The Growth Experience of a Female Thug 2

I'm home.

HW called me and said her older sister works as an editor at *Ren Zhi Chu* (人之初), and they're hiring. She'd witnessed my talent back in high school and thought I'd be a perfect fit for the magazine.

When I told my mom this good news, she frowned. She'd always wanted me to work for a newspaper or magazine, which was my wish too. But in her mind, it was like Yang Guo thinking Xiaolongnu was pure—she thought I was otherworldly. They were loyal readers of *Ren Zhi Chu*, so they knew the magazine's style inside and out. They probably thought, "Theory comes from practice," and if I went there, it would be no different from working in a brothel. So, this job opportunity was gone.

There's a little side story here: after we got broadband at home, I accidentally found a completely free porn site online. I was ecstatic! I stayed up for two nights and finally watched it all. One scene was particularly outrageous—a man was using his head to perform the function of his penis. I was completely dumbfounded. It reminded me of a joke I'd heard a long time ago. The story goes that the White Bone Demon, feeling lonely and restless, sought out Tang Sanzang and his disciples, offering to sell her their male prowess at a high price. Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing tried their best, but none could satisfy her. Finally, Tang Sanzang, under immense pressure, stepped in. Once inside, the room was filled with the sounds of passion and repeated climaxes. The three disciples were extremely frustrated, marveling at their master's skill. After Tang Sanzang left, his disciples eagerly sought his advice. Tang Sanzang, stroking his bald head, cleared his throat and said, "Sigh, when doing things, you must use your brain!" At the time, I thought this was just nonsense on a mobile phone. But after watching the film, I realized how true Li Ning's advertising slogan was: "Anything is possible." I was also struck by how magnanimous women truly are.

Then, with the mindset of sharing good things, I copied the entire website address and sent it to my fellow horny friends. The next day, my QQ was flooded with flashing avatars, each cursing me to a terrible end. It turned out the website had a virus.

Then came my life in Beijing.

As soon as I arrived, I ran into my best friend of 16 years, WJ. That same day, I went to her apartment behind Xidan. We ate hotpot, then bought two shaved ice desserts at KFC, and strolled slowly along Chang'an Avenue at night.

We talked about life and ideals, but after a few words, we somehow drifted into the topic of sex.

Speaking of WJ, her theoretical knowledge and mine progressed at the same time. Since elementary school, we'd helped each other, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses. In high school, we reunited, and time flew by, but our natures remained unchanged. Once, during class, we were so bored we had a contest to see who could moan the most lewdly. Unfortunately, I lost control and shouted too loudly, letting the teacher hear. As a result, I was punished by cleaning the toilets for a week and removed from my class representative position. The main charges were: disrupting class order and moral depravity. WJ said, "Add one more: your pronunciation wasn't standard enough."

There was a lewd joke about Head & Shoulders that she spread throughout the class. The joke went like this: A stupid guy went to take a shower and accidentally went into the wrong bathroom. He took off his clothes and saw women coming in, so he quickly hid in the closet. In his panic, he accidentally exposed his penis. Those women were also stupid; they were amazed that the bathroom was so thoughtful, even having a lottery machine. The first woman grabbed the man's penis and started shaking it. The man, excited, threw out his soap. The second woman saw this and shook it too. The man got even more excited and threw out his towel. The third woman said, "Watch me shake the grand prize!" The first two asked, "What's your prize?" The third woman said, "Oh, it's just loose Head & Shoulders shampoo!"

This girl was still in third grade and she already altered the children's song "Beautiful Butterfly Flower" because there was a girl in her class named XX who was really annoying. She was ugly, and she even scared people, which was bad enough, but what she hated most was that she liked to tattle on others to the teacher, and she was more developed than any other girl in the class. In third grade, when I was still a tiny little thing, she was already the size of an apple, and everyone called her Bubble X.

WJ, with her rare talent, rewrote the lyrics to that children's song. Even now, whenever I sing it, I'm still amazed by WJ's boundless creativity. If you know "Beautiful Butterfly Flower," you'll think it's a perfect match. The lyrics go like this: "Look, there's a towering Grandma Mountain ahead, I run quickly, wanting to climb it, why is the mountain so soft, why is the mountain so soft, oh~~ it's Bubble X's Grandma Mountain."

It's concise, meaningful, and full of childlike fun.

I later brought this song to university, and almost all my girlfriends could sing it. YY, in particular, popularized it, because her singing style is a bit like Chyi Yu's, and her rendition of this song has a touch of "Olive Tree."

WJ and I sat in front of Tiananmen Square, and she started asking about the lives of some classmates, especially their sexual experiences. I answered them one by one. It's no wonder, my friends have all shed their virginity with the passage of time.

She kept asking, and my answer was always yes. Then, I went on and on about the details, and finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and asked for a name. That girl used to be the ugliest girl in our class—the kind of girl who, if you lacked confidence as a woman, would make you feel how wonderful life is, how bright the sunshine is. I heard WJ's voice trembling, her eyes filled with despair, her breathing rapid. I knew how much she didn't want to bear the title of the last virgin in Class 7 of Senior Year 3; it was practically admitting she was an unwanted dinosaur. I reluctantly said yes,
and those words completely broke WJ's heart.

Later, her eyes held a resolute look as she gazed at a picture of Chairman Mao.

I knew she must have something on her mind.

We met again two weeks later on National Day at a high school reunion. WJ brought a burly guy with her, looking like a little bird clinging to a tree, almost unrealistically happy. Our whole group went to a South Korean restaurant.

Turns out, WJ's boyfriend actually fell asleep during the meal. WJ quietly blamed herself, "It's all my fault. I kept him up all night, and now he's exhausted." I looked at the girl next to me with admiration, secretly admiring how decisive and unwavering Aries women are.

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