The entanglements between several girls during junior high school

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My junior high school years were probably one of the most unforgettable periods of 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 supervise me,

so they just 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 was a melting pot of all sorts of people.
To briefly describe myself: I'm not tall, my looks are average, I'm fat, and I speak with a rather unpleasant,

pretentious artistic tone. Such a person shouldn't be associated with this kind of place, so I tried to be

a good student every day, earning praise from teachers and classmates.
I have a bad habit: a strong interest in money transactions.

Ironically, I ended up working in that field when I grew up. But let's leave that aside. Back in junior high, VCDs were all the rage across China. I found some

connections and, as a student, started reselling CDs. You know what kind of content they contained.
Buying low and selling high, I never imagined the market in a school could be so huge.

My understanding of money was quite simple then. My daily gross profit was around a hundred yuan. After maintaining relationships through food and drinks, the net profit was

seventy or eighty yuan. And those boiled skewers outside the school were only one cent each. I was quite happy.

As my small business grew, trouble struck—my first woman. Unfortunately, I

honestly , which is quite embarrassing. Let's call her Yan. This girl has bright eyes and white teeth, and her beautiful eyes sparkle.

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 note, 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 it, 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 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 female classmate I no longer recognized, I prepared to leave, feeling

uneasy, since I wasn't the one who had suffered the loss. 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 wouldn't have been seduced by a thug. She was utterly inept in bed, and noticeably thin.

Back then, I didn't know what an "anal door" 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 transactions surged. Because of my excellent secrecy, I became one of

the few . 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. After that, hearing about

a kid who monopolized half the city's DVD market became just a legend; I just laughed it off.
On a side note, I must say that decisiveness is a good habit of mine. A few days ago, when 783 dropped 8%, I

didn't hesitate to sell heavily, which again drew criticism from many petty people. Even the owners of my portfolio didn't quite understand. But risk

and profit are proportional; let's see who laughs when the market opens on Monday.
My days of intimacy with my senior classmate didn't last long. Due to interference from her original spouse, the settlement of this business deal, and

the clearing of some social relationships, I had to be cautious and discreet. I must admit that there are cunning people

around my senior classmate; she often hangs out with women who have clearly already had sexual relations with me. Inevitably

, she became familiar to me. Plus, with my income, 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 would probably think we were just strangers. 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,

I've seen 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 large mouth and narrow, upturned eyes, resembling immature phoenix eyes. She

's incredibly alluring, but her daily swearing is sharp and cutting. She's unpredictable and always ready to respond to anything. 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 like this when you put it in." As she spoke, she stirred the soup pot with a bamboo skewer. The thug's face turned red.

Qing, then, amidst the raucous laughter of a group of shameless women, fled in panic. I, as if possessed, chimed in, "I

want to try too," and then grabbed a bamboo skewer and started stirring and shoving it in the pot. The group of female hooligans laughed loudly, and a few of the more

perceptive pushed Xiao Hu towards me. That night, I took Xiao Hu to the brothel of some thug next door

.
Miss Hu was exceptionally courageous, a true dragon among women, a phoenix in the world, yet also bound by circumstances. Her parents were divorced, and she had no one to care for her.

As for me, we shared some common ground. My parents, though minor officials, were constantly busy

, traveling between different places. We were both fellow sufferers. I'm not one to pry into other people's private affairs; I only

care about the present and the future. After a few words, we met shirtless, and it truly opened my eyes. Whether it was due to her naturally white pubic hair or her

habit of shaving, her skin was so black it was almost bluish-black, which was an exaggeration. Interestingly, her nipples were also jet black.

This left me, a novice driver, feeling as bewildered and angry as a novice starting on a 45-degree incline.

Ms. 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 humiliated. She stood there, sword in hand, looking around, while I, wrapped in a sheet, was filled with shame and indignation, already knowing

who had taken whom that night.
In the following days, seeing Ms. Hu again stirred a new itch within me, and I couldn't resist trying again. Although I was once again

cleanly and decisively defeated, Ms. Hu was always more innovative, and most importantly, she remained gentle and affectionate,

making me linger and fall into her trap. Afterwards, she would lie on her side next to me and ask strange questions. I could answer some,

but not others. Even now, I can recall most of the questions I couldn't answer. Some people are born with

this knowledge, and Xiao Hu undoubtedly belongs to that category. Question one: Is there absolute attraction between people?

At the time, I thought not. Now, thinking back, if we were a couple on a deserted island, would this

assumption hold true? Xiao Hu is truly amazing.
To get to the point, Xiao Hu is 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; she genuinely enjoyed it. This back-and-forth continued for a short time until

summer vacation arrived. Then I met my nemesis, truly my nemesis, etched into my memory.
During the summer vacation, my mother was invited to Inner Mongolia for an inspection tour, taking me along, bored and restless. The vast grasslands and the sight of

cattle and sheep made me forget everything. The endless green grass like a carpet, the blue sky like a canopy, and

the occasional wisp of the wild animal scent wafting on the wind like needles pricking my nostrils—refreshing and invigorating, making me linger.
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 chat. It turned out to be a teenage boy flirting with a girl—quite amazing. 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 remarkably, 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 bizarre

passage , the alternation of day and night, the changing seasons—became irrelevant. Only my heart and hers mattered. 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 often bittersweet, like the lingering taste of an apricot. Those who haven't loved can't imagine that it's worse to

have nothing at all. 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 my heart as well. After several months apart, Xiao Hu had suddenly grown a head of hair, but her skin was still dark,

her smile radiant—I'd assume she was carefree—and she looked even thinner. Standing near the stalls by the school gate with her

group of girls , she seemed to have matured considerably, possessing a certain womanly reserve.
I don't know why, but the anxieties, joys, and sorrows of summer vacation, seeing her brought me

a much greater 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. 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 period of time.
Every day after school, in the fading light, Xiao Hu and I would chat. 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 things out?"

Xiao Hu's answer was classic: "It's because we watched so much TV growing up—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 backstabbing
? 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 have sex—simple and happy friendships. Under Xiao Hu's tutelage...

Even if it was just her half-hearted flattery, I did have a couple of moments of

heroic spirit ." However, showing off my Goldbach Conjecture in front of Chen Jingrun was extremely unwise. If Xiao Hu were serious, she'd be

the Ximen Chuixue in bed, the Dugu Qiubai in the gentle embrace of love.
The years of junior high were always monotonous and tiring, endless mock exams, endless tests, endless analysis, endless

repetition. The immense pressure and immense temptation of getting into a good high school coexisted. The possibility of exceeding expectations and the possibility of failing were equally present.

School exams provided a basically fair competitive environment—a realization I only came to later in my career. Every industry

dealing is bloody and dirty, just cloaked in the gentle guise of precise calculation.
That year, unsurprisingly, I got into a high school renowned for both its teaching quality and tuition fees, still very 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 wrongdoers never have that right. Xiao Hu lost this right and went to

a relatively far vocational high school to study nursing, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I got it, so I

criticized this exam as utterly ridiculous.
This summer vacation became simple and clear; I had a profound realization about meaning and value.

Youth may be gone, but I'll read books and eat and drink. Just like now.
A tribute to my youth.

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