand yuan. It's normal. So, for a period of time afterward, I had a close relationship with this woman. Secrets can't stay hidden forever, and one evening in a rented room, I lost my virginity. Several days later, in a ridiculous turn of events, I was caught in bed with her by the so-called school bully. I fought him with half a plastic plate, both of us bleeding profusely, but I was then beaten half to death by his six henchmen, suffering unbearable pain. Years later, I unexpectedly ran into the same bully at a class reunion. While chatting and joking with a female classmate I no longer recognized, I prepared to leave, feeling uneasy, since I wasn't the one who had been wronged. The bully, however, kindly insisted on having a drink with me as an apology. My smile was bitter, and I felt a pang of sadness. To be honest, I didn't feel anything for that woman named Yan. She was pretty, but completely clueless; otherwise, she wouldn't have been seduced by a thug. She was utterly inept in bed, and noticeably thin. Back then, I didn't know what anal sex was, let alone any kind of "butt-in." I only remember her big, innocent eyes blinking—she was my senior from high school. Spring turned to autumn, and one day, a crackdown struck the city. DVD dealers suffered heavy losses, with most killed or injured. I always had backups online, and during those days, my sales surged. Because of my excellent secrecy, I became one of the few transit points in half the city. But fame brings trouble, and those who make money work quietly. Realizing the security risks, I didn't hesitate to abandon this fairly profitable little business. Afterward, hearing that a kid had monopolized half the city's DVD market was just a legend; I simply laughed it off. On a side note, I must say that decisiveness is a good habit of mine. A few days ago, 783 dropped 8%, and I didn't hesitate to sell heavily, which drew criticism from many petty people. Even the owners of my portfolio didn't quite understand. But risk and profit are proportional, so let's see who laughs when the market opens on Monday. My days of flirting with my senior were short-lived. Due to interference from her original wife, the settlement of this business deal, and the clearing out of some social relationships, I had to be cautious and discreet. I must admit that there are cunning people around. My senior often hangs out with women who have clearly already had sexual relations, so I inevitably became familiar with them. Plus, I had a steady income, and regardless of their motives, they developed a certain degree of admiration for me. Slowly infiltrating and carefully turning them against me is my specialty. If we met for the first time, many of them would probably think I'm just a stranger. After being effectively swayed by the sweet temptations of street food, I became interested in a woman surnamed Hu. She was quite short, only about 1.45 meters, petite and delicate, but also like a public toilet. My interest wasn't due to her promiscuous personality, but rather because she spoke fluent Northern Mandarin. Our conversation flowed smoothly, almost like a stand-up comedy routine. At the time, Feng Xiaogang's New Year films were very popular. Speaking of which, I still hold Huayi Brothers in high regard and have spoken highly of them publicly, believing they could be China's 20th Century Fox. Regarding the comings and goings of actors, once you see through the comparison, the media is nothing but a prostitute, and controlling public opinion is just another issue. I won't elaborate further; you can keep an eye on Huayi Brothers. Xiao Hu has a big mouth and narrow, upturned eyes, like immature phoenix eyes. She's incredibly charming and always spews profanities. Her words are sharp and unpredictable, and she's a master of deception. Rumors are unreliable; this is my firsthand account. I once heard a thug near a skewer stall jokingly say that his brother had slept with Xiao Hu last night, and that her vagina was so dark it reflected light. Xiao Hu, unfazed, calmly replied, "Not only is it dark, but it's also incredibly big. Your penis will look just like this when you put it in." As she spoke, she stirred the soup pot with a bamboo skewer. The thug's face turned pale, and he fled amidst the lewd laughter of a group of shameless women. I, almost without thinking, chimed in, "I want to try it too." Then I stirred and stabbed the pot with a bamboo skewer. The group of female hooligans laughed, and a few of the more perceptive ones pushed Xiao Hu towards me. That night, I took Xiao Hu to the brothel of one of the thugs next door and we had sex. Miss Hu is exceptionally courageous, a true dragon among men. Though a phoenix in the world, she is not entirely free to choose her own path. Her parents are divorced, and she has no one to care for her. Personally, we share some common ground; my parents, though minor officials, are constantly busy, traveling between different places. We are both fellow sufferers. I am by nature averse to prying into others' private affairs, focusing only on the present and the future. After a few words, we met shirtless, and it was truly an eye-opener. Whether it was natural pubic hair or a habit of shaving, her skin was incredibly dark—not just shiny, but bluish-black. Interestingly, her nipples were also dark. This left me, a novice driver, feeling as bewildered and angry as a novice starting on a 45-degree incline. Miss Hu, however, was gentle and skillful, her scarlet nails like knives, treating me like a bull to be butchered. She quickly and decisively defeated me, leaving me utterly defeated. She stood there, knife in hand, looking around. I, wrapped in a sheet, was filled with shame and indignation, already knowing who had taken whom tonight. A few days later, upon seeing Miss Hu again, I felt a renewed itch and couldn't resist trying again. Although I was once again easily defeated, Miss Hu had come up with new tricks, and most importantly, she treated me with unwavering tenderness, making me linger and fall in love. Afterwards, she lay down beside me and asked some strange questions. I could answer some, but not others, and even now, I can't answer most of the questions I can recall. Some people are born with knowledge, and Miss Hu undoubtedly belongs to that category. Question one: Is there absolute attraction between people? At the time, I thought not, but now, thinking back, if we were a man and a woman on a deserted island, would this assumption hold true? Miss Hu is truly amazing.To get to the point, Xiao Hu was slender, with a waist so small it could be encircled with one hand, but incredibly flexible. She would come up with unique movements and positions, and she genuinely enjoyed it. This back-and-forth continued for a short time until summer vacation arrived. Then I encountered my nemesis, truly my nemesis, etched into my memory. During the summer vacation, my mother was invited to Inner Mongolia for a research trip, taking me along, feeling utterly bored. The vast grasslands and the sight of cattle and sheep made me forget everything. The endless green grass was like a carpet, the blue sky like a canopy, and the occasional wisps of the wild animal scent carried on the wind, like needles pricking my nostrils, invigorating and unforgettable. Suddenly, a chestnut horse galloped across the horizon, carrying a wild and agile girl. Wearing shorts, a shirt, and a baseball cap, she abruptly charged into the flock of sheep, scattering them in all directions. Her frantic behavior drew loud shouts from the surrounding shepherds, but the girl, instead of getting angry, laughed. Her voice was low and husky, quite charming. My curiosity was piqued, but ultimately, the distance was too great and my eyesight too poor, so I leisurely returned to my lodging. A few days later, fate intervened, and we met again. I approached her to strike up a conversation. It turned out to be a case of a teenage boy flirting with a girl—quite remarkable. The girl's surname was Ji, a very ancient Chinese surname. She was traveling on the grasslands with her father, a famous photographer. Even more surprisingly, she lived in the same city as me. I was overjoyed, exclaiming that though the world is vast, I am not alone. From that day on, while our parents were busy, we often met, chatting about music, writing, and photography. I remember that summer was the first summer after Zhang Yusheng's passing. His powerful voice, which I had been so enamored with, had drained my positive energy, leaving me feeling empty and slightly sad. But this girl, like a confidante, accompanied me, making the brief ten-odd days fly by. My world seemed to consist only of her; everything else—the dazzling passage of time, the alternation of day and night, the changing seasons—became irrelevant. Only my heart and hers remained. It was terrifying, so terrifying. One morning, I woke up and realized in a flash that I had been fatally struck by love. First love is always bittersweet, like the apricot flavor. Those who have never loved can't imagine that it's better to have nothing than something to enjoy. To this day, I have absolutely no interest in Durex's apricot-flavored recyclable rubber product. It always brings back unpleasant memories. In truth, love itself has no right or wrong. Once the hormones that attract each other diminish, it's simply a matter of who gives more and who's more likely to become angry and resentful. All animals are like this. Once you understand this, you gain clarity and let go, or rather, you have no choice but to let go. Summer vacation ended, and back at school, the weather gradually turned cold, losing its summer's swaying grace, which chilled people's hearts as well. After not seeing her for several months, Xiao Hu had suddenly grown a head of hair, but her skin was still dark, and her smile was radiant. Let's just say she was carefree; she looked even thinner. Standing near the stalls by the school gate with her group of girls, whose reliability was questionable, she seemed to have grown up quite a bit, possessing a certain womanly reserve. I don't know why, but the anxieties, joys, and sorrows of the summer vacation, after seeing her, brought me a lot of peace, like a cup of lukewarm tea in the height of summer, or a pool of hot spring in the depths of winter. Not having her wouldn't affect our lives, but having her at least made things a little better. However, after approaching her with a playful smile, I noticed she started to avoid me. I thought she wasn't in the right state of mind, but after a few days of discreet inquiries, I learned that Xiao Hu had been having an affair during the summer vacation and had even had an abortion. Her bizarre guardian, who seemed to be living on Mars, even knew about this mess. Naturally, Xiao Hu's return to school was like a vicious criminal spending all his money to get his death sentence commuted to life imprisonment and then to twenty years in jail—the verdict had barely been handed down when the government was overthrown. The ecstasy of regaining freedom, the memories of suffering, and the uncertainty of the future intertwined into a complex mix of emotions beyond words. During this period, her defenses were wide open; whatever you molded her into, she would become for a time. Every day after school, in the fading light, Xiao Hu and I would chat and talk. It was lively and comforting. I asked Xiao Hu, "Why are you women so good at figuring out people, while men only like to figure out things?" Xiao Hu's answer was classic: "It's because we watched so much TV as children—romance dramas, while men watch crime dramas and action movies. So women study people, men study things." I still apply this principle. All the scheming and intrigue? Just watch TV, and your wife and mother-in-law will understand. Xiao Hu is a genius. We maintain a tacit understanding; I don't ask about her private life, and she doesn't pry into my affairs. We simply chat and sleep together—simple and happy friends. Under Xiao Hu's tutelage, even with her half-hearted flattery, I've finally experienced a couple of moments of unwavering courage. However, showing off my Goldbach Conjecture in front of Chen Jingrun would be extremely unwise. When Xiao Hu is serious, she's like Ximen Chuixue in bed, a lonely master in the arms of a woman. The final year of junior high was always monotonous and exhausting, a constant cycle of mock exams, tests, and analyses. The immense pressure and allure of high school entrance exams coexisted, with the possibility of exceptional performance and the possibility of poor performance existing equally. The school exams provided a relatively fair competitive environment—a realization I only truly understood after entering the workforce. Every industry dealing with money is bloody and dirty, merely cloaked in the gentle guise of precise calculation. That year, unsurprisingly, I was admitted to a high school renowned for both its teaching quality and tuition fees, still close to home. This world is cruel; only the victors can speak of their sacrifices and comment on the rightness or wrongness of their actions, while the erroneous never have that right. Xiao Hu lost that right, going to a more distant vocational high school to study nursing—perhaps a good thing. I gained it, so my criticism of the exam was utter nonsense. Thus, this summer became simple and clear; I had a profound awakening, understanding the meaning and value of things. Youth may be gone, but I'll read books and eat and drink. Just like now. This is a tribute to my youth. What am I writing? Those who know me say I'm worried, those who don't ask me what troubles me, haha.I don't know why, but the anxieties, joys, and sorrows of summer vacation, after seeing her, brought me a lot of peace, like a cup of lukewarm tea in the sweltering summer, or a pool of hot spring in the dead of winter. Not having her wouldn't affect my life, but having her at least made things a little better. However, after approaching her with a playful smile, I noticed she started to avoid me. I thought she wasn't in a good state of mind. After a few days of discreet inquiries, I learned that Xiao Hu had been having an affair during the summer and had even had an abortion. Her strange guardian, who seemed to be living on Mars, even knew about this mess. Naturally, Xiao Hu's return to school was like a heinous criminal spending all his money to get his death sentence commuted to life imprisonment and then twenty years in jail—the verdict had barely been handed down when the government was overthrown. The ecstasy of regaining freedom, the memories of suffering, and the uncertainty of the future intertwined into an indescribable mix of emotions. During this period, her defenses are wide open; whatever you mold her into, she will become for a period of time. Every day after school, in the fading light of dusk, Xiao Hu and I would chat and talk. It was lively and comfortable. I asked Xiao Hu, "Why are you women so good at figuring out people, while men only like to figure out things?" Xiao Hu's answer was classic: "It's because we watched so much TV as children—romance dramas, while men watch crime dramas and action movies. So women study people, men study things." I still apply this principle. All the scheming and intrigue? Just watch TV, and your wife and mother-in-law will understand. Xiao Hu is a genius. We maintain a tacit understanding; I don't ask about her private life, and she doesn't pry into my affairs. Simple chats and simple sex make us simple and happy friends. Under Xiao Hu's tutelage, even with her half-hearted flattery, I've finally experienced a couple of moments of unwavering courage. However, showing off my Goldbach Conjecture in front of Chen Jingrun would be extremely unwise. When Xiao Hu is serious, she's like Ximen Chuixue in bed, a lonely master in the arms of a woman. The final year of junior high was always monotonous and exhausting, a constant cycle of mock exams, tests, and analyses. The immense pressure and allure of high school entrance exams coexisted, with the possibility of exceptional performance and the possibility of poor performance existing equally. The school exams provided a relatively fair competitive environment—a realization I only truly understood after entering the workforce. Every industry dealing with money is bloody and dirty, merely cloaked in the gentle guise of precise calculation. That year, unsurprisingly, I was admitted to a high school renowned for both its teaching quality and tuition fees, still close to home. This world is cruel; only the victors can speak of their sacrifices and comment on the rightness or wrongness of their actions, while the erroneous never have that right. Xiao Hu lost that right, going to a more distant vocational high school to study nursing—perhaps a good thing. I gained it, so my criticism of the exam was utter nonsense. Thus, this summer became simple and clear; I had a profound awakening, understanding the meaning and value of things. Youth may be gone, but I'll read books and eat and drink. Just like now. This is a tribute to my youth. What am I writing? Those who know me say I'm worried, those who don't ask me what troubles me, haha.I don't know why, but the anxieties, joys, and sorrows of summer vacation, after seeing her, brought me a lot of peace, like a cup of lukewarm tea in the sweltering summer, or a pool of hot spring in the dead of winter. Not having her wouldn't affect my life, but having her at least made things a little better. However, after approaching her with a playful smile, I noticed she started to avoid me. I thought she wasn't in a good state of mind. After a few days of discreet inquiries, I learned that Xiao Hu had been having an affair during the summer and had even had an abortion. Her strange guardian, who seemed to be living on Mars, even knew about this mess. Naturally, Xiao Hu's return to school was like a heinous criminal spending all his money to get his death sentence commuted to life imprisonment and then twenty years in jail—the verdict had barely been handed down when the government was overthrown. The ecstasy of regaining freedom, the memories of suffering, and the uncertainty of the future intertwined into an indescribable mix of emotions. During this period, her defenses are wide open; whatever you mold her into, she will become for a period of time. Every day after school, in the fading light of dusk, Xiao Hu and I would chat and talk. It was lively and comfortable. I asked Xiao Hu, "Why are you women so good at figuring out people, while men only like to figure out things?" Xiao Hu's answer was classic: "It's because we watched so much TV as children—romance dramas, while men watch crime dramas and action movies. So women study people, men study things." I still apply this principle. All the scheming and intrigue? Just watch TV, and your wife and mother-in-law will understand. Xiao Hu is a genius. We maintain a tacit understanding; I don't ask about her private life, and she doesn't pry into my affairs. Simple chats and simple sex make us simple and happy friends. Under Xiao Hu's tutelage, even with her half-hearted flattery, I've finally experienced a couple of moments of unwavering courage. However, showing off my Goldbach Conjecture in front of Chen Jingrun would be extremely unwise. When Xiao Hu is serious, she's like Ximen Chuixue in bed, a lonely master in the arms of a woman. The final year of junior high was always monotonous and exhausting, a constant cycle of mock exams, tests, and analyses. The immense pressure and allure of high school entrance exams coexisted, with the possibility of exceptional performance and the possibility of poor performance existing equally. The school exams provided a relatively fair competitive environment—a realization I only truly understood after entering the workforce. Every industry dealing with money is bloody and dirty, merely cloaked in the gentle guise of precise calculation. That year, unsurprisingly, I was admitted to a high school renowned for both its teaching quality and tuition fees, still close to home. This world is cruel; only the victors can speak of their sacrifices and comment on the rightness or wrongness of their actions, while the erroneous never have that right. Xiao Hu lost that right, going to a more distant vocational high school to study nursing—perhaps a good thing. I gained it, so my criticism of the exam was utter nonsense. Thus, this summer became simple and clear; I had a profound awakening, understanding the meaning and value of things. Youth may be gone, but I'll read books and eat and drink. Just like now. This is a tribute to my youth. What am I writing? Those who know me say I'm worried, those who don't ask me what troubles me, haha.

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