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... 　　He scrambled out of bed in a flurry, not even bothering to put on his slippers, and rushed barefoot 　　to the phone. His movements were so loud he almost knocked the receiver over. "Hello, hello!" 　　"Hey, why are you shouting so loudly on the phone? It's me, Fang Tongtong. You just woke up?" 　　He wiped the smear of sleep from his eyes and glanced at the clock. "Damn... it's already past eleven? Oh 　　... I didn't sleep well last night." 　　"Hehe, what's wrong? Insomnia? Because of me?" 　　He immediately scoffed, "Just playing games and didn't notice the time." 　　"Okay, okay, whatever you say. Then hurry up and get ready, I'm leaving right now, 　　I'll be there in half an hour. I can just come upstairs and knock on the door, so you don't come before you've even washed your face." 　　He quickly looked at his reflection on the TV screen. "Let me tell you, I can get out the door in five minutes. 　　I'll wait for you for half an hour, or I'm going to go play StarCraft." 　　“No, no,” Fang Tongtong seemed to remember something, “I… I’m slow, you’ll have to wait ten more 　　minutes, no, twenty more minutes.” 　　“It’ll be twelve o’clock already! If you don’t come, I won’t even get to eat at my aunt’s.” 　　“I said I’ll definitely come. If I don’t, I… I’m a coward.” Fang Tongtong 　　said solemnly on the phone, “I’ll buy food on the way, don’t worry about it, you won’t starve. By the way, does your home phone have caller ID 　　?” 　　“Yes. What’s up?” 　　“This is my home phone number, quickly grab your phone book and write it down. Not many people in the class know it, do 　　n’t tell anyone, understand? I’m going out, see you in a bit.” 　　*Click*, before he could reply, the other end had already hung up. 　　This was the first time he’d received a call from a girl, not about school matters. He stared at the phone 　　for a while, then, as if remembering something, ran to get his phone book. Carefully flipping through 　　a few pages from the back, he meticulously copied down Fang Tongtong's number in a place unlikely to be noticed by his friends. 　　In less than five minutes, he had washed his face, brushed his teeth, and gotten dressed. Because Fang Tongtong was coming, he didn't dare 　　wear his usual underwear and fan to play games at home. After a moment's thought, he plugged in the air conditioner, turned it on, 　　closed the windows, and changed into a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length shorts. For someone who always felt hot, this appearance shouldn't be too 　　bad, right? 　　Looking at his watch, he rushed into the bathroom, without taking his books or Game Boy, and diligently performed a bowel movement at record 　　speed, taking three minutes. 　　For the next ten minutes, his mind was filled with all sorts of 　　erotic scenes from novels, comics, anime, and porn. 　　For example, Fang Tongtong might accidentally stumble upon his collection of pornographic content and become aroused; she might accidentally click on 　　a pornographic movie on his computer and become aroused; or she might be eating with him and suddenly become aroused while looking at him… Realizing 　　that 　　it wasn't good for him to be filled with erotic fantasies on Fang Tongtong's first visit, he struggled for a 　　moment and made a difficult decision. 　　He rushed into the bedroom, grabbed a random adult comic book, and quickly masturbated. 　　Sure enough, his aroused penis calmed down considerably after he finished masturbating. Satisfied, he pulled up his underwear, 　　crumpled up some toilet paper, threw it in the trash can, then picked it up again, ran to the toilet, and flushed it down the toilet. 　　"Phew…" He squatted in front of the TV cabinet, rummaging through the drawers until he pulled out all the pirated PS discs 　　. The King of Fighters games he played with his classmates were useless; the games he usually played to appease his cousin were mostly childish 　　games with strings of Japanese katakana, which Fang Tongtong probably wouldn't be interested in. 　　If all else fails, I'll just play those horror games for her to watch, like watching an interactive horror movie. 　　While racking his brains for ways to fill the time after she arrived, there was a knock at the door. 　　"Coming!" he shouted, startling even himself, rushing to open the door. 　　He bumped into the coffee table on the way, the pain almost bringing tears to his eyes. 　　Seeing his grimacing face, Fang Tongtong pouted her bright red lips, which looked like they'd been painted. 　　"What's wrong? Don't you want to see me?" 　　"No, no, no, I bumped into the table, it hurts," he quickly explained, letting her in. 　　Sunday evening self-study wasn't mandatory for school uniforms, a rare 　　opportunity for casual wear, much like during secret tutoring sessions. But in his memory, Fang Tongtong had never dressed like this at school before. 　　At least, she had definitely never worn a skirt to class before. 　　Seeing her carrying a flat schoolbag, it was clear she was going directly to school with him from here. Tonight would 　　be the first time she'd dressed like this in the classroom. 　　Hmm… not bad, but she certainly didn't look like a high school sophomore. 　　Her hair was simply tied in a long ponytail, adorned with a double orchid-shaped hair accessory, and 　　the small hair clip holding up her bangs was a delicate design. From the side, reflecting the light, he could confirm that Fang Tongtong was wearing very light 　　lipstick, but that was the only makeup he could recognize. 　　Her short-sleeved V-neck top was cinched at the waist with a wide belt, and beneath the flowing knee-length skirt were a pair of firm 　　, straight legs. Perhaps from swimming a lot in the summer, her skin had a healthy hue. On her 　　left ankle, she wore a delicate anklet, which immediately drew his gaze, and he unconsciously noticed 　　her toenails painted a vibrant rose-red, like flower petals. 　　Yu Bei wouldn't dare to paint like that; in the class, you could count on one hand the number of students who completely disregarded the head of the teaching department. 　　Fang Tongtong, on the other hand, was definitely the thumb of that hand.

"Are you stupid? What are you standing there for? Help me carry these things to the kitchen, hurry up." It looked quite hot outside. Fang Tongtong
bent down to put down the heavy plastic bag and wiped her sweat with her arm.
Her short-sleeved shirt had particularly short sleeves, except for the two shoulder panels which looked long, and the cuffs were very loose. When she raised her arm like that,
a patch of white armpit with a few fine hairs was immediately exposed to him, making his eyes glaze over, and his lower abdomen
tightened instantly.
"What are you standing there for?" Fang Tongtong looked at him a little angrily, "My fingers are numb from carrying this up here,
can't you help me carry it to the kitchen?"
Provoked by her coquettish tone, he quickly went over and grabbed the plastic bag and put it in the kitchen.
"It's so heavy, why didn't you tell me to come down and get it for you?" He took out the vegetables and meat one by one
. "Wow... how much did you buy? Can we even finish it?"
"I don't know how much you eat. It would be so embarrassing if we didn't get enough to eat." Fang Tongtong followed him into the kitchen,
skillfully pulled out the cutting board and knife, glanced at the refrigerator, and slammed it shut. "I didn't buy any staple food. Don't
tell me you don't even have rice."
He pointed to the cabinet above the gas stove. "Here it is. I'll find the rice cooker for you."
She wasn't shy at all. She went over, opened the door, and looked at the large plastic box of rice inside.
She asked casually, as if she were at home, "How much do you usually eat per meal?"
"A big bowl, maybe two if the food is good." He took out the rice cooker and then stood there dumbfounded.
Fang Tongtong, reaching diagonally upwards to take the box, once again showed him her loose sleeves.
This time, it wasn't just his armpits that were exposed, but also a more beautiful sight in front—the thin straps of a tank top, and a patch
of skin much whiter and more delicate than his arms and legs.
He was 100% certain that it was a small patch on the side of the base of his breast.
(Thirteen)
"What are you standing there for? Get me my apron. This is the first time I'm wearing this outfit today, and I don't want to get it dirty."
Fang Tongtong's words finally woke Zhao Tao, whose face was burning.
In that instant, countless impulsive images flashed through his mind, and those different actions all
pointed to one end—to pull Fang Tongtong's panties off her skirt.
Every boy has a beast hidden inside him.
Zhao Tao finally believed this saying and quickly turned around to get the hanging apron.
Completely oblivious to his odd behavior, Fang Tongtong hummed a pop song by Stefanie Sun, skillfully setting up
the cutting board by the sink. While tidying up, she asked, "Zhao Tao, is there anything you don't eat?"
He quickly replied, "Cilantro and green peppers, I don't eat either of those."
"Oh... I should have asked you first." Fang Tongtong pulled out a small bunch of cilantro, snapped it in half, and threw it into the trash
can. "What a waste."
"You can eat it even if I don't," he said casually, his eyes glued to her cuffs
, trying to find that mysterious sight again.
"If you don't like it, I won't make it. Anyway, I'm not picky."
Judging from her movements, it certainly wasn't the kind of tomato and egg stir-fry or noodles that girls who claim to be good cooks usually make.
If her goal was to showcase her virtuous wife and motherly side, then she had succeeded brilliantly.
Unconsciously, Zhao Tao's gaze shifted from the cuffs, which he hadn't been able to find an opportunity to look at, to her busily moving arms
.
Such a scene was a rare sight at home throughout the year. Even when his parents came back from the Northwest for vacation, it
was usually his father who cooked.
His heated emotions gradually calmed down. He leaned closer and asked, "Need any help?"
"No, no, what business is a grown man like you in the kitchen?" She raised her hand and playfully flicked a wad
of five-spice powder into his nose, making him turn around and sneeze three or four times. She laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Go play
games, I'll call you when you're done."
"I don't really want to play anything, I'll keep you company." He rubbed his nose and asked, "How come you're such a good cook?
I remember you don't have a younger brother, do you?"
Among his close classmates, the girls who could actually cook were usually the eldest child in their families. The only only daughter who
could cook was said to be best at fried rice.
"The housekeeper I hired is a great cook, but she's a real nag. She's a distant relative, and she keeps nagging
me, saying things like, 'These days, girls can't even cook, how can any man not run away?'" Fang Tongtong mimicked the housekeeper
's dialect, describing it vividly. "When she got annoyed, I said I'd give it a try, and it turns out I really enjoy
cooking. Food I make myself is always the best for my taste, and before I knew it, I'd learned to cook all my favorite dishes."
She chopped meat with one hand, tossed her hair with the other, and said with a grin, "Let me tell you,
there aren't many girls like me who can cook and love cooking. Don't miss out!"
He hesitated, unsure how to directly address the topic, then changed the subject, asking, "What are you planning to make?"
"I'll stir-fry some mutton, make some meatball soup, and braise some shiitake mushrooms and bok choy. That should be enough for us. If you
want more, we can heat it up after evening self-study." She glanced at him sideways. "Really? Or should I go back a little later
and heat it up for you here?"
"We can just eat together tonight and then go over." He blurted out almost without thinking. "
Why go to school so early?"
The corners of her lips immediately curved into a smile. "Don't you have regular dinner buddies before evening self-study?
It's not good to stand them up, is it?"
It might not be good, it might seem like he'd forget his friends for the sake of a pretty girl, but unfortunately, he had already left them at the internet
cafe and missed his StarCraft date. "When can't I eat with them? We see each other all the time."
"Forget your friends for the sake of a pretty girl." She smiled smugly and pinched his nose with her chopsticks. "Luckily, I'm the pretty one,
otherwise I would have poked your nose and scolded you."
Looking at the bright eyes in front of him, he was momentarily dazed.
It glows, it's filled with focus, it reflects my image as if it holds the whole world within it... Is this the
kind of gaze someone has fallen in love with? Is it such a blissful thing to be looked at by such eyes?
Something in my heart seems to melt away completely. He leans closer, moves his dry lips, wanting to say something
to respond to her fervor.
As a result, a piece of slightly spicy and fragrant mutton was stuffed into his mouth, accompanied by Fang Tongtong's expectant voice:
"Try it, try it, try it quickly, is it delicious?"
"Uh... hot..."
(XIV)
Better than her father's cooking, better than her aunt's cooking, even... it made Zhao Tao
feel like his grandmother was still alive.
This was his final evaluation of the meal.
Satisfied, he patted his belly, and he thought without exaggeration that he could eat this kind of cooking for a lifetime
without getting tired of it.
His long-held stereotypical impression of Fang Tongtong collapsed, and the shadows of other girls
were no match for her strong possessiveness, all leaving his heart.
Even her loud and boisterous manner, which he used to despise the most, has now transformed into a lively and cheerful persona.
With her, there is no need to worry about awkward silences. A simple lunch, two dishes and a soup, took almost an hour to eat
.
He had no doubt that if Fang Tongtong were to write him the note from last time right now, he would completely
forget about Meng Xiaohan and immediately write down a string of "okay, okay, okay."
But watching Fang Tongtong washing the dishes at the sink, he couldn't help but ask himself,
was this really what he liked?
This was the first time he had experienced the pleasure of being pursued; could this be the reason he was so easily swayed?
Moreover, Fang Tongtong's looks were far superior. Apart from Yu Bei,
none of the girls Zhao Tao had actually met had reached that level of beauty.
Just the vanity satisfaction that having such a girlfriend brought him was almost irresistible.
Fang Tongtong, having skillfully tidied everything up without letting him interfere, hummed a song as she returned to the living room. She sighed and sat down
on the sofa, stretching, and asked, "Does Uncle and Aunt really only come back for less than ten days a year?"
He moved a stool to sit beside her, not daring to sit too close. "Yeah, they're in the Northwest working on desertification control . If I
go with them, I can't go to school, so they left me at home. Anyway, they have enough money, and my aunt is looking after me, so they're quite at ease. I'm
used to being alone, it's nothing."
"Oh, me too. Since their divorce, I haven't seen the one who ran away much. My mom's busy making money
, she barely speaks two words to me a week. I'm closer to the housekeeper than to her." Fang Tongtong glared at him
, patting the seat next to her—enough for at least two more people—" "Why are you so far away from me? Will I bite you?"
He nervously got up from his stool and sat down next to her.
Of course, he wasn't afraid of Fang Tongtong; he was afraid of himself.
A version of himself that might break free at any moment, taking advantage of the other's apparent love and wanting to do whatever he wanted.
He wanted his loneliness to end with a real love, not just a mere physical desire. He had to wait until he
truly loved Fang Tongtong; otherwise, he'd rather continue using his hands.
Seeing him sit closer, Fang Tongtong smiled contentedly, naturally taking his hand and pointing to a
black-and-white art photograph hanging diagonally above the TV cabinet opposite. "That's Auntie, right? She's quite pretty."
"That's from a long time ago. My mom's as dark as coal now. If you go to the train station to pick someone up based on that photo,
you're guaranteed to miss her." The moment his hand was grasped, his heart tightened instantly. He couldn't muster any strength in his hand;
too small, and she'd think he was going to let go; too big, and he'd hurt her soft, smooth fingers.
He probably wouldn't be this nervous even if he were holding an antique vase right now.
"Shall we play games? I have a PS, an N64, ah... but I haven't bought many games for the N64
. And an older MD player..." He stammered, frantically trying to arrange something to stop
his racing thoughts from wandering into inappropriate images.
Fang Tongtong pouted, "I don't even know what you mean... what's with all this 'S' and 'N'?
Playing games... I only know Monopoly on the computer, oh... and Minesweeper."
"Monopoly it is then." He stood up, wanting to quickly leave the soft, spacious sofa.
In this place, he could imagine a dozen different positions to pin Fang Tongtong down.
"How about we go out for a walk? It's quite close to the wholesale market. Will you come with me?" As if
sensing something, Fang Tongtong didn't get up, but instead pulled down her slightly bunched-up skirt and asked.
"Ah..." He usually didn't like going out except to play games at internet cafes, especially in the blazing
summer sun. "It's too hot outside. I wanted you to play with me for a while."
"Okay, how about... let me see what you usually play? If it's fun, I'll play with you."
She immediately gave in, took off her sandals, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and even took out her glasses from her bag and put them on quite seriously
.
The living room wasn't big, and the sofa was more than enough space for the game controller. After setting up the machine, he put in the game disc,
took a few deep breaths, closed the lid, turned around, and walked over with the controller.
"It's so heavy. Is this the left one?"
It must have been her first time handling this kind of game console, because Fang Tongtong kept asking all sorts of questions, pestering him to
teach her step by step.
Soon, he realized that Fang Tongtong wasn't very interested in the game console. Compared to the cool graphics with Japanese subtitles
, her greater enjoyment came from having him guide her so closely.
Since her interest wasn't in the game, she naturally didn't get any good results.
He dared say any elementary school student would learn faster and play better than Fang Tongtong.
With an almost mischievous grin, he pulled out the Silent Hill disc. "Why don't you try this? It's
simple, all you need to know is how to shoot."
He watched expectantly as Fang Tongtong spent half an hour learning how to control her character's movement, then rushed into the pervasive
fog, encountering the first terrifying scene…
"Aaaaah—" A scream arrived as expected, accompanied by the thud of the controller hitting the ground.
Before he could even laugh, Fang Tongtong, seemingly genuinely frightened, grabbed his arm and
pressed herself against him.
Summer clothes, of course, weren't very thick, and his arm immediately felt a bouncy, oppressive
pressure.
Soft, full, pressing against his arm, seemingly wanting to bounce away, yet instantly captivating all his senses.
Breasts… those were definitely the bouncy breasts of a young girl!
(15)
All his attention was immediately focused on his upper arm. Zhao Tao struggled to restrain himself from
moving his arm to find Fang Tongtong's nipple
, which was so close to his own. The rod in his underwear was almost instantly semi-erect.
"It's just a game, look how scared you are..." He found his voice was a little dry and quickly swallowed to
moisten it.
This clear gulping sound seemed to remind Fang Tongtong of something. She paused for a moment, then immediately sat up straight, moved away from
his arm, and said, whether she was really angry or not, "You made such a weird game to scare me on purpose. It's so
annoying."
He chuckled twice, picked up the controller from the ground, pressed it a couple of times to make sure it still worked, went over and turned off
the TV game console, saying, "Forget it, let's play Monopoly instead. That's easier."
"Okay, let's see if I can beat you until you're bankrupt!" Fang Tongtong put on her sandals and followed him into the bedroom without any wariness
. Seeing that there was only a computer chair in front of the computer desk, she went out and brought in a stool.
It was as if he hadn't even noticed the bed right next to him. "
You're so...so stupid!" His breathing quickened, and one explicit
image after another flashed through his mind.
Although he didn't even have the courage to hold a girl's hand, in his uncontrollable fantasies, Fang Tongtong had already
used seven or eight different positions to bid farewell to his virginity.
Actually, he had initially wanted to suggest Monopoly. This kind of game, where two people squeeze into one computer,
could undoubtedly bring them very close,
and their hands might even touch when one person switches mouse positions.
But Silent Hill had proven far more effective than that; just for that one touch on the chest,
he almost wanted to frame and enshrine that pirated disc.
His hormones were raging, mocking his supposedly unwavering view of love, constantly reminding him that
Fang Tongtong was now hopelessly in love with him, that he would do anything for her, even rape her, and she wouldn't
call the police.
"You...you play first, I'm going to the bathroom." He was sweating profusely in the air-conditioned room and had to
make an excuse to go to the bathroom.
Unable to see Fang Tongtong's body so close to his face, and after washing his face twice, Zhao Tao finally calmed down a bit. His initial
surge of passion gradually subsided. He pinched his crotch, cursing inwardly, "Useless thing,
thinking about the final step before even starting a relationship, you scoundrel."
So what if she dressed nicely? So what if she cooked a meal? So what if they held hands, kissed, and touched breasts...
? That doesn't mean anything. That's lust, teenage lust, not love, absolutely not love!
He patted the water off his face, stared at himself in the mirror for a while, sighed, and went outside.
"I like a quiet girl like Meng Xiaohan. She doesn't like to play around or cause trouble, she's never chased other boys, she's
as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. That's the kind of girlfriend I want. I'll date her until we graduate from university, then get
married, have children, and build a happy family." "That's what I want, that's what I want..." He
repeated this to himself a dozen times before heading to the bedroom.
Monopoly music was already playing loudly from inside, making him feel a little annoyed. If it were
Meng Xiaohan, she would never be so casual in someone else's house; a girl like her, so lacking in self-respect.
Just then, the phone rang.
"Wait a minute, I'll answer it," he said, shamelessly informing Fang Tongtong before running to
the other end of the line.
"Hello, who is it?" He usually only answered this call; he generally didn't ask who was calling.
“Zhao Tao. It’s me.” Sun Bo’s voice came from the other end. “What’s wrong with you? We agreed to play StarCraft together, why didn’t you
come?”
He coughed twice and said in a pretentious tone, “I wasn’t feeling well, so I’m resting at home. Is it really necessary
to call? You guys can just play.”
“Oh, it’s not about that. We can practice without you. We even had some fun playing CS just now. I have something to tell you
.” The tone on the other end became a little mysterious. “Hey, you know what? I ran into Fang Tongtong’s
junior high classmate here, from the same class.”
“That’s nothing. We have her classmates in our class too, okay? Is it really necessary to run into her every day?”
“I haven’t finished yet, why are you in such a hurry? Listen.” Sun Bo quickly continued, “That guy is in
Class 7 now, playing Red Alert with some guys from our old Class 7. He was sitting next to me, and when I was chatting with him, I mentioned that Fang Tongtong
might be pursuing you. Guess what? He told me about things from junior high.”
"Damn, Fang Tongtong had three or four boyfriends back in junior high, you know? Some were from within the school, some
from outside, she was incredibly arrogant, I was shocked on the spot."
Zhao Tao said irritably, "He's just a sour grapes.
How does he know so much about how many boyfriends Fang Tongtong had?"
"They were all from X Middle School, you know that school is shabby, both boys and girls like to play around. His
girlfriend came today too, she's in his class, they've been together since junior high, and she said the same thing, that
Fang Tongtong used to stay out all night and not go home." Sun Bo talked non-stop, Zhao Tao could imagine the
spittle flying from the other end of the phone, "Zhao Tao, we guys know you, you definitely wouldn't
like a girl like that, don't get carried away and say yes just because someone's pursuing you. You're the worst at saying no to girls, in a couple of
days we'll talk to Fang Tongtong and tell her to stop bothering you..."
"It's nothing." His mind was a mess, but his words remained calm. Zhao Tao gripped the receiver tightly and said, "Don't
worry about this. Go play your CS. You know who I like, don't you?" "
Okay, then. I'm hanging up now. It's a public phone; I've already spent almost a dollar. See you at evening study hall."
"Okay, see you tonight." He clicked the phone down, covered it with the dust cover, and turned his head. The music from the bedroom was
loud; Fang Tongtong probably hadn't heard the conversation.
A nameless anger surged from the bottom of his heart. She'd had a boyfriend in middle school; he'd definitely touched her hand, maybe
even kissed her. Staying out all night—he'd probably done everything the hell. Coming home dressed like that...
Playing games was just a way of seducing him; all that effort was for him to struggle with whether he actually liked her.
What a load of rubbish! He should
just sleep with her and dump her!
A dangerous thought flashed through his mind, instantly taking over most of his heart.
She wasn't a virgin anymore, so she probably didn't care. Besides, she was in love with him; even if he fucked her, she
wouldn't say anything, right? Maybe
she'd even have an orgasm. Damn it. Damn it all!
His head was burning. He strode into the bedroom, slightly out of breath, and stood behind Fang Tongtong.
Fang Tongtong was happily watching her Mrs. Qian take Sun Xiaomei to the hospital, completely unaware that his
face had turned terrifying. She smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are your friends who stood you up at the internet cafe angry?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, shifting his chair and deliberately sitting diagonally behind the computer chair.
“You’re really not being a good friend. Is that Sun Bo? That fat guy is such a troublemaker.
I’ll teach him a lesson later.” Fang Tongtong clicked the mouse happily, completely unaware that Zhao Tao’s hand had already reached to her
left.
Apart from the playful chasing of their innocent youth, he had never touched a girl’s body so proactively before. Moreover,
his target wasn’t her arm peeking out from under her short sleeve, but rather the proud, full breasts further inside.
Unexpectedly, Fang Tongtong moved, and her arm bumped into his palm. She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and said,
“What are you doing? Didn’t we say we’d play together? Why are you touching my sleeve? Isn’t the lace pretty?”
Blood rushed to his head, and he gritted his teeth, suddenly reaching out to grab her breast, squeezing out
a voice that even he himself found unfamiliar: “I want to touch you.”
(Sixteen)
“What are you doing!” Fang Tongtong screamed, and suddenly stepped back, knocking over the computer chair with
a crash, and stumbled and fell face-first onto the edge of the bed.
This obvious avoidance, in Zhao Tao's eyes, became an attempt to seduce him.
"Fine, she's already climbed into bed so readily, I'd be a fool to be polite!" He kicked the chair aside,
scooped Fang Tongtong up in his arms, and lifted her onto the bed. He kicked off his slippers and pinned her down.
"Zhao Tao! Have you lost your mind?! What are you doing! Let me go!" Seemingly trying to hide from the neighbors, Fang
Tongtong shouted angrily, but kept her voice down so as not to disturb them.
"Didn't I tell you? I want to touch you!" He tried his best to subdue Fang Tongtong, but a
girl his age struggling so fiercely was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Frustrated, he snapped, "Don't you like me?
What's wrong with letting me touch you?"
Fang Tongtong's eyes were brimming with tears, but she refused to cry, glaring at him with a wronged expression and shouting, "But do you like me? You're
not my boyfriend, why should I let you touch me! You pervert! You filthy pervert!"
"So just because you're my boyfriend means I can touch you, huh!" he yelled back angrily, even he was a little surprised
at the source of this intense anger. "Did you touch all three or four boyfriends you had in middle school?
Did you enjoy it?"
"What's it to you!" Fang Tongtong was surprisingly strong, suddenly flipping him onto the bed. She
scrambled off, grabbed a hardcover book from the bookshelf, and threw it at him. "Who are you? What right do you have to tell me what to do?"
The spine hit him squarely on the forehead, making him see stars and almost causing him to bump his head on the radiator. He
yelled angrily, "I do want to like you! You went out with your boyfriend in middle school, how can I like you!
I've never even held a girl's hand, and you've had three or four boyfriends! How can I feel good about that?!"
Fang Tongtong, who had already retreated to the doorway, stopped when she heard this, staring at him and saying, "Who told you that?
You...are you jealous?"
"No." He turned his face away, caught in a vortex of regret, self-blame, and resentment.
Fang Tongtong was never right for him; it should have ended there. This idiot came trying to take advantage of him, what a
scoundrel. He cursed himself in his mind over and over again. How could he possibly pursue Meng Xiaohan like this? Meng
Xiaohan was truly under a spell and had fallen for him. Did he deserve her with his current behavior?
Thinking back to his thuggish act, he lowered his head in frustration and whispered, "Never mind who told me.
We're not a good match. Don't come to my house anymore. My parents aren't here; it's too dangerous. If I were serious
, I would have... you know... done that to you just now. Be careful in the future... Oh, by the way, thank you
for the food. It was really delicious, especially the stir-fried lamb, it smelled so good."
Only the monotonous electronic music of Monopoly filled the room; no one spoke, and there was no sound of footsteps leaving.
He kept his head down, biting his lip tightly, not daring to look at Fang Tongtong.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Tongtong walked back to the bedside, bent down to straighten the tilted computer chair, sat
down, and clutched her skirt, still looking somewhat frightened.
She stared at Zhao Tao for a while, then raised her hand to her chest, took a few deep breaths, and finally let out a long
sigh. "Zhao Tao," she said, "I don't know where you heard this from, but please, use your brain!
When you were in junior high, did you know where your classmates slept at night? Did you know
how many boyfriends the girls in your class had? Did you know what they did with their boyfriends?"
She paused, as if to emphasize the last point, "I was truly blind...how
could I...how could I have insisted on pursuing you?"
He clasped his hands together, squeezing them until they hurt, and remained silent for several minutes before stammering,
"I...I'm sorry. I...I got so angry when I heard about that, and...and you were dressed so
beautifully, I...I suddenly couldn't help myself. I'm really sorry. You...you should find a guy who's more worthy of you
."
His previous lust had vanished without a trace. He looked down at his legs, wishing he could disappear
into the ground.
"I did have three crushes in junior high, out of curiosity and also to spite my idiot homeroom teacher," Fang Tongtong said
softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But it only went as far as holding hands. One guy tried to kiss me, and I slapped him.
Back then, I was always the one being pursued; I never even thought about pursuing anyone else."
"I liked Xu Wei from the first year of high school military training, but he had a girlfriend and wouldn't talk to me no matter what. I..."
"I got all worked up. I didn't believe it. I'm so pretty, and I'm so good to him, why wouldn't he like me? But he just didn't
like me. In the second semester, he got angry because I kept bothering him, and he even complained to my mom, who beat me with a stick all
night."
She paused for a breath and said somewhat mockingly, "I thought he really didn't like me at all, but when I said
I wouldn't talk to him anymore, he came to me in a huff, saying he could consider breaking up with his girlfriend. Zhao Tao,
are all you guys so cheap? Are the girls who actively pursue you inherently discounted by 30%,
like they're worthless in your eyes?"
"I...I didn't mean that..." he answered weakly, his face burning.
"Damn it." Fang Tongtong said bluntly, "Didn't you not like me? Didn't you
tell your buddies the other day that you liked quiet, good-looking girls? Are you looking for a girlfriend or a tutor?" " You're always
staring at Meng Xiaohan. Are you two always stuck at home doing practice tests? If you really like that kind of person and not me
, why were you in such a hurry just now?"
"I...I don't know." He lowered his head even further, as if he wanted to bite his own chest.
She wrinkled her nose and glared at him. "You're just jealous. You clearly like me a little, why won't you
admit it? Will admitting you like me cost you a piece of flesh?"
He said, somewhat exasperated, "That's because...because you're pretty. Who doesn't like pretty girls
? But...but is that the same as real liking? I...I just want to touch you, kiss you, do some dirty
things, I don't think...I don't think that counts as liking."
"Why doesn't it count?" She tilted her head, following his averted eyes. "You
like Meng Xiaohan because she's good at studying and Wen Jing, what's the difference between that and liking me because I'm pretty? Why is it true because of that and
false because of this? Would you feel at ease liking me if I cooked well?"
His mind was a mess. He scratched his temples hard a couple of times. "Yes, I... I'm angry because I actually like
you a little because I think your cooking is delicious. I... I'm always thinking about that kind of thing between men and women. You're so
beautiful, I'm really afraid that I like you just because I want to... that would be such a jerk. I... I
want to date and get married right away, so when I introduce my wife to people, I can say, 'Look, this is my first love
.'"
"You're thinking about staying together forever?" Fang Tongtong's eyes widened, and she burst out laughing. "You're really
something. How many high school students are thinking about marriage right now?"
"I want to, is that wrong?" he shouted angrily. "If you can't do it, then don't bother me."
He lowered his head again and unconsciously began to say, "I've never lived with my parents since I was little, and the older I get, the more I feel like
something's missing inside me. " "I always thought that when I started dating, I wanted someone family-oriented, not too troublesome,
not too career-driven, someone who could stay stable and be there for me. I kept telling myself I wanted someone like that, and then
you suddenly appeared... what am I supposed to do?"
"Tch, I used to say I wouldn't accept anyone who wasn't handsome. But somehow I ended up falling for you, you big round lump
." Fang Tongtong's mood improved considerably, and a smile returned to her lips. "Hey, you've really
never even held a girl's hand before?"
He glanced at Fang Tongtong's hand, his face flushing again, and gave a soft "hmm. "
"Zhao Tao, I've never cooked for any other guy before." Fang Tongtong crossed her legs, resting her hands on her knees
, swaying slightly, and said with a smile, "Then could you like me because I'm a really good cook? Not just a little
bit, okay? A little bit doesn't count. I want someone real, substantial, the kind you can be a boyfriend with."
"You... you're not angry anymore?" He looked up blankly at Fang Tongtong, who was smiling.
"Don't be angry anymore. It's because I like you. If I got really angry, you wouldn't even like me anymore."
She pouted. "Hey, don't change the subject. I'm asking you something serious."
"Maybe...?" "Actually, I've already failed in my defense and surrendered. What's the point of denying it?
If I'd had a girlfriend like this a year or so earlier, and if he'd pursued her himself, he'd be laughing
even in his ashes. Stop
pretending! He just thinks forcing things isn't a good deal, so he's being cheap and pretentious. His mind is full of Meng Xiaohan.
Even if Meng Xiaohan drank your lousy semen, she'd still fall in love with you. Could she be as bold and direct as Fang Tongtong? As passionate and
considerate as her? Are you really planning to start a two-person study group?" He cursed himself repeatedly, his thoughts gradually clearing
.
"What do you mean 'could'...?" Fang Tongtong frowned, pouting unhappily, kicking off the edge of the bed
and sliding half a meter back in her computer chair. "How many times do I have to cook for you before you tell me I like you?"
He turned and got out of bed, a surge of heat rising from his feet to his head, making him feel hot all over.
He shook his head, mustered his courage, looked into her eyes, and said loudly, "Not many times, I can say it now."
"Fang Tongtong, I... I was just being pathetic before. I was actually happy when you pursued me. I'm not being coy anymore, Fang Tongtong,
I like you, I already like you. Be my girlfriend."
Those last six words almost drained all the air from his lungs and all the courage he had left.
He, who even trembled when writing notes, never imagined he would
one day be able to say such things to a girl so loudly.
Immediately, he knew it was worth it.
He saw a pair of clear, beautiful eyes, bursting with unprecedented joy in his vision.
Looking at Fang Tongtong's barely suppressed, excited smile, he realized this was the best response he could imagine,
the best response he could receive.

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