Having sex wildly in the classroom

Chapter One:
My name is Li Haoxuan.
My mother passed away shortly after I was born, without even having a chance to see me.
When I was eight, my father, driven by poverty, committed his first robbery, accidentally killing someone and landing him in prison.
The day the police arrested him was New Year's Eve.
In the eyes of the villagers, I was a jinx, responsible for my mother's death and my father's imprisonment.
They pointed and spat behind my back, saying I was unlucky.
I crouched behind the door, crying all day, my heart filled with helplessness, fear, and confusion.
I wanted to see my father, so I took the only ten or so yuan we had and went to the county town.
The county town was huge, and I didn't know where my father was being held. I mustered my courage to ask around, but dressed in
rags , no one paid me any attention.
I stayed on the streets of the county town for two days. A stray dog snatched half a chicken leg I had found, and I cried in fear. Just then,
a girl chased the stray dog away with a brick.
Her name was Ding Qian, fifteen years old, seven years older than me. She told me to call her "sister."
After learning about my situation, she told me to come with her, saying she was alone too and it would be good to have company.
Looking at Ding Qian, I, lonely and helpless, felt like I had found a safe haven.
After calling her "sister," I fainted.
When I woke up, I was lying clean on a red bed, with a red rag
doll beside my pillow. The bed smelled wonderful, better than any other scent I had ever smelled.
I told my sister I wanted to see my father. She said that from now on it would just be the two of us, and if I dared to leave
her, she would abandon me and never care for me again.
During those days wandering in the county town, I was terrified. I never wanted to eat food that others had thrown away or trampled on again;
those days were a nightmare.
From then on, I never dared to mention seeing my father again.
My sister was often not home, day or night. I didn't know what she was doing. I was afraid she would abandon me, but when I asked
her, she wouldn't tell me.
Once, my sister got angry when I asked her about it, raised her hand and slapped me. After hitting me, she cried.
From that day on, my sister's work became the second taboo topic between us.
On the third day at her house, my sister came home panting, her face covered in sweat, and there seemed to be a
bruise on her neck. I quickly poured her a glass of water and brought it to her.
She drank the water in one gulp and cursed, "How dare you bully me like this? I'll kill you sooner or later!"
After she finished speaking angrily, she took off the red coat she was wearing and threw it to me.
Then, she slowly took off her black stockings, revealing her tender and lovely little feet and her long, snow-white
legs.
My sister had a great figure, without an ounce of excess fat, just
like the sexy female mannequins on the wall hanging in her bedroom.
But at the same time, I noticed some red marks on her abdomen and back, as if she had been scratched, especially
on her chest, where it seemed like she had been bitten, and there was faint traces of blood seeping out.
I quickly asked my sister what was wrong, if someone had hit her.
My sister glared at me and went back to her bedroom.
I stood helplessly in the living room, cursing myself for meddling and making my sister angry.
A few minutes later, my sister came out of her bedroom, beckoned to me with her finger, and I ran over to her, standing in front of her,
not daring to say a word.
My sister looked at me with a smile.
I lowered my head even further and apologized to my sister, promising never to make her angry again.
My sister squatted down, pinched my chin, and gave me a strange smile. "Xuanxuan, help your sister rub her back,
okay?"
I nodded quickly.
At that moment, I felt that as long as I could help my sister, I would do anything.
My sister helped me take off my clothes.
When she saw my manhood, she stared at it for a few seconds, then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes
were somewhat complicated. Then she pulled me into the bathroom.
My sister's bathroom was beautiful, with a special fragrance.
Warm water flowed over her delicate body, and some bruises on her skin.
I stood beside her, letting the water from my sister splash onto me.
I stared blankly at her as she showered. To be honest, I didn't know what I was looking at; I just
thought she was incredibly beautiful.
Suddenly, she squatted down and started crying, letting the water from the showerhead soak her hair and body. I quickly went to her side and asked what was wrong.
She choked back tears and said it was nothing, just that I needed to scrub her back. She wouldn't let me ask, so I didn't dare. I stood behind her and carefully scrubbed her back. Actually, she was very clean, not dirty at all. I didn't know why she always showered several times after coming back. After I finished scrubbing her back, she turned around and hugged me tightly for several minutes before letting . "Sis, you haven't scrubbed my front yet," I said immediately after she released me. She smiled and shook her head. "No need, let me wash you, okay?" She washed me for a good half hour. The shower gel lathered up nicely, smelling wonderful and making my skin feel smooth, especially when my sister helped me wash up – it felt so good. After she finished, she told me to leave, saying she needed to take a shower. I was very obedient then, immediately leaving and lying on the sofa watching TV. She showered for a long time, and suppressed moans came from the bathroom. When she came out, her face was flushed. Young and naive, I ran to her and asked if she was sick . My sister, blushing, ran back to her bedroom. Perhaps she was careless, because her towel fell down just before she closed the door … I thought her back looked so beautiful! Every few days, my sister would have me shower with her. After she finished, she would stay in the bathroom for a long time, coming out with her face still flushed. I never said anything more. I knew nothing about my sister's situation, and I didn't dare ask. I only knew that she didn't go to school; she said she hated it. However, she encouraged me to study hard and become a promising person. I don't know how my sister did it, but after I had been raised by her for a little over a month, she sent to school. I cried when I saw the tuition fees that my sister had scraped together with her spare change.

I secretly vowed to myself that I would never let my sister down, and that I would be good to her for the rest of my life.
Every night, my sister would hold me as we slept, and I especially loved that feeling, particularly touching her
long, beautiful legs and pressing my face against her chest—it was so warm.
When I was thirteen, I had my first wet dream. After waking up, I vaguely remembered that my sister, Ding Qian, appeared in
my dream.
When she noticed, she grinned mischievously at me, "Xuanxuan's all grown up!"
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to disappear into the ground.
At thirteen or fourteen, I already understood the differences between boys and girls, and after the wet dream, I suggested that my sister and I
sleep separately.
I was a little reluctant. / I could tell
that my sister was reluctant too.
For several years, my sister had been leaving late and returning late, sometimes leaving around nine in the morning and not coming back until three or four in the morning.
I never asked her about it, but my curiosity grew stronger.
Finally, one Saturday, my sister dressed very sexily and went out, and I secretly followed her.
After changing buses several times, she finally walked into a dark alley.
I stood a short distance away and looked around. The alley was lined with small shops, each displaying the four characters
"Foot Massage."
My mind went blank.
Although I'd never been here before, I'd heard it was a place that used foot massage as a front for... you know... You know.
I kept telling myself that my sister definitely didn't work here; she must have
come to see someone or had something urgent to attend to, and she'd be out soon.
But I waited and waited, and my sister didn't come out. Instead, I saw men going in and out, all
looking like they hadn't had enough, pulling up their pants.
My mind started racing, and finally, I couldn't resist and went into the shop my sister had entered.
Pushing open the door, I saw three or four women dressed as alluringly as my sister sitting on the sofa by the door, their long legs
exposed , their full breasts practically bursting out.
After I entered, one of the women paused for a moment, then smiled at me. "Oh, so young and already looking for fun
. Come on, let me serve you, it's free."
With that, she grabbed me with one hand and reached for my genitals with the other.
I shoved her aside and ran inside. I had to find my sister; I had to find her today.
Pushing open the first door, I saw a man with his pants pulled down to his knees, on top of a woman, thrusting up
and down. Although I'd never seen anything like it before, I knew what they were doing.
My mind went blank, but I also felt a strange sense of relief.
My sister wasn't here. Maybe she was gone; I just hadn't seen it.
Amidst the woman's screams and the man's angry shouts, I retreated from that small room.
Just then, another door opened, and a man came out, his arm around my sister.
Her clothes were disheveled, and the man was pulling up his pants.
I stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at my sister.
Ding Qian saw me too; she was also stunned. "Xuanxuan, you… what are you doing here… I…"
My sister tried to explain in a panic, but she couldn't utter a coherent sentence.
I stood there, numb, staring at her…
Suddenly, I felt nauseous. Looking at my sister's body, I felt like throwing up.
I don't know what came over me. I walked step by step to my sister, and just as she was about to speak, I raised my hand
and slapped her across the face. "You're so dirty!"
I yelled, then ran out of the foot massage parlor without looking back.
I ran through the streets like a madwoman.
My sister chased after me, crying and calling my name, but I didn't turn around. I don't
know ; I just wanted to get away from her. She was so dirty.
When I got home, I locked myself in
my bedroom. My sister was outside, and I could hear her crying. "Xuanxuan, let me explain..."
"Dirty, so dirty! I don't have a sister like you, disgusting. I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't have a
sister as dirty as you!" I yelled, sprawling on the bed.
Later, I don't know what she said outside the door, because after I yelled, I pulled the blanket over my head and
covered my ears tightly with my fingers.
I don't know why, but I was so stubborn at the time. I didn't give my sister a chance to explain and even used the most
vicious words to provoke her.
Later, whenever I think about it, I slap myself.
Lying in bed, my soul felt ripped out, a complex mix of emotions swirling within me.
It wasn't until the next morning that I opened my door and left.
At that moment, I thought, I'll tell her I'm leaving, and that will repay her for all the years she's taken
me .
I'm such a fool, a complete and utter fool.
Chapter Three: My Sister's Secret
. I knocked on my sister's door and said through the door, "I'm waiting for you in the living room, I have something to say," and then I
went to the living room.
As soon as I sat down, I saw a piece of paper on the coffee table.
"Xuanxuan, I want to be with you forever. Don't blame me, okay? I'm leaving, I left
some money for your living expenses. Study hard, don't let me down. Xuanxuan, I'm not dirty, really not dirty,
why won't you listen to my explanation?"
There were a few dried water stains on the paper—my sister's tears.
My mind went blank, and panic gripped me. Then, like a madman, I rushed to my sister's bedroom, opened
the door, and found it empty.
The bedroom was still so fragrant and tidy, but her clothes were gone.
My sister was gone, she was really gone.
No, I can't leave my sister, she's everything to me, I can't let her leave me.
I felt like the sky had fallen. I slapped myself hard twice. My sister said she wasn't dirty, she definitely
wasn't dirty, why didn't I listen to her explanation, why did I hit her and yell at her?
No, I can't lose my sister, I can't let her go, I have to find her.
As soon as this thought popped into my head, I rushed out of the house and ran to the foot massage parlor. I rushed in and
immediately shouted for my sister.
The women there said, "So you're Ding Qian's brother, Ding Qian didn't come today."
I stood there, dejected, tears streaming down my face.
Just like when my father was arrested, I felt that same loneliness and helplessness.
One of the women looked at me and sighed, saying, "Your sister has had a hard life. She's suffered so much for you, her brother
. You must treat Ding Qian well in the future."
Self-reproach and regret filled my heart, and I slapped myself several times.
My sister had done so much for me all these years, and I hadn't even given her a chance to explain.
I ran out of the foot massage parlor, frantically searching for Ding Qian on the streets, asking everyone I saw, but no one paid any attention to me
. They all treated me like a madwoman, keeping their distance.
I searched for two days, but I couldn't find her. She seemed to have vanished into thin air, without a trace.
When I got home, I desperately hoped my sister would appear at the door, but she didn't.
I squatted in the living room, filled with remorse. My sister had always cared for and loved me so much. Even if she
had done *that*, so what?
She's my sister, my sister for life.
I hadn't even asked what happened, and I had just berated her for being dirty.
My sister said she wasn't dirty, so she definitely wasn't dirty. I must have misunderstood her.
I felt incredibly guilty. My sister must have had her reasons, and I should have given her a chance to explain, but I had hurt her
deeply .
All she left me with was her aggrieved and heartbroken figure, and her endlessly sorrowful and aggrieved face.
Every time my sister appeared in my mind, my heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.
For the next few days, I locked myself at home. I, who had always been a good student, even learned to smoke.
One afternoon, there was a knock on the door. I rushed over like a madman, hoping it was my sister returning.
A middle-aged woman stood outside. I was disappointed and was about to close the door without saying a word.
"Are you Xiaoxuan? I'm Ding Qian's mother!" she said, sighing.
Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, I froze and looked up again.
"Where's my sister? Do you know anything about her?" I clung to
the middle-aged woman as if I had grasped a lifeline. "
Auntie told me that Ding Qian called this morning and asked me to pass on a message to you."
I quickly asked what my sister said.
"Ding Qian was worried about you being alone. She told me to tell you that if you're capable, go to Shanghai to find her. Once you find
her, she'll never leave you again. If you give up on yourself like this, she'll never appear again." My aunt
's eyes were filled with hope.
I nodded frantically, saying, "Okay, I'll go to Shanghai, right away."
My aunt shook her head, saying, "Ding Qian instructed that you must go based on your own abilities."
Hearing my aunt's words, I was stunned. Go based on my own abilities?
My aunt said, "Only if you get into a good university can you go. Otherwise, you can't go at all. You're still young. Even if
you work , no one there will hire you. So, going to university is the only way." My aunt said this was Ding Qian's
wish.
As for the tuition, she said she would help me.
At that moment, it felt like my soul returned to my body; my dim eyes regained their light.
I asked my aunt for Ding Qian's contact information. I wanted to apologize to her, I wanted to tell her I missed her.
My aunt sighed, saying that Ding Qian had called from a public phone and hadn't left any contact information.
As my aunt spoke, tears streamed down her face. She said Ding Qian hated her and her father, and for so many years, she had
never contacted the family. Only yesterday, out of concern for me, did she reach out for the first time, hoping we
could take care of me.
My aunt cried as she told me that she and Ding Qian's father owed Ding Qian so much, and hoped I could go to Shanghai, find her,
and take care of her.
I nodded heavily, saying I would definitely find Ding Qian and take care of her for the rest of my life.
My aunt wanted me to go with her, to live with her, but I refused. This is my and Ding Qian's home; I
won't leave, and I can't bear to leave, because this place holds my and Ding Qian's most beautiful memories.
My aunt left!
I wiped away my tears forcefully.
Sister, wait for me. I will definitely get into a university in Shanghai and come find you, I definitely will.
Back at school, the sky seemed exceptionally blue, and the air exceptionally fresh!
I studied even harder than before, even taking my books to the toilet. In the high school entrance exam, I achieved
the highest was admitted to the best high school in the county.
I became the bookworm in my classmates' eyes.
For three years of high school, I had only one thing on my mind: studying, studying relentlessly.
Because I knew that only by getting into a university in Shanghai could I find my sister Ding Qian, apologize to her in
person, and take care of her for the rest of my life.
With this strong belief, I persevered through three years of high school.
Walking out of the college entrance exam hall, I smiled. Sister Ding Qian, wait for me, I'm coming to find you!
After the exam results came out, unsurprisingly, my score far exceeded the first-tier university cutoff. I applied to that
century-old prestigious university in Shanghai, and soon I was accepted.
Two months later, I packed my bags and boarded the train to Shanghai alone.
Sister Ding Qian, I'm coming to find you!
Chapter Four: Seeing What I Shouldn't Have Seen
Seeing the crowds and traffic of Shanghai, and the bustling streets, no one knew how
excited .
Sister Qian, Xuanxuan is coming to find you.
I want you to fulfill your promise from five years ago, to stay with me for life, to be my woman!
"This is one of our school's freshmen, so unsophisticated
, obviously from the countryside." "Dirty and an eyesore."
"Is he a beggar?"
"He stinks."
...
Almost everyone who walked past me looked at me with disgust, keeping their distance, their sarcastic
remarks ringing in my ears.
Hearing their words, a surge of anger rose within me, but I forcibly suppressed it.
I bit my lip, clenched my fists, wanting to curse them for their contempt, but I didn't dare.
Before I came to Shanghai, my aunt had repeatedly warned me not to cause trouble, saying that patience brings peace, and compromise brings a
brighter future .
Suddenly, a horn sounded behind me, and a very nice car stopped beside me.
Later, I learned it was a Ferrari.
A girl got out of the car, dressed very sexily, her shoulders and collarbone exposed, a black mini-
skirt revealing her incredibly long and slender legs, exuding an alluring aura.
I couldn't help but swallow hard.
She gave me a look of disgust and disdain, then waved her hand in front of her nose.
Her gesture felt like a slap across my face, burning my cheek.
Just as I was about to turn away, the other car door opened, and another girl stepped out. I froze.
Long, flowing hair, red sunglasses, a tight red t-shirt, and tight denim shorts—
her legs were flawless, like white jade.
My sister
saw this girl, and I couldn't help but call out.
The long-haired girl looked at me, took off her sunglasses, and frowned slightly. "Are you calling me? Do we know each other?"
Her voice was gentle.
"I...I'm sorry, I...I mistook you for someone else." I
was dumbfounded ! After apologizing, I quickly turned and left.
My sister Ding Qian didn't know I was in Shanghai, let alone that I was at this university. How could she possibly be
here?
I smiled bitterly. I must have missed my sister too much.
"Zhishan, why bother with this bumpkin? He's an eyesore." The girl in the short skirt's voice was full of contempt and
mockery .
Hearing her words, my anger flared up instantly. I turned around, squinting
at the girl in the short skirt. Although she was quite pretty, a cold glint appeared on her face.
I immediately knew in my heart that this woman was not to be trifled with. "
Alright, Xia Liu, I think he just mistook me for someone else. Don't be so persistent. Today is our first
day of registration, so behave yourself." The girl named Zhishan gave me an apologetic look, then took the arm of the gossipy
woman and left.
After going through the registration process, I was exhausted and covered in sweat. No one helped me; even
the upperclassmen students all kept their distance.
When I entered the dormitory, my three roommates were already there. I greeted them, but they
ignored .
In class, no one wanted to sit next to me.
I understood; this was reality, stark reality.
Of all the new students, I was the poorest. Everyone else was dressed in their finest clothes,
looking glamorous and stylish, while I stood out so much, still carrying an old, worn-out cell phone—a gift from Ding Qian's mother just before the start of the semester
.
However, I never expected that Zhi Shan and Xia Liu would be in our class.
Through their self-introductions at the beginning of the semester, I learned they were both from Shanghai and came from wealthy families.
I was the poorest and least influential student in the class.
When my classmates learned of my college entrance exam score, they were only shocked for a second before rolling their eyes in unison. "
Bookworm," "country bumpkin," "country bumpkin"—these words tumbled from their mouths.
Xia Liu, in particular, said in front of the whole class that I, this country bumpkin, was already trying to get ahead of myself, like a toad trying to eat swan meat,
without even taking a good look at myself.
The whole class burst into laughter, their eyes filled with contempt.
My impression of Xia Liu was absolutely terrible; just seeing her made me feel disgusted. On the other hand, Zhi Shan
seemed like a good student—polite and attentive in class.
After some time, I realized that in university, it's never about grades, but about background and family
wealth .
And I had none of those!
Faced with their ridicule, I could only endure it. I knew it wasn't easy for me to come to Shanghai for university; it was incredibly difficult.
The exorbitant tuition fees were all paid for by Ding Qian's mother through scrimping and saving.
My purpose in coming here was clear: to find Ding Qian, my sister.
For Ding Qian's sake, I had to endure it.
What did these sarcastic remarks amount to compared to the pain I caused my sister? To get
along with my classmates, I diligently cleaned the classroom and did everything I could for them
, thinking that this would allow me to integrate into their circle.
But I was too naive. All I got in return for my efforts was their even more ruthless exploitation.
Sometimes , I felt incredibly worthless for doing this.
The homeroom teacher made me class monitor because no one was interested in it; they were all
busy dating and having sex.
Teenage boys are restless, and I was no exception. I would sneak glances at the girls in my class, but
all were eye-rolls, insults, and mockery.
Besides Zhishan, there was another girl with a cold appearance named Ouyang Menghan, who was very pretty.
When Zhishan noticed me looking at her, she would only smile slightly, while my face would immediately turn as red as a monkey's bottom.
She looked a lot like Ding Qian, and every time I saw her, my body would react.
As for Ouyang Menghan, her face was particularly cold, and I didn't even dare to look her in the eye.
The cost of living in Shanghai is well-known.
While others were eating and drinking lavishly, with dishes and soups, I could only afford pickled vegetables and steamed buns.
Fortunately, there were work-study opportunities in the school, which I managed to secure, cleaning a lecture hall in the department
and the hallways of our dormitory building.
Five hundred yuan a month was a blessing to me. For more than
a month after the start of the semester, besides studying at school and cleaning, I tried to wander around the streets as much as possible,
hoping to find my sister Ding Qian.
In this vast sea of people, in this international metropolis, without any clues, finding someone is incredibly difficult—like searching for a needle
in a haystack.
I thought my university life would be spent searching for Ding Qian.
One day, after cleaning the lecture hall, I turned off the lights and sat down to rest in a corner chair when the classroom door
was suddenly pushed open.
A man and a woman burst in, embracing and kissing passionately, tearing at each other's clothes.
The woman was Xia Liu.
The man was Hao Minghui, Zhi Shan's boyfriend. He was handsome, from a very wealthy family,
and had become quite a figure within days of the start of the semester, always surrounded by four or five followers.
Xia Liu and Zhi Shan were best friends.
Now Hao Minghui and Xia Liu were actually…
Before I could react, Hao Minghui had already pinned Xia Liu to the table.
I knew I had seen something I shouldn't have, and I wanted to leave, but if I stood up now,
how could they possibly let me go?
In a moment of quick thinking, I gently pulled the curtain beside me to cover my body.
But her eyes still involuntarily drifted towards the two of them.
Chapter Five: Making You Disappear in Shanghai
Xia Liu lay on the conference table, her snow-white thighs wrapped around Hao Minghui's waist.
Hao Minghui kissed Xia Liu's neck, his hands kneading her breasts.
"Minghui, I'm wearing Zhishan's lingerie today, do you like it?" Xia Liu gasped, holding
Hao Minghui 's head tightly against her chest.
Upon hearing this, Hao Minghui seemed to be injected with an aphrodisiac, straightening up and tearing open Xia Liu's clothes,
frantically kissing her lingerie.
Xia Liu's almond-shaped eyes were glazed, her breath coming in gasps!
What a slut!
Watching this scene, I thought it was truly disgusting, Hao Minghui was such a pervert with such a twisted sense of humor, actually…
But to be honest, I was hard, painfully throbbing, after all, this scene was too stimulating.
I hid behind the curtains, barely daring to breathe, but unable to suppress my restless heart and body.
My eyes were fixed on that despicable couple, I knew I was seeing something I shouldn't have seen, but I
couldn't look away.
Hao Minghui pulled down Xia Liu's underwear—no, it should be said that he pulled down Zhishan's underwear off Xia Liu.
Thump…crash…
I don't know if I was too nervous, but my foot bumped into the chair next to me, and my hand trembled, pulling the curtains
open.
Hao Minghui and Xia Liu turned to look at me almost simultaneously.
They had been in the lecture hall for quite some time, and their eyes had long since adjusted to the dimness.
"Ah! Minghui, someone's here!" Xia Liu screamed, quickly getting up from the table and hiding
behind Hao Minghui, grabbing her clothes and frantically putting them on.
"What a damn spoilsport! Who's hiding here peeping? Get out here!" Hao Minghui roared,
rushing over and pulling me out from behind the curtains.
He had just been with Xia Liu, and I had ruined his fun; he was furious and wanted to
vent all his anger on me.
Hao Minghui pulled me out from behind the curtains and punched me in the face.
Having never been in a fight before, I was no match for him. After knocking over several chairs, I lay on the ground,
my mouth watering and blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.
Seeing the enraged Hao Minghui, I was terrified. Hao Minghui wasn't just tall and strong; more importantly, he was rich and powerful,
with many lackeys, and even teachers had to give him some leeway.
And me? I didn't even have a single friend.
The furious Hao Minghui pulled me up from the ground, his eyes glaring at me fiercely. "Tell me,
what did you just see?" His eyes and tone were filled with a chilling intent.
Hearing Hao Minghui's question, my legs trembled, and I didn't dare look him in the eye. "N-nothing...
I didn't see anything."
"Li Haoxuan, it's you, you country bumpkin! What are you doing here?" Xia Liu's expression of panic flashed for a moment when she saw me, then
her eyes flashed with vicious anger, which quickly turned into contempt.
"Minghui, it's alright now that it's him. I thought it was someone else. Even if you gave him a million lives, he wouldn't dare tell anyone about
this ." Xia Liu glanced at me dismissively, calmly straightening her clothes.
I understood. If it were anyone else, this slut Xia Liu might be wary, afraid of airing their dirty secret
. But she utterly despised me. In her eyes, I was just a bumpkin, not even
worthy to carry her shoes.
Hao Minghui asked Xia Liu who I was.
Xia Liu told him I was that bumpkin from Hebei.
Hao Minghui said "Oh," and then dismissively pushed me away, clapping his hands as if my
clothes had dirtied them.
"Kid, listen up, if you dare utter a single word, I'll make you disappear from Shanghai!"
Hao Minghui finished speaking, then put his arm around Xia Liu's slender waist and walked out.
Xia Liu swayed her hips, clinging to Hao Minghui's arm, her head resting on his shoulder.
Originally, I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, Xia Liu kept talking as they walked, saying that this country bumpkin
tried to get close to Zhishan from the very first day, calling her "Sister Zhishan," and later kept trying to take advantage of her. He was like a toad trying to eat swan meat;
if it weren't for her protecting Zhishan, who knows how much I would have taken advantage of her.
Hao Minghui, who had only taken a few steps, immediately stopped, turned around, pushed Xia Liu aside, and kicked me in the stomach
. I stumbled back a few steps, clutching my stomach and bending over.
Hao Minghui grabbed me again and punched me in the face. This punch was even harder than the last one; my nose
started bleeding.
I heard that Hao Minghui used to practice Taekwondo and was quite skilled at it.
I fell to the ground, unable to get up. Hao Minghui wouldn't let me go. He squatted down, relentlessly punching and slapping me in the face and
body .
"You poor bastard, daring to lay a finger on Zhishan! Today I'll cripple you! Let me tell you, you're not even worthy of a glance at my
woman !"
Xia Liu, that slut, stood to the side, watching with relish, occasionally kicking me in the face.
"I...I didn't, I didn't lay a finger on Zhishan, I didn't!" My words were repeatedly
interrupted by Hao Minghui's slaps.
They said I was lying, and the beating became even more violent.
I felt dizzy, as if my body was floating.
Later, Xia Liu pulled Hao Minghui away, saying that giving me a lesson was enough. A country bumpkin like him, Zhishan
would have to be blind to even look at him. With this lesson, she doubted he would dare to do it again.
After Xia Liu finished speaking, she spat on my face.
Disgusting, but I didn't have the strength to wipe it off.
"If you dare tell anyone about this, you know the consequences." Hao Minghui kicked me before standing
up , straightening his clothes, and then, with his arm around Xia Liu and his hand on her buttocks, they left, pressed tightly together.
After they left, tears streamed down my face, my heart filled with endless grievances and humiliation.
You two, you shameless couple, coming here looking for thrills without even checking if anyone was around, just coming and doing it, I
couldn't , and you blame me? Why did you have to bully me like this
? My body aches, my head is spinning, and my nose is bleeding everywhere. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [咸湿
小说] and reply with the number 30 to continue reading the exciting story!) As the saying goes, a person lives for their reputation, a tree lives for its bark, and
now, I truly have no dignity left. But I have to endure it. I believe that with Hao Minghui's power,
he can definitely make me disappear.
I still need to find Ding Qian, I still need to find my sister, all of this, I have to endure.
So, this matter can only remain buried in my stomach.
After lying on the ground for more than twenty minutes, I finally felt a little better and slowly got up.
Enduring the pain, I wiped the blood clean. I didn't want to lose this job, and I
couldn't afford to; otherwise, I'd have no food.
As I wiped the blood, I noticed a
small, beautiful, and seemingly precious silver butterfly where the two had been doing their business.
It must have fallen from Xia Liu's underwear, because I had seen
a similar , though back then, it was just plastic.
I gave a bitter smile and put the silver butterfly in my pocket. Only
after making sure the classroom floor was clean did I drag my aching and exhausted body away.
Although this wasn't the first time I'd been beaten, this was definitely the most humiliating experience I'd ever had—a
silent, unbearable humiliation. For the first time, I experienced reality: in today's society, without ability or
money, only academic achievements, you're just a piece of trash in other people's eyes; no one will even look at you. Due to limited space, follow
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University is completely different from high school. In high school, if students fight, the school will intervene, the dean of students will intervene,
but in university, nobody cares. They just collect their salaries and attend their classes.
Realistic, ruthless, indifferent!
On the way back to the dormitory, the wind blew on my face, it hurt! I could feel that my face was at least three times swollen.
"Li Haoxuan, stop, I need to talk to you." Just as I reached the dormitory building, Xia Liu, wearing
clothes torn by Hao Minghui, suddenly appeared in front of me.

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