[Urban] A Born Romantic and Lucky Man (Complete) - 7

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Chapter 35 Class Monitor Election (Part 1)

It seems my essay did have some influence. This time, when the school distributed subsidies, they didn't announce the students' names, but instead announced the distribution standards and amounts, and directly deposited the money into our magnetic cards. Bai Jie's husband is the Dean of Students, right? Mediterranean must have seen this essay.

I've got another nickname, "Martin Luther King Jr." I don't know which teacher gave it to me. I like this nickname; it means I'm considered a democrat in the school.

Now I'm quite famous in school. I argued with the Dean of Students at the beginning of the semester; I'm accompanied by two beautiful girls every day, swaggering around the school; later, I bumped into the school's most beautiful girl, who is also the Dean of Students' daughter; and finally, I wrote an essay that embarrassed Bai Jie. Now, when I walk on the street, students point and whisper about me, and some even greet me, many of whom are from other classes that I don't recognize. My words probably reflect the feelings of many people. After all, most families in this world are ordinary, and I believe they share the same feelings, but they just keep them to themselves. Now, when they greet me, it also implies their support. Of course, this has offended several children of officials in our class, especially Zhang Sanfeng, whose father is the vice mayor and often appears on television offering condolences. Ding Ling's parents are both deputy bureau-level officials and have also offered condolences, but she is completely unaffected and still comes to play with me every day. This greatly disappointed Tian Boguang, who thought he had an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

I don't want to be so famous; I think it's better to keep a low profile. "People are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of growing fat," and "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down"—there are many lessons from our ancestors on this. In school, going against the teachers is definitely unwise, especially since I'll be here for three years. I also don't want to cause trouble for Liu Ruolan; she helped me get in, and if something happens to me, she'll be implicated to some extent.

The academic pressure in high school is much heavier than in junior high, especially since this is a key high school where everyone is a top student, and there's a lot of competition among classmates. This isn't just reflected in academics, but also in the competition for class officers.

The class will soon be officially electing a class monitor and other class officers. We are all freshmen in the first year of high school, and the school doesn't know the specific circumstances of the students. Therefore, they only pre-assigned a vice-monitor to each class at the beginning of the semester. Now that more than a week has passed since the start of the semester, the students have become more familiar with each other, so we are preparing to let each class elect its own class monitor. To demonstrate democracy, each candidate for class monitor will give a campaign speech, and a democratic vote will be held.

The class has now spontaneously divided into several small cliques. A group of children of officials, led by Zhang Sanfeng, is in one group because their parents are either high-ranking officials in the city or district, or CEOs of state-owned enterprises, all of whom have some connection with the government. Since there are eight of them, they are called the "Eight-State Group," which is the upper echelon of the class. The "Second World," represented by Lin Shiyi, consists of parents who are owners of large private companies. Although they are richer than the parents of the previous group, they earned their wealth themselves, unlike the former who spend the government's money. They are the middle class in the class. These two groups, collectively known as the "Northern Club," were both wealthy and powerful, but there were rifts between them. Zhang Sanfeng and his group looked down on the latter, considering them nouveau riche who had amassed their fortunes by exploiting legal loopholes; while the latter called the former parasites of the state, constantly imposing arbitrary inspections and fees on companies, and worried they might be summoned by the procuratorate at any moment.

What remained was the "Southern Club," comprised of children from ordinary families, the proletariat of the class. At first, I thought everyone in the class came from wealthy backgrounds, but now I know that many classmates actually came from ordinary working-class families. These exorbitant "sponsorship fees" weren't the "voluntary sponsorship" the school claimed, but rather the parents' way of ensuring their children wouldn't be denied admission to top-tier middle schools due to financial constraints. The difference between top-tier and non-top-tier middle schools is significant; the teaching staff and quality of education far surpass those of ordinary middle schools. Every year, a large portion of the students admitted to top universities come from these top-tier middle schools. Parents' hearts are always full of love and concern; these sponsorship fees were equivalent to several years of their salaries, and some even borrowed money from relatives and friends. The second-in-command's mother lost her job, and this time the sponsorship fee was paid entirely by his uncle. The second-in-command was a good student, but he underperformed because he fell ill a few days before the high school entrance exam. Because of his previous good grades, the school temporarily appointed him as our vice class monitor. He was naturally the representative of the "Southern Club." And because of that essay, I also became the spokesperson for the "Southern Club."

The three-way division started with Zhang Sanfeng. Every day, he would boast in class about which provincial and municipal leaders he had met, what inside information he had heard, what personnel changes had recently occurred, and what documents the city was about to issue. Everyone got a little annoyed, and sometimes they would argue with him. Eventually, it evolved into each of them speaking on behalf of their respective social classes, resulting in the formation of three major groups in the class.

Now, the selection of the class monitor is actually a competition among the three major groups in the class. Zhang Sanfeng, Lin Shiyi, and the second-in-command are all actively preparing for the election.

I have no interest in this. From childhood to adulthood, I have never held any official position, not even a group leader who just collects homework. These so-called class officers, to put it bluntly, are mostly the teachers' yes-men and mouthpieces, only good at flattering them. And some teachers are quite snobbish; if a student's parent is a government official or owns a company, their child will be given some kind of official position. I heard that Zhang Sanfeng has been pre-selected by the school as the designated class monitor candidate—who can blame him when his father is the vice mayor? If his son doesn't even get elected class monitor, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the mayor? But what I don't understand is, if it were a genuine appointment of class monitor, Zhang Sanfeng would definitely be elected. But now that the school wants to be democratic, can they really expect all the students to obediently vote for him? Zhang Sanfeng's arrogance is notorious in the class; even those on his side dislike him, let alone us from the "third world." I think if there were a real vote, Zhang Sanfeng's votes would be pitifully low. Lin Shiyi and the second-in-command each have their own camp's votes. If the vote were cast as a group, Zhang Sanfeng, including himself, would only get 8 votes, while Lin Shiyi would get 28, and the second-in-command would get 20. There's no way Zhang Sanfeng would become class monitor. The north-south divide in our class is still quite obvious; neither side will easily side with the other.

That noon, I practiced calligraphy as usual. Working in Shanghai for over two months has helped me develop many good habits. I even start memorizing English words in the mornings now, and if it weren't for the damned military training still ongoing, I'd be jogging in the mornings. During my lunch break, I practiced calligraphy, and in just two months, I've already developed quite a decent hand. I've noticed many changes in myself over these two months. I've grown quite a bit taller. Two months ago, when I graduated from junior high, I was only a little over 160cm, which made me feel quite inferior. Now I'm almost 170cm; I wonder how tall I'll grow. I don't need to be too tall; I'd be perfectly content if I could reach 180cm. Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling were also very happy. Before, when they went out with me, they never dared to wear high heels, afraid people would laugh at me for being short and make me unhappy. Now, seeing how I am, they're sure I'll grow up to be successful. In addition, I've noticed a significant improvement in my learning ability. Math, physics, and chemistry, which used to be my biggest headaches, are now easier to understand, and my memory has greatly improved; I can memorize vocabulary very quickly. I don't know if this is related to the mysterious phenomena I've experienced.

Lin Shiyi helped me grind the ink; she provided all the ink, paper, and inkstone herself. Her maternal grandfather is a well-known calligrapher in our area. He had previously spent some time in the hospital recovering from rheumatism and greatly appreciated my older sister's meticulous care. After learning about my sister's background, he adopted her as his goddaughter, which is why Lin Shiyi and I have always had a good relationship. Her grandfather was very happy to learn that I wanted to practice calligraphy. These days, few young people have the patience to practice calligraphy; they're all impatient and only thinking about making a fortune. It's rare for me to be able to calm down and practice, which pleased him greatly. So he gave me the Four Treasures of the Study (brush, ink, paper, and inkstone) and told me to study hard.

Originally, I thought regular ink would be fine, since I wouldn't have to grind it myself—convenient. But her grandfather said that grinding ink itself can relax the mind and have a calming effect. Of course, I didn't have the patience for that, so Lin Shiyi did it for me. However, every time she finished grinding the ink for me, I had to massage her hands. Thinking about it, it's actually more cost-effective for me to grind the ink myself. This fine Xuan paper is just for me to use for calligraphy practice; I feel it's such a waste. But it's not my money; Lin Shiyi's family earns tens of millions every year, so what's a little money to them?

I'm considered an oddball in my class. While others rest at lunchtime reading extracurricular books, I practice calligraphy. While others use their phones to make calls or send texts, I only use them to check stock quotes. I even bought a phone specifically for this purpose. Besides my sister and a few friends like Liu Ruolan, I've only given my number to two classmates: Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling. I told them to only call me when necessary and not to bother me otherwise, so as not to interfere with my studies or stock trading. Since the June 24th market crash that made me a fortune, I've remained inactive for over two months, but now I'm itching to get back into the market. I'm currently monitoring a few stocks, planning to study them thoroughly during the National Day holiday before investing. This time, I'm using my own money, so I need to proceed cautiously. I'm hoping to earn some money to help with renovations for my new house. My sister has been incredibly busy these past few days. She's been selling off our old secondhand apartments, looking around for a suitable new home for us, and doing asset appraisals for Xu Ke and Li Ruyun. She passed her CPA exam, and although she's not a practicing accountant, she's more than capable of checking Xu Ke's company accounts. Xu Ke's aunt has been secretly manipulating things, some behind her father's back, embezzling over a million yuan from the company. Xu Ke's father-in-law isn't exactly a saint either; he's also secretly transferred a significant amount of assets, all of which my sister uncovered. As a result, on the condition that my sister agrees not to pursue the matter further or report it to the tax bureau, Xu Ke transferred her shares for 5 million yuan, nearly 2 million yuan more than she had estimated. This truly made Xu Ke realize how fickle money can be. Li Ruyun's situation was similar; she ultimately received 2 million yuan. The money, of course, won't be paid in one lump sum, but in installments, and won't arrive in full until after the holiday. There's also a whole host of business and tax procedures to complete.

I was practicing my calligraphy when I saw Mediterranean stroll into the classroom casually, looking around.

I pretended not to see him. Ever since the "sick leave incident," the "hit-and-run incident," and the "essay incident," Bai Jie and Mediterranean hadn't given me a friendly look. Of course, I didn't care. I didn't want to be the student council president; I just wanted to focus on my studies. Why should I pay attention to them? Would pleasing them add points to my college entrance exam score? As long as I didn't make any major mistakes, what could the dean of students do to me?

Mediterranean strolled over to my desk, and Lin Shiyi couldn't hold back any longer: "Hello, Teacher Tian."

I had no choice but to greet her as well.

Mediterranean said, "Practicing calligraphy? That's rare. These days, students' handwriting is practically illegible. Every time we grade papers, we spend more time recognizing the characters than checking for correctness. Your interest is good; you should work hard."

Looking at my handwriting, he said, "The handwriting isn't bad, but the content isn't so great."

I wrote classic sayings like, "Man dies for wealth, birds die for food," "Survival of the fittest," "Deceit and intrigue, the strong prey on the weak," "There are beauties in books, there are houses of gold in books," "People fear becoming famous, pigs fear growing fat," "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down," and "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled." These are all life-saving strategies for navigating society later on, so of course I have to remember them. However, Mediterranean is the head of student affairs, and he teaches us every day that the future is bright and the road ahead is clear. Seeing these, he naturally finds them somewhat unappealing.

I said, "Though the words may be harsh, they were spoken at the cost of lives by our predecessors; we dare not disobey."

"You, my classmate, are quite young, yet you have many ideas. We won't discuss these so-called maxims of life today; I'll talk to you about them another time. I've come today to hear your thoughts on electing a class monitor. I heard there's some factionalism in your class; that's not good, it affects the stability and unity among classmates. Classmates should be equal, without any class divisions, and we shouldn't bring things from society into school."

Anyone can spout grand principles, but the problem is Zhang Sanfeng's arrogance and self-importance; he's the one who doesn't want to unite with us. Hearing this, it sounds like we're ostracizing him. I said, "Teacher Tian, are you here today to offer some advice?"

"What advice?"

The bald man didn't understand immediately.

"Before each National People's Congress election, Party and state leaders visit various delegations to help everyone reach a consensus and implement democratic elections. Please rest assured, Teacher Tian and the school, the students are politically conscious and won't let the school down. This afternoon, we'll elect a class monitor; whoever is chosen will be the class monitor."

"Ahem, please don't misunderstand, students. Our school attaches great importance to the class monitor election. This is also a great opportunity for students to enhance their democratic awareness. Our school believes that the students will definitely elect their own class monitor and class officers to assist the school in carrying out various tasks."

After Mediterranean left, the second-in-command looked at me: "Boss, you're amazing! You've rendered Mediterranean speechless twice."

Lin Shiyi said with concern, "Xiao Xin, why are you talking so harshly? Did you eat gunpowder? You've offended him again."

I also regretted it a little; why did I speak so sharply? It wasn't like a 16-year-old high school student should say such things. I've offended Mediterranean again; he'll definitely hold a grudge.

Of course, I offended more than just Mediterranean. Zhang Sanfeng was sitting at the desk behind me, his face pale with anger, staring at me as if he wanted to fight. But I figured he wouldn't dare to actually fight. If he did, his image as a good student in the teacher's eyes would be completely ruined, and he could forget about being class monitor.

Chapter 36 Election of Class Monitor (Part 2)

The last period in the afternoon was when we elected the class monitor and class officers.

Before the election, Liu Ruolan called me out: "You little devil, what happened to you today? Did you want to get me killed? Tian Zhonghai told me that you're a thorn in the side of the class, backward in your thinking, and have poor grades. I don't know how you got into No. 5 Middle School. Now you're even leading some classmates astray, having relationships at school. He wants to find an opportunity to give you a disciplinary action. Be careful these days, don't let him find any fault with you, otherwise I can't save you."

Damn it, Mediterranean, if you're so capable, come at me! Why are you getting angry at Liu Ruolan? And you call me a thorn, do you want to pull me out? This reason is hard to come up with: saying I'm backward in my thinking? "I'm even considered reactionary! This is just a difference of opinion; there's no such thing as thought crime anymore, so don't try to convict me based on that. So what if my grades are bad? I got in with the minimum score and paid the so-called 'sponsorship fee,' so I fully meet the admission requirements. Only the charge of 'dating' still has some impact on me, but Lin Shiyi and I are very well-behaved at school. The only thing that could be considered puppy love is eating at the same table every day at noon. There are plenty of boys and girls eating together at school, not just me. Chatting at noon is normal interaction between students. We didn't get caught kissing, it's not even worth mentioning."

A small meeting room was temporarily set up in the class. The three candidates for class monitor sat at the front, and the students below were divided into three distinct groups, each supporting their respective representative. Zhang Sanfeng had very few supporters; he sat behind the front, with only 7 supporters below him. Lin Shiyi's campaign was the largest, with 27 people, and the second-in-command had 19 supporters. The 56 students in the class were divided into three distinct camps, making the bald man frown deeply. The gap between them is too obvious. The chances of Zhang Sanfeng becoming class monitor through a democratic vote are zero. I think he's probably thinking about how to explain himself to Vice Mayor Zhang. I've heard some rumors in class that the principal is retiring next year, and Mediterranean is trying every possible way to get the position. Fifth Middle School is a key school; being the principal of Fifth Middle School is a high-ranking position, and it would be much easier to get into the Education Commission or something similar later. The classmates all have some connections, so these rumors probably aren't unfounded. Mediterranean's desire for Zhang Sanfeng to be class monitor is definitely to curry favor with Vice Mayor Zhang and help him climb to the principal's seat.

Being class monitor has its advantages. If nothing unexpected happens, the annual "Three Good Student" class monitor is a natural choice, and they'll be given priority for university admission. Moreover, according to the tradition of No. 5 Middle School, only class monitors and class officers can run for student council positions. If one becomes a student council officer, university admission is almost guaranteed, and with good performance, they can even join the Party in high school. I think Zhang Sanfeng must also really want the class monitor position. Once he becomes class monitor, with his father's influence, becoming student council president, a high school Party member, and getting admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University will be a natural progression.

However, I'd like to see how Mediterranean can get Zhang Sanfeng to be class monitor without causing public outrage. Mediterranean, smoking, was at a loss for what to do. I think he must be regretting the school's democratic elections; direct appointment would avoid all this trouble. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

I think if Mediterranean hadn't caused trouble, Lin Shiyi should have become the class monitor, and the second-in-command would still be his second-in-command. That's the reality of the class.

All three candidates gave their campaign speeches, each one passionate and eloquent, but none of them were original. They were all about how, if elected, they would unite the whole class, organize various activities, and win honors for the class. They talked about how they would boost the students' enthusiasm for learning to an unprecedented level, ensuring a wonderful three years of high school life, and that everyone could go on to university, welcoming a bright future. I was tired of these platitudes and empty words. I just wanted these formalities to end quickly so the vote could be held. I really wanted to see Mediterranean's expression when he saw Zhang Sanfeng hadn't even gotten a vice-monitor position.

Finally, it was about to end, and the students started to get excited, preparing to vote.

Mediterranean threw away his cigarette and stood up: "Classmates, now let me say a few words. I was very pleased to hear the speeches of the three candidates. All three of you deeply understand the heavy responsibility on your shoulders, yet you still bravely stood up. This spirit is worthy of our emulation. Especially Zhang Zijian, who spoke sincerely and is willing to serve as everyone's servant, working for the benefit of everyone and striving for honor for the class—that's excellent! As you all know, Zhang Zijian's father is our vice mayor, and his work achievements are evident to all. We also know that Zhang Zijian's grades have always been excellent; this time, his grades were affected by a poor exam performance. In elementary and middle school, Zhang Zijian was always a model student and an outstanding student leader, united and friendly with his classmates, and never looked down on other students because he is the child of a cadre. I believe that Zhang Zijian is fully capable of being the class monitor. Of course, this is just my personal opinion and does not represent the school; the class monitor should be elected by the students themselves. Now, please consider it. If you agree that Zhang Zijian should be the class monitor, please raise your hands to vote."

The class immediately erupted in noise. This is outrageous! It's clearly a vote-buying stunt for Zhang Sanfeng, practically a forced election! You're watching from up there; how many students would dare not raise their hands? Otherwise, they'd be punished! The students looked at each other, all deeply resentful, but dared not openly oppose the teacher, especially since this was the dean of students who could potentially become principal.

Several students looked at me; I was now a well-known "fighter" in the class, and they all held onto a glimmer of hope for me.

I glanced at Liu Ruolan; she seemed anxious, her eyes signaling me not to do anything rash. If I went against the Mediterranean again and ruined his principal's dream, I knew he would retaliate fiercely. I was also worried. I was still a student, with three more years to go in this school; the consequences of offending the dean of students were unimaginable. And it might even implicate Liu Ruolan; after all, she was the one who got me into Fifth Middle School.

I looked at the front desk again; Lin Shiyi and the second-in-command both looked angry and helpless. Zhang Sanfeng, on the other hand, couldn't contain his joy and smugness. When I looked at him, a smug and mocking expression appeared on his face. The Mediterranean guy, meanwhile, was watching me with a sinister gaze. I remembered what he had said to Liu Ruolan, and my anger flared up: "I've already offended you, what can you do to me if I offend you again? You can't expel me, can you?"

I stood up: "I don't think Zhang Zijian is suitable to be class monitor."

The Mediterranean guy had been watching me closely. Seeing me stand up and oppose him, he suppressed his anger and said, "Why do you think he's not suitable to be class monitor?"

I glanced at the Mediterranean guy, whose eyes were blazing with anger: "Teacher Tian, I think that the person in charge of the class should be the one who best represents the interests of the broad masses of people, best represents advanced productive forces, best represents... I'm sorry, I forgot what the last of the Three Represents is. He should also emphasize politics, learning, and stability. I don't think Zhang Zijian has fully achieved these."

"Ye Zixin, you've gone up to the Three Represents and the Three Represents. Tell me, in what way has he not fully achieved them?"

"Teacher Tian, please look at how many people he represents. Including himself, there are only 8, which is 1/7 of the 56 students in the class. As for productivity, he comes from a cadre family, not a working-class family. Workers represent productivity. Nor does he come from a scientist family. Science is the primary productive force, so I don't think he can represent advanced productivity. As for politics, he does have a natural advantage, but he practices elitist politics and looks down on students from working-class families. What kind of political awareness is that? As for academics, his score is only one point higher than mine, and he's third from the bottom in the class. His junior high school grades are not reliable. How many of our classmates weren't top students in their previous schools? What if everyone says they underperformed on the exam? As for stability, look at how the class has become. Is there any stability left?"

The bald man was getting exasperated: "Do you think you can do it? If you think you can, then you should be the class monitor."

"Teacher Tian, as you know, there are three major groups in our class, and I am a member of the Third World, representing at least 20 students. I come from a working-class family. Although I've never met my mother, they are both upright members of the working class, without any pretense. I'm an amateur when it comes to politics, because I've only ever been the one being lectured on politics by others. However, my political science grades are now among the best in the class. As for academics, my progress is evident. Although I haven't taken any exams yet, I'm now at least in the upper-middle range of the class. As for stability, I haven't argued or had a falling out with any classmates. I personally believe that the class monitor should not be chosen based on grades or personal preference. Since it's a democratic election, I think the students will make the right choice and cast their solemn votes."

"So you think you're perfect? I heard some classmates say you're getting too close to female classmates, crossing the line between male and female students. And many boys in your class, under your theoretical guidance, are supposed to be 'practicing dating' with girls?"

I glanced at Lin Shiyi; her face was flushed red. That damned bald man—this was clearly a personal attack. "Teacher Tian, I don't understand what you mean by 'too close,' and I don't know how many centimeters of distance is considered the boundary between men and women. If you think that me eating at the same table with female classmates and walking side by side crosses that line, I will complain about you and most of the male teachers in the school, because you are committing the same misconduct. As for what you call 'dating practice,' I think you might have misheard. I was talking about how to interact with girls. The boys in our school are all bookworms; they don't dare look girls in the eye or talk to them. I think this is detrimental to their interpersonal relationships. Isn't the school encouraging boys and girls to help each other?"

I was getting a little angry too, and I stopped using the formal "you" to address the bald man directly. I saw his face turn red and white; he was clearly angered by me, but couldn't find a reason to lash out.

Liu Ruolan's face also turned pale, and she glared at me resentfully: "Teacher Tian, don't be angry. Ye Zixin lost both his parents at a young age and doesn't understand human relationships very well. His words are also a bit extreme."

She said to me, "Ye Zixin, apologize to Teacher Tian."

I knew she was giving Tanaka Hai a way out, so I could only lower my head and say, "I'm sorry, Teacher Tian. I'm clumsy with words and don't know how to speak properly. I'm so sorry to have upset you. Please forgive me."

Things had developed to a point where neither Tanaka Hai nor I wanted to see or could control them. After a secret ballot by the students, I was elected class monitor with a high number of 42 votes. Besides the 20 votes from my own camp (of course, I voted for myself), the Second World also gave me 22 votes. Zhang Sanfeng only received 7 votes; I don't know which of his allies voted against him. I think these other 22 votes weren't entirely for my sake; a large part of it was opposition to Tanaka Hai's attempt to forcibly appoint a class monitor—a kind of rebellious mentality. The deeper the oppression, the stronger the resistance.

And so, I became the first person in Fifth Middle School to be admitted last in the entire school, and also the first class monitor who was neither a member of the Youth League nor had ever served as a class officer.

Now, naturally, I became a celebrity throughout the school; "My Dream" and "Martin Luther King Jr." were widely known. I think Mediterranean must hate me to the core. I heard he even tried to stop my appointment as class monitor, but I was elected with 75% of the vote, so it's hard for him to find a reason not to let me be class monitor. Now that I'm class monitor, he'll need some solid evidence to punish me. Surprisingly, the position of class monitor also provides me with protection.

Under my "cabinet," the second-in-command remains the vice-class monitor, and Lin Shiyi is the secretary of the Youth League branch. They actually handle the daily class affairs. I have no interest in the class monitor position; I only stepped forward to vent my anger. Zhang Sanfeng barely managed to become the sports committee member, directly appointed by Liu Ruolan, who didn't want me to go too far and become irreconcilable with Mediterranean. Making Zhang Sanfeng the sports committee member also gave Mediterranean some face, and Mediterranean still had a chance to earn merit—by making Zhang Sanfeng the sports committee member in the student council.

A class monitor in a key middle school who isn't a Youth League member is quite conspicuous. Soon, the school's Youth League secretary came to my door, wanting me to "join the League on the spot." However, I didn't write an application. I thought it best to remain a democratic person; scarcity makes things valuable. If all twelve class monitors were Youth League members, that would be too unremarkable. Even in elections like the National People's Congress, 10% is reserved for non-Party members. In Mediterranean's eyes, this was naturally another charge—a sign of backward thinking and a lack of ambition. What kind of logic is that? To be progressive, you have to join the League? When we joined the League in junior high, it was clearly a reward based on grades, with some class monitors and officers joining first. Now it's linked to ideology?

Chapter 37: Literary and Military Defense

Now I've completely made enemies of Mediterranean and Zhang Sanfeng. My immediate priority is to consider how to protect myself and prevent Mediterranean from having an excuse to attack me.

Now I concentrate on listening in class every time. I think if I had been this attentive before, I wouldn't have had to pay tens of thousands of yuan in "sponsorship." Unexpectedly, opposing Mediterranean had a side benefit: it forced me to study harder. Now that I'm class monitor, my first priority is to improve my studies. Although I don't think academic performance is a prerequisite for being class monitor, the teachers at school might not agree, so I still need to work hard and aim for a top-ten ranking in the midterms, which would give Liu Ruolan something to show for her efforts at school. Because of me, Liu Ruolan has faced a lot of criticism at school, especially from Mediterranean, who has said many bad things about her, accusing her of allowing students to form factions and permitting incorrect ideas to prevail. Liu Ruolan hasn't told me any of this; I only learned about it through Lin Shiyi. Now I won't clash with Mediterranean anymore; I can't make Liu Ruolan's situation even more difficult.

I'll continue doing what I always do. Besides paying attention in class, I check my stock market after class and practice calligraphy or penmanship at noon. Every noon, I eat lunch with Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi, but I always bring along the second-in-command to avoid giving Mediterranean any excuse. Next month is my self-study exam, and I'm currently studying hard. It's going quite well; I've gotten some of my sisters' old study materials and past exam papers to work on. Passing shouldn't be a problem. Self-study isn't like high school, where you have to get a certain score—it's more like 60 is enough. I just aim to pass. But my sister says that if you get above 70 in every subject, you can still get a bachelor's degree. So, I guess I'll have to work even harder.

We used a "soft approach" to deal with Mediterranean, but with Zhang Sanfeng, we'll have to use a "stronger defense."

That damned military training finally ended amidst our curses, but I'm continuing my own training plan. I know Zhang Sanfeng is now my mortal enemy; he's trained in martial arts. While he might not dare do anything to me at school, I can't guarantee what he might do outside. I think I should learn some self-defense. "I won't be attacked unless attacked; if attacked, I will retaliate." That's what Chairman Mao taught us. To deal with the Mediterranean, one needs a verbal approach; to deal with Zhang Sanfeng, one needs a physical defense. My February in Shanghai was quite fruitful. Being nearly killed by Fang Xiaoyi and Zhang Ning at the judo hall made my reflexes much sharper, which greatly helped my martial arts practice.

I took a few books from Liu Ruolan's house; her husband had brought them back from the army, supposedly special forces training materials. Liu Ruolan told me to keep them at home and not to tell anyone. These weren't ordinary martial arts books for fitness; they taught extremely practical techniques for killing. After reading them for a few days, I started to feel a little scared. The moves weren't fancy; they focused on achieving the goal in the simplest way possible—eye-gouging, groin kicks, throat locks, neck twists—they used every possible method, almost every move capable of killing. I only wanted self-defense; I hadn't intended to kill. If I learned this and accidentally crippled someone, wouldn't they accuse me of excessive self-defense? I returned the books to Liu Ruolan. This was too powerful; I should probably switch to another martial art. I heard the school has a martial arts interest class, so I thought I'd go learn there. I heard there are quite a few girls there too.

But for some reason, even though I returned the book to Liu Ruolan, I couldn't forget those moves; they kept popping into my mind, as if I'd practiced them before. Thinking back to the strange events at the shooting range, I wondered if there was another person's thoughts residing in my mind—someone who must have been in the military, maybe even a special forces soldier. For some reason, their thoughts entered my mind and became part of my subconscious.

The school's facilities are quite comprehensive. Besides a standard stadium, there's a small indoor gymnasium and a swimming pool. They're really rich! Come to think of it, they make millions every year just from us "self-funded students." I calculated that they take in an average of two classes of "self-funded students" each year, nearly 120 people. At an average of 60,000-70,000 yuan per person, that's almost 8 million yuan in revenue, not to mention tuition and other fees. Add to that the other 10 classes, another 500-600 students, each paying several thousand in tuition, and in total, our first-year high school class alone can collect over ten million. That's no small sum, not to mention the second and third years of high school and the three junior high school sections. The city also allocates funds every year, and we're almost worried about where to spend the money. But I haven't heard any teacher complain about having too much money.

The martial arts classes are located in the gymnasium, offering Sanda, Judo, Tai Chi, and even Qigong, depending on your interest. There's also a special class for girls teaching "women's self-defense." Anyway, it's all for students to practice in their spare time; there's no need to be too particular about the moves. If you don't like being crammed together, you can go to the gym. Each student gets three hours of free use per week; anything beyond that costs money. Damn, they're really obsessed with money, so stingy.

Because I often accompanied Fang Xiaoyi and Zhang Ning to the judo hall when I was in Shanghai, I chose judo as well. Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling, like me, also chose judo, and added "women's self-defense." Lin Shiyi said that there are many girls learning judo, and she wanted to keep a close eye on me to prevent me from being unfaithful. Honestly, I don't have that kind of time right now. Besides, if I wanted to be unfaithful, would either of you still be virgins? I know that after three years of getting along in junior high, my scent has already deeply influenced them, and they have subconsciously accepted me completely. If I had any ulterior motives, getting their bodies would be effortless. But I don't want that. I already have quite a few women around me, and I don't know how to treat them anymore. My relationship with Liu Ruolan and Zhang Min has slowly become more subtle. It's no longer the simple relationship between a gigolo and his female client, but has evolved into a feeling somewhere between husband and wife and lovers. They were no longer satisfied with just sex; they wanted emotional fulfillment. I hated that I couldn't be in two places at once to satisfy them all.

Because I had two beautiful women with me, a lot of "martial arts enthusiasts" suddenly appeared in the martial arts class. They claimed to be learning martial arts, but I think they were really just there to see the girls.

Zhang Sanfeng chose Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and I heard that he was now one of the top Sanda fighters in the class. Even the coach said he had great potential. When he saw me come to learn martial arts, he had a mocking smile on his face, as if to say that no matter how much I practiced, it was useless, and I couldn't beat him. I saw a flash of hatred in his eyes. Damn it, what's there to be afraid of? I deliberately didn't choose Sanda. I wouldn't be stupid enough to be in the same group as him, let alone spar with him. I'm still a beginner, of course I can't beat him, but I will never give him any chance to hurt me.

Zhang Sanfeng often deliberately came to our judo hall, with a few lackeys behind him. He claimed to be visiting, but actually, the students all knew that he was deliberately showing off his martial arts skills, looking for an opportunity to teach me a lesson. I won't fall for it. I'll let him hover in front of me, ignoring him completely. Let

's see what he can do to me. There are quite a few girls learning judo, but unfortunately, Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling are around, so I can only watch and not touch. However, even if they weren't there, I wouldn't move. Because the polarization is too severe. The beauties are always surrounded by protectors, making it impossible for them to get close. We're just freshmen who haven't even been in school for a month, and we can't compete with the seniors. Those beauties don't even look at us little juniors, thinking we're too green. Damn it, it's not like I'm taking advantage of them, why are they picking and choosing? And if they don't have protectors around, no one wants them to get close.

These are critical times, and I don't want to cause any more trouble for now. The bald guy is watching my every move, trying to find some leverage to get me removed from the position. I argued with him on the first day of school, wrote an essay in the first week, ran for class monitor in the second week, and I don't want to become famous again in the third week. So now, although I practice judo with Lin Shiyi and the others, I haven't sparred with them. I spend most of my time training alone in the gym to avoid being accused of getting too close to girls by Mediterranean. I also ignore Zhang Sanfeng's provocations; a small act of impatience can ruin a big plan, and there's still a long road ahead. Anyway, we're already irreconcilable enemies, but I'm not strong enough yet, so I can only endure it for now. Zhang Sanfeng is also helpless against me; he can't just deliberately find an excuse to beat me up. If he did, the classmates would definitely think it was an act of revenge, which would cause a public outcry.

There's nothing major happening in the class right now, and everyone knows that if we offend Mediterranean, our class will never have a chance to rise under his control. So everyone is behaving themselves and focusing on their studies, which puts Liu Ruolan at ease.

Time really flies; the third week is almost over. This weekend happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the school is organizing a Mid-Autumn Festival party for the first-year students. I heard there will be both artistic performances and a banquet. Three weeks into the semester, it's a good opportunity for everyone to get to know each other. Although I'm the class monitor, Lin Shiyi and the second-in-command handle everything for me, so I don't have to think about anything.

On Friday evening, the 12 classes of the first year of high school held a talent show in the school auditorium. Of the two-hour program, I hated the poetry recitations the most. Each one was either full of emotion or screaming at the top of their lungs, praising the beautiful landscapes and bright future of the motherland, all just copied phrases from newspapers and books, combined to create their own works. One violinist was even worse; she turned a perfectly good serenade into something that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. The singing was slightly better. Although I have a grudge against the White Bone Demon, I have to admit that she sang and danced well, and her singing and acting were quite good; she really had some talent. Lin Shiyi sang a song, which also received a round of applause. Zhang Sanfeng then went on stage and performed a set of fancy martial arts moves, jumping and leaping, which actually looked somewhat convincing.

After Lin Shiyi finished singing, she returned to the audience and sat next to me, asking smugly, "How was it, class monitor? Didn't you embarrass our class?"

I said, "Of course! Look who I am! With our Miss Lin here, how could I not charm everyone?"

Lin Shiyi laughed and asked, "What's the reward?"

"I'm poor, class monitor, I don't have money for a gift. How about I give you a sweet kiss?"

Lin Shiyi laughed, "What sweet kiss? Men's kisses are all stinky. You're trying to take advantage of me."

"Then I'll let you kiss me, you can take advantage of me then."

We chatted and laughed, holding hands very affectionately. The classmates also knew that my sister was Lin Shiyi's maternal grandfather's goddaughter. So, Lin Shiyi and I could be considered god-siblings, even though we weren't related. With this reason as a cover, Lin Shiyi could be with me openly without worrying about any excuses.

When Zhang Sanfeng returned from the stage and saw our affectionate behavior, he was naturally filled with jealousy and resentment. Now that his pursuit of Lin Shiyi is hopeless, he has turned his attention to Bai Jingjing, after all, Bai Jingjing is the number one beauty in the first year of high school. Although the Mediterranean man says that dating in school is not allowed according to our education system, he turns a blind eye to Zhang Sanfeng pursuing his daughter. If he could become related to Vice Mayor Zhang through marriage, it would be very beneficial to his career. But Bai Jingjing does not follow her father's wishes. She has no shortage of suitors, all of whom are talented and handsome. Apart from his father being the vice mayor, Zhang Sanfeng is only average-looking, tall and strong, and knows a few sets of martial arts. She is looking for a boyfriend, not a thug or bodyguard. In terms of academics, Zhang Sanfeng is at the bottom of our class, and our class is at the bottom of the whole school, so you can imagine how low his ranking is. If she were to befriend Zhang Sanfeng, wouldn't people say that she is greedy for wealth? She considers herself superior and of course she will ignore Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng is unrequited love, and he can only watch helplessly as he loses out on both of them.

After the performance, delicious food awaited us. Each class held a get-together, and since many parents in our class were business owners, they were all generous, resulting in a larger activity budget for our class compared to others. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival party was organized entirely by Lin Shiyi, who bought a huge amount of delicious food and small gifts, preparing for a proper celebration.

The event was held in the cafeteria hall, with tables arranged in rows for a buffet style. With over 600 students from 12 classes, it was quite lively. Although organized by class, students from different classes took the opportunity to visit each other. Ding Ling specially came to our class for a get-together, but annoyingly, she was followed by Tian Boguang. Ding Ling had told Tian Boguang many times that she didn't want to be with him, but Tian Boguang pretended not to know. He thinks being devoted will move a girl? If a girl doesn't like you, you could kneel down and she wouldn't even notice.

Although I'm surrounded by two beautiful women, I don't dare to have one on each side, since the balding man keeps wandering around the hall. However, he never comes near our class, so we're happy to have some peace and quiet. Now, I mainly help Lin Shiyi and the others by passing them food and pouring water; I've become their servant. Even though I'm with them every day, they still have some animosity towards each other. I have to treat them equally, without showing any favoritism, otherwise, a storm of jealousy will erupt, and I'll be the one who suffers.

Ding Ling pointed to an orange: "Xiao Xin, I'm thirsty, I want an orange, can you get it for me?"

Lin Shiyi also said, "I'll have one too."

Before I could even pick one up, Tian Boguang had already eagerly brought over four oranges. I was a little surprised; why was this guy being so kind as to get one for me too? Ladies first, of course, Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi got their oranges first, and then Tian Boguang handed the plate to me: "Squad Leader Ye, please help yourself."

I noticed there were two oranges left on the plate, one large and one small, quite noticeable. It seemed he was doing it on purpose; there were clearly plenty of oranges left, but he deliberately brought over a much smaller one for me to choose from. If I picked the larger one, it would seem like I lacked manners, that I was unsophisticated, like a reincarnated hungry ghost who only knew how to grab the big ones. If I picked the smaller one, it would be obvious I was being taken advantage of. Looks like he was playing a dirty trick; unfortunately, it was a really despicable tactic.

I casually picked up the larger orange, and sure enough, Tian Boguang smiled slightly: "Actually, if I had to choose first, I would have picked the smaller one too."

I glanced at him. "Well, you got what you wanted, so what's there to complain about?"

Tian Boguang was taken aback, his smile freezing slightly.

Lin Shiyi laughed and said, "That's right, Tian, you really have the spirit of Kong Rong sharing pears! We should all learn from you."

I chuckled inwardly. Trying to play this game with me? It seems Tian Boguang hasn't read enough extracurricular books; even his tricks are clumsy. There are plenty of such little tricks in anecdotes about famous people; he doesn't know how to learn some more sophisticated techniques. I spend more time reading extracurricular books than textbooks; I've seen this kind of thing countless times in books. He wanted to embarrass me? This time, he's the one who lost face. Tian Boguang, realizing he'd lost interest, still didn't leave—truly cultured.

Lin Shiyi said to me, "I'll ask you a question. If you answer it correctly, I'll give you this orange as a reward."

I said, "I have an orange too, how about a kiss instead?"

"Dream on. Listen carefully, there are two people sitting together. The younger man is the older man's son, but the older man is not the younger man's father. How is that possible?"

I thought it was some difficult problem, but it's just a riddle, a beginner-level one at that, not sophisticated at all. "It's just the child's mother. Asking this is too lowbrow."

Lin Shiyi said with a smile, "Of course, I can only ask lowbrow questions to someone as lowbrow as you. Also, a person is looking at a photo. He has no siblings. The person in the photo is the father of the son's son's brother's son's brother's son's father's father. Who is the person in the photo?"

This question is a bit long, but simple. Isn't it just his son? They're going around in circles, trying to confuse me.

I said, "Let me tell you one too. There's a guy who has no siblings, but someone accused his own brother of committing a crime. Although he didn't admit it to his face, he confessed to his friends in private. How is that possible?"

Lin Shiyi thought for a long time. "That's impossible. He has no siblings, so how could he admit his brother committed a crime? Is it his cousin? Or is that person his father's illegitimate son? That's also a brother."

"Didn't you hear me? He has no siblings, which means he has no other blood relatives, but the one who committed the crime is still his own brother."

Seeing that Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling couldn't figure it out, I laughed and said, "If you can't figure it out, you lose. I'll give you a kiss and I'll tell you the answer."

They were both insistent that I give them the answer. I said, "I won't tell you without a kiss. I'll tell you next week."

Chapter 038 Family Bliss (Part 1)

After the party ended, it was already late. But we had two days off, so it didn't matter.

I accompanied Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling to the school gate and saw my sister chatting with Lin Shiyi's mother in the car. Lin Shiyi asked, "Mom, why did you decide to pick me up today instead of spending Mid-Autumn Festival with Dad at home? Did Sister Ye come with you too?"

"You silly girl, so disrespectful! Your Sister Ye was waiting for Xiaoxin. We bumped into each other at the door and chatted for a while."

Lin Shiyi said, "Sister Zixin, why don't you and Xiaoxin come to our house for Mid-Autumn Festival? It'll be very lively."

Lin Shiyi's mother also said, "Yes, Zixin, since it's just you and Xiaoxin, you don't have anything to do at home, so come to our house. My dad really misses you, his dear granddaughter." My sister

and I had originally planned to go to Li Ruyun's house today. It's just her and her daughter Xiaoqing at home, and they wanted to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with us to make it more lively. But we couldn't resist the persuasion of Lin Shiyi and her mother, so we had to agree. We called Li Ruyun and promised to make it up tomorrow. When we arrived

at Lin Shiyi's house, there were indeed many people there—family members, relatives and friends, and some company people—it was very lively. This is quite normal. Lin Shiyi's family business has been booming in recent years, especially the last two, with annual profits exceeding ten million. Naturally, their house is always packed with relatives and friends. Our family, however, is different. Every year it's just my sister and me

celebrating. It seems like all the relatives have forgotten about us, as if they're afraid we'll ask them for money. Lin Shiyi now hates Chinese New Year. There's always a huge crowd at home, talking endlessly. The men talk about national affairs or company business. The women chat about fashion, which school their sons attend, or whose daughters are dating whom. Lin Shiyi dreads it most when the women ask her how old she is, how beautiful she is, if she has a boyfriend, and if they want to introduce her to someone. They say one of their nephews or nieces is a top student at some school, handsome and dashing, a perfect match for Lin Shiyi. Lin Shiyi is the Lin family's only precious daughter. Whoever marries into the Lin family is practically guaranteed a fortune, so naturally, they'd love to introduce their sons to her.

Although I was with Lin Shiyi, I hadn't really thought about what the future held for us. We were both still young, and no one could predict the future of our relationships. While I liked money, I hadn't considered marrying a rich heiress to make a fortune; being a live-in son-in-law wasn't my ideal. I thought that as long as I had a few million in the bank and could spend time with my sister, I would be content.

Lin Shiyi took my hand, led us away from the large group of people, and went straight upstairs to the study.

Lin Shiyi's maternal grandfather was also in the study. I greeted him, "Grandpa, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Xiao Xin, you're here too."

Lin Shiyi said, "Grandpa, why don't you come down?"

"What, do you think I'm bothering you two?"

Lin Shiyi blushed. "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. That's not what I meant. I was just worried you'd be bored by yourself."

Grandpa said, "It's better to be quiet. Don't be fooled by how lively things are now. Who knows who will come back once we're down on our luck? I've seen it all. A few years ago, when your father's company was struggling, hardly anyone came to our door, but debt collectors were everywhere."

I said, "Grandpa, that's the coldness of human nature. You've really seen it all."

"Xiao Xin, it's been a while. You've become much more mature. I heard you're quite the celebrity at school now."

"I wouldn't dare. Compared to you, Grandpa, I'm just a tiny grain of rice. I've only spoken a few words of justice."

“Xiao Xin, Xiao Yi has told me everything about you. Young man, don’t be so impulsive, don’t be so sharp, you’ll offend a lot of people. I heard your dean of students holds a grudge against you. You’re still a student, you don’t have enough life experience, you can’t fight against those people who have been around in the bureaucracy.”

I said, “I know. Grandpa, actually I didn’t want to be so high-profile. I’ve heard the saying ‘the nail that sticks out gets hammered down’ a lot, but they went too far. I’ll be more careful in the future. A moment of patience brings peace, a step back opens up a vast sky.”

Lin Shiyi said, “You’re so young, why are you acting like an old man, playing the deep thinker?”

Grandpa said, "Yes, young people should be more lively, otherwise girls these days won't like them, and our Xiaoyi will be unhappy."

Lin Shiyi blushed and said, "Grandpa, you're talking about me again. If you say it again, I won't talk to you anymore."

The door opened, and Lin Shiyi's mother and sister came in together. "Who made our young lady unhappy?"

I saw my sister's face was red. "Sister, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Lin's mother smiled and said, "It's not that I'm not feeling well, I'm just shy. Just now downstairs, a lot of young men were surrounding Zixin, wanting to make friends with her."

Lin Shiyi laughed and said, "Sister Zixin is so beautiful, it's no wonder she attracts suitors."

Lin's mother asked with concern, "Zixin, you're not young anymore, you're 26 this year, right?" "It's time you got a boyfriend. Your younger siblings are all grown up now. Zixing is in college, and Xiaoxin is in No. 5 Middle School, which is practically the same as getting into college. You have nothing to worry about anymore. Do you want Auntie to introduce you to a few?"

My sister glanced at me, her face still flushed. "I think we should wait until Xiaoxin is in college and Zixing has a job."

Lin Shiyi exclaimed dramatically, "No way, Sister Zixin, by the time Xiaoxin is in college and Second Sister has a job, you'll be almost 30. Men are in their prime at 30, but women are past their prime at 30."

Lin's mother laughed and scolded, "How can you talk about your sister like that? You care so much about your sister, do you want to get married early yourself?"

Lin Shiyi blushed. "No way."

"Still denying it? Otherwise, why are you blushing? Are you feeling guilty?"

The mother and daughter joked. Lin's mother said, "Xiaoyi, you and Xiaoxin are still middle school students. You have too little life experience. It's a bit early for you to be dating."

Lin Shiyi said, "When have I been dating? With Xiaoxin?"

"Don't think I can't tell. You two were inseparable in junior high. I like Xiaoxin very much too. Although he's a bit playful, he's a good person at heart. Our family isn't short of money. When you look for a boyfriend, you don't need to look at his family background. As long as he has good character and is sincere towards you, and not after your money or looks, that's fine. If you still feel in love with each other after you graduate from university, I will agree to let you get married."

Lin Shiyi blushed and lowered her head without saying a word. "You brat, are you agreeing or disagreeing with your head down?"

"Why are you asking me? She's a master of romance, she even has lovers outside!"

"Is it Ding Ling? So what? With Mom backing you up, you're not afraid of losing her."

"Mom, are you in such a hurry to marry off your daughter? You were just saying you wouldn't let her date, and now you're going to steal her boyfriend."

"Love is like war. Good men aren't plentiful these days. If you find one, you have to strike first."

"Mom, was Dad also snatched away by you? You seem so experienced."

"You brat, how can you talk to your mother like that?"...

My sister and I were originally planning to go home, but Lin Shiyi and her mother kept urging us to stay. Plus, my sister had drunk a little red wine downstairs and was a bit dizzy, so we stayed at Lin Shiyi's house. Anyway, they often have guests and have several guest rooms. I lay in bed watching TV. Lin Shiyi had secretly installed a satellite receiver in her house, so she could receive foreign television. It's late at night, perfect for watching adult programs from Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Japan. Even though I don't like the language, how much can I really listen to on these shows anyway? Just as I was getting really into it, I heard the door open softly. I turned around and saw Lin Shiyi, wearing only a nightgown. She'd sneaked into my room in the middle of the night! Had she listened to her mother and was planning to take advantage of me tonight?

I was startled. This was her house; if anything happened, I'd be in deep trouble. Her mother had just told us that even if we were to date, our academic performance had to be excellent, and premarital sex was absolutely out of the question. Her mother was open-minded about dating, but she held traditional views on sex, not wanting us to do anything we might regret later.

I asked, "How did you get in? I locked the door."

Lin Shiyi flashed the key in front of me: "This is my house, of course I have this."

I pulled the thin blanket up and laughed, "If you don't leave, I'm going to yell 'molestation!' There's a female pervert here!"

I whispered.

Lin Shiyi blushed: "You're the pervert! Watching this kind of show alone in your room. Why are you covered up by the blanket? Are you afraid I'll see?"

As she spoke, she pulled hard, startled at first, then her face turned bright red: "You little brat, are you trying to kill me? Why aren't you wearing pants?"

I always have the habit of sleeping naked, and since I locked the door, I was sleeping naked without worry. I never expected her to come in. I was watching adult TV, and my penis was still hard. Now I'm in trouble, my private parts are completely exposed, and Lin Shiyi has seen everything. I awkwardly covered my genitals: "You, you're not giving me the blanket back?"

Lin Shiyi was both ashamed and angry, and threw the blanket back at me; "You pervert, you're really no good. My mother still thinks you're a good man, humph."

I was both angry and amused: "Miss, you forced your way into someone else's room and saw someone else's body, and I haven't even reported you for indecent assault yet, and you still have the nerve to say that?"

Lin Shiyi said: "This is my home, I can go wherever I want."

After saying that, she got into bed and crawled into my blankets. I jumped in fright again: "What are you planning now? Watching isn't enough, you want to rape me and then kill me to silence me?"

Lin Shiyi grabbed my neck with both hands: "I'll

kill you first and then rape you." I broke free from her clutches: "Miss, don't you have any common sense? Only women can either rape and kill, or kill and then rape. Men can only rape and kill."

"Is there a difference?"

"Miss, if you kill first, you women can still 'contribute your remaining energy,' but when a man dies, his manhood loses its 'residual heat,' so it's unusable."

"Hmm, you little rascal, so shameless."

A beautiful woman is snuggled in my bed, and the TV is showing a passionate scene—it's really getting to me. Lin Shiyi looked at the TV: "You men like watching this kind of program, why don't you change the channel?"

"Miss, the remote is with you."

Lin Shiyi angrily turned off the TV.

I asked, "Miss, you've seen my body, and you've turned off the TV. What else do you want now? Do you really want to... you know... with me?"

Lin Shiyi laughed, "Dream on! You think you're some kind of treasure? I'm warning you, don't touch me like that."

"Miss, I'm a man! A beautiful woman throws herself at me, and I'm not tempted? Do you think I'm some kind of saint? I heard he's impotent."

"If you dare touch me, I'll make you impotent!"

She said she wouldn't let me touch her, but she couldn't help touching me. I groaned, "Miss, please spare me. If this continues, I can't guarantee I won't hit you."

Lin Shiyi gently stroked my body, "Xiao Xin, your skin is so smooth."

"What, are you jealous? Ah, don't pinch me."

I struggled, and my erect penis touched her hand. Lin Shiyi was startled, instinctively grabbing my penis, then exclaimed, "You pervert!"

Her face turned bright red. I said innocently, "This is a normal reaction."

Lin Shiyi pinched and twisted me, "You bastard, you pervert."

Her antics made my penis swell even more. "Miss, if you don't leave, my little brother is going to commit a crime!"

Lin Shiyi said, "I'm not leaving. What can you do to me? Ah, you little brat, you made me guess riddles tonight, so this is the answer. I'll arrest the culprit right now."

Her face was flushed, but her hand was precise, grabbing my penis in one swift motion. I exclaimed, "Oh my god, what's wrong with me today? How did I run into a female pervert?"

Lin Shiyi said, "You dare call me a female pervert?"

She pinched my penis hard, making me scream again.

I asked with a pained expression, "Miss Lin, what's wrong with you today? This isn't like you at all."

Lin Shiyi said, "Now that we're sharing a bed, I'm yours. You can't find other women anymore."

So, after all that, she wanted to do this to me. "Miss, I'm the world's number one Casanova, I can sleep with a hundred women a night without falling asleep. Do you think you can handle me?"

"You think you're the Yellow Emperor? Sleep with a hundred women a night? I think you're better off sleeping with a hundred penises a night."

This was a huge insult to my manhood's capabilities. "Miss, have you ever read any books? Are there really men this weak?"

"Of course I have! Don't you men have premature ejaculation? A hundred is still too many. Any less than that... you'd finish before you even start."

"Damn, Miss, where did you learn all this? I'm Superman!"

"Superman? You're bragging. I've read books. The average man's time is only 5-8 minutes. Do you think you're some professional athlete on TV?"

I was speechless. Wow, girls these days really have a wealth of sexual knowledge. She even knows the average time. If I didn't know she was still a virgin, I'd think she was a "lustful woman." But she probably doesn't realize I'm even better than a "professional athlete." "Miss, this is a huge insult to me! I'm going to sue you for defamation!"

"Defamation or not, let's look at the facts. Do you dare let me try?"

Damn, I'm speechless. What's wrong with her today? She's usually so quiet and gentle. Could she be two-faced? "Let me try. What if your mom kills me after I try?" "Who said you could try it? You can use your hand."

"Do you know you can also use your mouth?"

"Are you kidding me? I won't use my mouth, it's disgusting."

And she just went ahead and started stroking my penis with her hand. I was naturally happy to have some fun, but I was still a little curious: "Xiaoyi, what's wrong with you today? You're so unrestrained, this isn't like you at all. Where did you learn all this?" "

I learned it from TV, you men are the worst, all you know is how to play with women, oral sex, anal sex, it's so dirty." "

Then why are you watching it? Aren't you afraid of learning something bad? Are you just using me as a practice subject today?"

My penis is naturally hard and durable, and Lin Shiyi's technique was so bad that after a long time, she couldn't do anything to me, but her hand was already sore. I laughed and asked, "Now you believe I'm Superman, right?"

Lin Shiyi blushed and nestled in my arms, "You're so naughty, it's been so long and you haven't... no..."

I laughed, "If I had finished earlier, you would have been sad."

Lin Shiyi pinched me, "You're naughty."

She then gently stroked my penis, "You must have other women. Don't deny it, the books all say that men's first time is quick, unlike you, it's been so long and you still haven't come."

What the hell are those damn books and TV shows saying? I said, "Then do you know if women's first time is also quick?"

Lin Shiyi blushed again and whispered, "Do you want to try?"

Damn, is she really aroused? How can she say something like that? I deliberately asked, "Then how do you want me to try? I don't want your mother to find out."

Lin Shiyi pinched me again. I'm really miserable tonight, I think I have at least twenty or thirty bruises on my body. She whispered, "You did it on purpose. Wasn't that what they were doing on TV just now?"

Damn, adult TV is a real virgin killer! Even the usually quiet Xiaoyi couldn't resist. My penis was about to explode, and she still wanted to play with this stuff.

I knelt under Lin Shiyi's skirt, trying to pull down her panties, but Lin Shiyi grabbed my hand, "No, don't take them off, just leave them like this."

Damn, she wanted to play with fire, but was also afraid of actually doing it. But this was fine too; I was really afraid that if I took off her panties, I wouldn't be able to handle the stimulation and might actually "finish" her. Since that was the case, I didn't kiss her vulva directly. I held her, gently biting her delicate earlobe with my teeth, and even inserted my tongue into her ear canal. My right hand slipped under her nightgown, and surprisingly, there was no bra underneath. Looks like she came prepared. I gently kneaded her well-proportioned, elastic breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples until they stood up like little cherries.

Lin Shiyi frowned, looking impatient, her small mouth slightly open, making "mmm" sounds. I asked softly, "How about it, want to play some more?"

Lin Shiyi blushed, glanced at me, and didn't speak. She grasped my penis with her hand, gently stroking it, her fingertips occasionally circling my scrotum, which was really irresistible. I lowered my head, licking Lin Shiyi's snow-white neck, then slowly moved to her chest to kiss her, sucking on her nipples, swirling my tongue around her pink areolas. Lin Shiyi began to get excited, tightly holding my head with both hands, pressing my head against her breasts, and saying indistinctly, "Xiaoxin, harder, harder..."

Of course I was working harder, almost licking my tongue off. A woman's body has several major erogenous zones: the ears, nipples, clitoris, and anus. Of course, the inner thighs and toes are also erogenous zones, though there are some individual differences. I wanted to try a few more on Lin Shiyi.

I touched her vulva; her panties were already wet. It seemed she was getting a little aroused. I then moved down, slipping inside Lin Shiyi's nightgown. She was wearing pure white panties today. I had her turn over and gently lifted her panties, stimulating her vulva with a few strokes. My tongue licked her soft buttocks, and a finger rubbed her clitoris through her panties. Lin Shiyi's buttocks arched back. "Ah…Xiaoxin…no…"

I licked her buttocks through her panties, even pushing the tip of my tongue into her anus. Lin Shiyi twisted and turned, her buttocks tightening around my tongue. I knew it was time. I rolled over her and took her vulva into my mouth, sucking and thrusting. Lin Shiyi squeezed my head between her legs, her vulva contracting violently. Even through her underwear, I could feel the powerful impact of her vaginal fluids during her climax.

I didn't give up even as she climaxed, my tongue still licking her vulva while my hands roamed over her body, making her nipples incredibly erect. Before long, still basking in the afterglow, she climaxed again in my mouth…

I lay down next to Lin Shiyi, gently stroking her body to help her fever subside. Lin Shiyi, still passionate, clung to me, her face flushed, avoiding my gaze. I whispered in her ear, "How was it? Was it great?"

Lin Shiyi leaned over me, "You're so naughty, you made me feel so uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? You were having so much fun just now."

"You still say that? With your experience, you must have many other women. Tell me about them."

Damn it, I just gave her my pleasure, and she's already thinking about my other women. "I told you, I'm Superman, you can't handle me alone."

"I don't care, I want you to never see another woman again. Now that we've gone this far, you have to take responsibility for me."

I don't know who caused this mess, but now the blame is all on me. Women and petty people are truly hard to deal with.

I said to Lin Shiyi, "Alright, now you should go back, otherwise your mom will catch you in bed with someone else tomorrow."

Lin Shiyi bit my shoulder: "Don't let me catch you in bed with someone else, or I'll... I'll castrate you."

"You'd be heartbroken if I castrated you. Okay, before you go, let me give you a riddle. There's someone whose brother committed the same crime as the last one, but the judge said: 'Defendant, all the evidence now proves your guilt, and you yourself have admitted it, but I still have to release you. This is the first time in years that a criminal who knew he was guilty and was sentenced to prison has been released in court.' Tell me, what happened this time?"

Lin Shiyi said, "You little brat, you always come up with these kinds of twisted riddles."

I cried out in protest: "This time it's definitely not the twisted interpretation you're talking about."

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