[Female students from art schools] (2)

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Text 2. Those years, my name was Zhang Xiaoruo. I don't know how I left the hotel. I returned to

my apartment and rushed into the bathroom. I frantically tore off my clothes,

crying loudly, letting the cold water wash over every inch of my skin, feeling it all filthy.

After a while, I gradually calmed down. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping away

the water droplets and steam. The person in the mirror was so alluring: 1.67 meters tall, nearly 100

pounds , with measurements of 82-60-92, giving me a very pronounced curvaceous figure.

I stared at my breasts; they were so firm, so full, the most beautiful shape, the kind that

could drive men crazy—pink nipples, small areolas, so delicate.

This was my asset, and now, it seemed I had nothing left but this wretched body.

I stroked my cheeks, my long hair, and

the skin that had turned red from wiping myself so much from crying.

Gradually, a faint smile appeared on my face in the mirror. Yes, a smile. I shouldn't have cried; I

should have smiled, because no one saw my tears. They would only laugh at my weakness.

I walked out of the bathroom, without a bra, and threw on a loose t-shirt. Then I opened

the laptop on the coffee table.

Only here did I feel a sense of relief. Those people outside, those men, every single

one looked at me with wolfish eyes, and I could only struggle step by step in trepidation.

I opened Notepad. Many times I wanted to write down my feelings and stories, but today, I just wanted

to properly recall my twenty-one years of life.

I wrote the first sentence: My name is Zhang Ruoxi.

But immediately, I deleted it, because in those years, my name was Zhang Xiaoruo, and in those years, I

was just a very pure and innocent girl.

I was born into a well-off family. My father was an engineer, and my mother was an accountant. I always

felt very happy, but that happiness vanished completely in the first semester of my third year of junior high school. That year,

my parents were in a car accident while driving back to their hometown. I suddenly became an orphan. My grandmother in my hometown couldn't bear

the huge blow and passed away two weeks later. At that moment, I was completely stunned. I didn't

know how I was going to go on living.

But it seems that God gives everyone a chance. A distant cousin of my mother's took me in,

along all of my family's property. Actually, I knew that their main purpose in taking me in was because my family

still had some savings and the house could be sold for some money. If it weren't for these, I would have been destined to become

a stray .

I moved into their house. Because she was younger than my mother, I called her Auntie, and her husband,

that burly but somewhat lazy man, I called Uncle.

Although she's called my cousin, our relationship is actually very distant. I don't even know if they're related

by blood or anything, because we had no contact with her family before.

They live in a small town, in a two-story house, and their financial situation is just average. And so began

my new life.

The new living and learning environment took me a long time to adjust to, but I

still remember my first day at the new school. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt,

jeans in a ponytail. In my final year of junior high, I was already quite developed. My chest wasn't

as big as it is now, but it was still quite impressive compared to other girls in my class and even the whole school. I can't forget the way the boys stared at

me. They looked at my face, then at my chest. I know what they were thinking. If eyes could be stronger

, I guess they would have ravaged me hundreds of times over.

I'm tall, so I was assigned to the back row. My deskmate was a very sunny boy named Xu Yang. He

was about fifteen or sixteen, but he already knew what love and attraction between the sexes meant. He was very happy that I was his

deskmate.

I could also clearly see the other boys casting envious glances at him.

A month later, in the afternoon PE class, since PE was part of the high school entrance exam, the PE teacher was exceptionally

strict. Sit-ups, the 100-meter sprint—nothing could be missed.

My physical fitness was pretty good, and under the sun, I sweated profusely.

After , I told myself I had to study hard. In my mind, only by getting an education

could I succeed, start a new life, and live a better life.

After finishing the three 100-meter races, the PE teacher called everyone to assemble. By then, I was drenched in sweat.

Standing in line, I suddenly realized everyone's eyes were on me, even the young male PE

teacher. I quickly looked myself over. Wearing a white t-shirt and running three 100-

meter races , I was already soaked with sweat. The t-shirt clung tightly

to my body, almost transparent from a distance. Everyone could see my bra underneath

and the snow-white skin around it.

My face instantly turned bright red. I lowered my head, but I could still feel the PE teacher's greedy

gaze . He stared intently at my chest, coughed twice deliberately, and then continued the lesson.

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