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"---Would you rather be a coward for life, or a hero just once, even if only for a few seconds?" Raindrops slid incessantly from the brim of my hat, tapping against my cheeks, pulling me back to reality from my daydreams. The vast playground was washed a deathly gray by the sudden downpour, the faded red flag stuck in the center of the faded stage, and the equally faded students sat silently, expressionless, as if they had all returned to the modern era.

One man's predicament, the autumn rain's bitter sound.

"Students, the school committee leaders are very worried about your health. Please return to your dormitories as soon as possible and resume your normal routines..." Tang Diana's clear, cold voice echoed across the playground. As the president of the second-year student council, she was the best bridge between the Rongzhong school committee and the striking students. Although she carefully controlled her tone, I still caught the signature slight sneer at the end of her sentence—she was mocking us.

Tang Diana always prided herself on being a talented woman. In addition to serving as a student leader, she also organized the Rongzhong Autumn Sounds Society, specializing in incorporating sound, light, and electricity into poetry and songs. Since the age of twelve, she has read over 100,000 words daily, ranging from *Ulysses* to *Summer of Bubbles*. Yet, she refuses to read Bernstein, instead plastering her bedroom with the logo of the Fourth International. Talking to her about nonviolent non-cooperation is a joke. I know perfectly well that at this moment, she's just putting on an act. She doesn't think our confrontation with the school committee is futile; she's just mocking our low-level methods.

On one hand, broadcasting the strike live on D8 is nothing to brag about—from 10 AM until now, aside from a few comments and some minor criticisms, there have been no other messages, only occasional suggestive images, pushing my high-level account to the brink of a ten-day cycle.

On the other hand, although students are still diligently reporting the incident on Weibo, the official Weibo account of Rongzhong High School has more followers than our entire graduating class, and their comment control and flooding are seamless. Our futile efforts are utterly unworthy of the school committee's scorn.

After much back and forth, the disgruntled students of Rongzhong Middle School could only retreat to their online communities for self-consolation, helplessly and frequently repeating "May Secretary Fang die soon," truly a bunch of losers.

I, of course, bear the primary responsibility for this stalemate. A month ago, I was smugly pleased with myself for securing a spot as an activist; now, I've become the culprit behind the entire first-year students' strike, a thorn in the side of the school's Party Secretary. If this stalemate continues, I'll inevitably be expelled, and at that point, I'll have to pay sponsorship fees to the neighboring Shangjiang International School.

The cause of the strike is actually quite simple: school merger, relocation, and property sales. Officially, to implement the provincial education department's directive to balance educational resources, Rongzhong Middle School, ranked first in the province for teacher quality, merged with Longmingshan Middle School, which had consistently been at the bottom. Longmingshan Middle School, known as the new Panda Paradise, was naturally overjoyed, solemnly displaying the license for a branch of Rongzhong Middle School, seemingly ready to reopen. Developers, drawn by the news, were eager to build school district housing on the cornfields of Longming Mountain. Slogans like "Half an acre of corn for a school place" were plastered overnight throughout Longming Mountain and surrounding villages.

This old trick of collusion between schools and businesses was hardly worth mentioning; after all, locals knew what level Longming Middle School was. If everything went smoothly, without any ill-informed media reports, the storm would have quickly passed. But the Rongzhong school committee was utterly incompetent. They probably misjudged the situation while drinking with the developers, mistaking 1573 for 1664, and actually decided to swap the first-year students of Rongzhong and Longming Middle School to demonstrate Rongzhong's spirit of treating everyone equally. I don't know if Longming Middle School students will be satisfied with the cinema in front and the barbecue and bar street behind; but I'm sure none of my Rongzhong classmates want to go up the mountain to feed pandas. Everyone has two hands; they still want to stay in the city like dead dogs.

This news wasn't announced until after evening self-study yesterday via the school broadcast. That night, no one slept. Encouraged by the entire dormitory, I toiled away on the balcony piled high with sneakers, writing a scathing denunciation without a single stroke of the pen. It denounced the school committee for abusing public opinion, and I even boldly signed my name at the end before posting it on Rongzhong's Baidu Tieba forum. While my writing style was certainly not as refined as Tang Diana's, in terms of venomous language, twelve Tang Dianas bundled together couldn't match my skill.

The next day, on my way to morning self-study, I found the bulletin board in front of the Moral Education Building plastered with big-character posters. My denunciation was displayed in the very center, with a summary written in chalk:

---First-year student Yan Gang protests against Rongzhong School Committee!

The large exclamation mark at the end made me dizzy. At this point, I had no time to resent the idiot in the bunk above me who had encouraged me to sign my name. I only hoped that many students in this year's class were named Yan Gang, so they wouldn't receive the school committee's precise "care" before even moving campuses.

"Hey, Gang-ge, you're famous now!"

The fat guy across the crowd waved at me, an exaggerated smile on his face, as he struggled to squeeze towards me.

This guy was the last person I wanted to see right now—Hu Yi, the sponsored transfer student from Lengjiang Middle School, the biggest academic failure of the year, a perennial truant. Last month, I was on duty and recorded him for being late four times, so he threatened to have someone beat me up, telling me to be prepared, but nothing happened until today. If I were expelled because of this rant, he'd probably be ecstatic.

Seeing that I ignored him, Hu Yi remained expressionless, laboriously shoving one fat hand into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled Marlboro, and handing it to me: "Looking all gloomy this early in the morning, want one?" I stared intently into his eyes, seemingly unable to detect any schadenfreude. Even so, I still coldly told him to get lost.

"You don't even smoke? I don't know what the point of life is." Hu Yi shrugged helplessly, his ugly triangular eyes gleaming with regret. "You're still too naive. Back in my day—" "Smoking too much made me impotent." I sneered.

"What's there to be afraid of? I don't even have a girlfriend." Hu Yi laughed nonchalantly, putting his cigarette back in the box and pressing his hand on his undulating six-in-one abs. "But you, all you do is fawn over Sister Cheng, swaying back and forth, up and down—" "Shut up. I don't have time for your nonsense."

I stopped arguing with him and turned to go upstairs. Whether he still gets people to beat me up or not, I'm already prepared to get someone to beat him up. My relationship with Vice Chairman Le Cheng is definitely a Achilles' heel for us. If it's exposed in public, we can only escape as quickly as possible.

Luckily, I was standing on the outer edge of the crowd. Everyone was still focused on the content of the protest against the school committee's article and didn't have time to listen to this guy's nonsense. Hu Yi, not content with that, continued shouting behind me,

"Gang-ge, you're going to get expelled! I'll take care of Cheng-jie for you..." Before I could even settle back in the classroom, Vice Principal Tan barged in, ordering me to immediately summon student leaders from each class to arrange public opinion work and appease the students. When I appeared at the door of the other class wearing a red armband, the students greeted me with enthusiastic applause, a stark contrast to their usual scathing attitude during hygiene inspections. But when I explained that my purpose was simply to summon the class leaders, disappointed hisses followed. The pent-up emotions were like a flickering wildfire in the night, brewing a violent explosion.

Being in the eye of the storm, how could I not understand what everyone was thinking? Last night, I listened to "Beijing Night" on repeat for two hours.

Rongzhong has always neglected ideological education; the students lack both dedication and respect for authority, so relying on class leaders to guide public opinion is basically useless. Vice Principal Tan, unaware or feigning ignorance, continued to convey the school committee's message with a pained expression. He stood on the podium, his voice hoarse, while dozens of students below were listless.

After the task was assigned, everyone joined the Feixin group and returned to their classes, leaving Le Cheng and me to clean up the messy bulletin board.

I always cherished our time alone with my girlfriend, whether in the weekend study room or on the university town's commercial street, we never hesitated to pour out our passionate love for each other. But at this moment, highly stressed, I couldn't comfortably enjoy her warm palm.

"You noticed too, everyone actually has some expectations of you."

Le Cheng's soft little hand gently squeezed mine, as if trying to transfer strength to me.

"So what? I just spoke some harsh truths and vented the anger of the whole grade."

The school committee's decisions are never changed because of the opposition of one or two people. I lowered my head, unwilling to meet her gaze. Her eyes possessed the unique gentleness of a young woman from Shangjiang, her pupils dark and bright, utterly pure, like a clear mirror judging the world. And at this moment, I didn't want to see myself in her eyes at all.

"You need to understand, the students elected you as their representative not so you could relay the school committee's instructions." Le Cheng pinched me hard, her voice tinged with anger. "To swallow your anger in the face of infringement, only daring to vent your emotions online, and then leading the compromise with school leaders offline—is that your style? What did you say during your campaign?" "Times have changed. This matter is too risky. In the end, I still can't bear to give up... my student status." I turned my face away, trying my best to calm myself down, not wanting her to see my weakness. "Besides, cheap support in the virtual world is unreliable. Two hundred replies to my post doesn't mean that two hundred people actually support me—" "Yes, they do. I already coordinated with them last night."

Le Cheng suddenly smiled slyly, the cloud between her eyebrows instantly dissipating, a faint blush appearing on her fair oval face.

"Coordinated? You mean—" I was somewhat puzzled.

"Don't forget, I'm the president of the Rongzhong BL Club. I've mobilized all the BL fans in every class." Le Cheng's tone was calm as water, as if she were talking about something unimportant. "Last night, after your manifesto was published, all four of my BL fan groups exploded. Everyone discussed it for ten minutes, saying that such a venomous writing style must not belong to a straight man, and that we must respond to your call no matter what, to protect Rongzhong's only queen of the bottom—" I let go of her small hand as if I had lost consciousness, and fell silent as a mouse.

"---So, we've decided to use the 9:50 flag-raising time to collectively boycott classes and sit in protest against the Rongzhong school committee on the playground." Le Cheng said smugly, without lowering her voice at all, completely unconcerned about whether there were passersby or even school leaders around.

Indeed, it was my turn to preside over the flag-raising ceremony today, and I had the opportunity to control the microphone. With just one signal, the BL fans could take the stage.

I lowered my head and silently took out my phone. Vice Principal Tan was still shouting hoarsely in the Feixin group, trying to convey some positive energy to the class leaders. However, he was the only one speaking the entire time; the others didn't even bother with a thumbs-up emoji, silently enjoying this one-man show.

Le Cheng, no longer wasting words, dragged me straight to the notice board. A section of the text had been erased—more precisely, the top half of the character "罡" (gang) had been erased—it now read: "High school freshmen are solemnly protesting against the Rongzhong school committee.

" "Stern Gang—no, solemn, the will of the people cannot be defied!" Le Cheng flashed in front of me, standing on tiptoe, her big eyes flashing with a high-frequency electric shock.

Sex melts away the cowardice inherent in a virgin's nature; to put it crudely, a woman makes a man a man. If there hadn't been a camera, I would have definitely cupped her face and kissed her passionately, just like last Saturday.

Until last Saturday, I was still a virgin who had spent sixteen years in my study, masturbating twice a week. Although many people choose to lose their virginity with their lovers during the summer after the college entrance exam, Le Cheng and I didn't have that kind of patience. In her words, she liked me because she couldn't see a future with me; every day was a new kind of scumbag—that's unfair, but I really hadn't made any future plans with her.

Our relationship was very simple. Three days after the election, we went to interview the new local notables of Zhulinba Third Village together. While organizing the manuscripts, we admired each other's writing skills. After chatting for a while, we discovered that we were just as cynical as each other, even using the same strategy of pretending to be approachable. After chatting all night, my dorm got six points deducted, and her phone was confiscated by the dorm supervisor for a day. To make up for her being offline for a day while playing mobile games, I offered to go see the newly released movie "Cloud Atlas" with her, and bring two servings of spicy hot pot.

Naturally, Le Cheng said it wouldn't be polite to refuse, and then ate my serving right in front of me.

"What's yours is mine, and what's mine is always mine." I don't want to admit it, but she looked really cute when she pouted.

Le Cheng frankly admitted that she had always liked basketball star players who were over 185cm tall and had no interest in men with glasses.

But for me, she was willing to moderately modify her aesthetic sense. I must admit, I don't like cute girls either, especially those with wispy bangs. Having never been confessed to by a girl before, I didn't know how to reject her.

Strangely enough, we embraced in a corner of the playground after school, exchanged our first kiss in a blind spot of the library, and tried sex in an abandoned classroom without surveillance. When I first hugged a woman other than my family, I ejaculated without warning, wanting to melt my entire body into her warm, soft form. It wasn't until she casually pulled off my belt that I came to my senses.

She said she wanted to know what "jade maiden playing the flute" meant in BL novels. So a row of teeth marks were left on my glans.

She said she wanted to know what it felt like for my grandfather to bend an iron ball during his morning exercise. So my scrotum was bent until it was burning hot.

She said she wanted to know what it felt like to be loved. So I began earnestly searching for the entrance, my swollen, hard weapon wandering back and forth in a fishy-smelling dark forest.

She said she was scared. It was the first time I'd faced a crying girl alone. I didn't know whether to kiss away her tears first, or pull out my rusty penis.

"You'll always be good to me, right?" Le Cheng clung tightly to me, curled up in my warm embrace, tears streaming down her face.

"I'll protect you, I won't let anyone bully you." I lowered my head and kissed her slightly greasy hair, caressing her bare back.

Naked, we were overflowing with a blissful despair, entangled between dusty, dilapidated tables and chairs, like an obscene and absurd dream. On the half-missing blackboard, there were still chalk marks left to erase: 0 days until the college entrance exam. That was our foreseeable doom.

From that day on, my world lost its protective shell. The power transmitted from my vagina was enough to allow me to calmly face all the challenges of the world, no longer needing to deceive myself. On the basketball court, I became increasingly selfish, starting to be criticized for never passing to others, until I began sitting on the bench. Le Cheng remained cheerful as always, but she never spoke to me again. Boys flaunted their flirtatious behavior, while girls buried their pain deep inside.

Unfortunately, I didn't understand this then—until many years later, when Le Cheng was no longer in my world, I finally understood what I had done.

I was never as strong as I imagined. Without my lover's support, I would never have initiated a strike.

9:50 was supposed to be the time for the flag-raising ceremony speech, and this week it was Class 1 of Grade 11's turn, with Tang Diana as the speaker, unsurprisingly. According to procedure, I should have handed the microphone to her after the ceremony. But I held onto the microphone, waiting for the other classes to gradually disperse. I ignored Tang Diana, wearing a sash and holding her prepared remarks, glaring at me repeatedly; she must have wanted to question what had gotten into her.

"Grade 11 students, this may be our last time participating in the flag-raising ceremony at Rongzhong!" I tried to lower my voice, creating a somber atmosphere. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tang Diana; she only paused slightly before giving a dismissive smile.

All of this was within her expectations.

"Tell me, students, are you willing to go to Longming Mountain?" I glanced at the furious Vice Principal Tan and the large group of student affairs officers rushing over, and quickened my pace.

The students' answers resounded through the sky.

"Yan Gang, do you know what you're doing..." Vice Principal Tan tried to rudely snatch the microphone, but his monstrous physique made him completely agile, and I easily dodged his short arms.

Looking at the boiling crowd, I knew all words were superfluous. Before the officers could cut off the power to the speakers, I shouted with all my might:

"Strike!"

I nonchalantly handed the microphone to Tang Diana, turned around, and jumped off the platform, leaving Vice Principal Tan standing there with nowhere to vent his anger. I quickly ran to the center of the playground, and wherever I went, I heard the piercing howls of the boys:

"Strike! Strike!"

"Brother Gang is awesome!"

Le Cheng, who was well-prepared, led a group of girls and unfurled a banner that had been hidden somewhere beforehand:

"Better to attend a vocational school than go to Longming Mountain!"

After a brief uproar, the first-year students, following instructions from members of the BL (Boys' Love) club, began a sit-in.

The second-year classes gradually returned to their classrooms, as it didn't concern them, and no one had coordinated with other graders beforehand. Dozens of school security guards and student affairs officers sparsely surrounded the playground, creating a self-deceptive standoff. The homeroom teachers remained where they were, attempting to persuade the students, but with predictable results.

I sat in the middle of the playground, surrounded by people, my deep-seated desire to perform was greatly satisfied. In any case, there was no turning back now. Either Rongzhong would give in, or I would be expelled.

Just as I was struggling with this decision, my homeroom teacher, Feng Yi, walked towards me through the crowd, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion. To be honest, Yi is a good person. He explains physics clearly and is well-liked by us. But teachers and students are ultimately not part of the same community, and with conflicting interests, he can only obey the school committee. My greatest hope for him is that he

flatters his superiors without bullying his subordinates. "Gang, you've completely disgraced Feng Baibai." Yi sat down in front of me and sighed deeply.

"Teacher Feng, I'm sorry. But I can't betray the trust of my students, or my own conscience." I raised my voice, beginning to pressure my mentor with a high-sounding tone.

I've always despised moral blackmail and grandstanding, but now there's no better way.

"Fine, you have a conscience, everyone has a conscience, only Feng Baibai has no conscience." Yi gave a bitter smile, patted my shoulder, "Fine, whether you go to Longming Mountain or not, I have no choice but to go." As a homeroom teacher, with the instigator of the strike under his jurisdiction, Yi's career is probably over. The thought of such an outstanding young teacher being relegated to a branch school or assigned to oversee a lab filled me with shame, making me hesitant to look him in the eye.

"Alright, everyone only gets young once." Yi stood up, no longer looking at me, but instead focusing his gaze on the red flag on the platform, then on the gray sky.

"To be honest, when Feng Baibai was young, he was just like you. Now, although his health isn't what it used to be, his mind is still that age." He suddenly smiled with relief, nodding at me:

"No matter the outcome, you have to grit your teeth and persevere."

Perhaps I was too naive; he was just envious of me.

Yi took a deep breath and walked towards the cafeteria without looking back, his slightly hunched figure gradually disappearing into the sea of school uniforms.

I stared blankly at the sky, unable to see what he saw. A tear fell onto my face, stinging painfully.

It started to rain.

[The End]

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