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" Hey

! You're going to be late for school, get up!" Mom yelled urgently, pulling me out of bed

. I glanced at the clock and saw it was already seven. I was so startled I didn't even bother brushing my teeth before rushing to school. My home is about a forty-minute bike ride from school. In the first semester of first grade, I could get up early and wasn't late, but by the second semester, I was a seasoned pro, often still in bed at seven. Being late had long become a part of my life.

While the forty-minute walk is indeed long, there are three high schools, two junior high schools, and two elementary schools along the way. So, those forty minutes are basically the most anticipated part of my day. If you prefer a mature look, there are plenty of enthusiastic and bold high school girls to choose from. If you like pretty little girls, you can feast your eyes after junior high tutoring classes. And if you want to emulate the Japanese Genji's adopted daughter plan, there are two elementary schools with girls.

However, after the summer tutoring program, I couldn't enjoy this beautiful scenery anymore because the school started requiring students from far away or from other counties to live on campus. That's how private schools are; they'll come up with any excuse to raise funds and rip people off—it's shameless.

Speaking of which, the guys I shared a dorm with over the months became my best friends.

There were six of us in the dorm, all sorts of characters. Among them was "Ba Zi," a notorious playboy. He was good-looking, but had a rough, country accent and a wild, unrestrained personality, so his girlfriends were all weird girls (in my opinion), none of them the innocent, cute type. Anyway, Ba Zi said he was happy as long as he was having fun. As for "Tu Mao," he seemed sexually

frustrated. He claimed he slept with a third-year junior high student back in his first year. But talk is cheap; who would believe a kid who hadn't even grown pubic hair could sleep with an older woman?

When he was in second grade, Zimo became obsessed with pornographic books and videos. So he apprenticed himself to Bazai, diligently studying Japanese bishoujo photography. Later, he even surpassed his teacher, making Bazai bow down to Zimo's extensive knowledge. He became a major distributor of Japanese pornographic information, videos, and books, and took advantage of the favorable circumstances to start a business. This was great for us, because until graduation, we didn't have to pay for our pornographic books and videos, hehe.

As for Dead Man, just as his name suggests, he was always listless, sleeping in class and sleeping after school, at least sixteen hours a day. While others slept at school so they could play after school, he didn't even play, he just slept. It really made people wonder if something was wrong with him.

Kawada was a bit neurotic. It's said that he went crazy for a while in his third year of junior high school due to the pressure of the college entrance exam. Although I didn't ask him personally to confirm the rumor, given his sinister personality, I believe it's very likely true.

And what about me, the last one? I didn't do well in my third year of junior high. What should have been my first choice ended up in a private school. I remember crying because I didn't do well on the exam; thinking about it now makes me laugh. Because of that exam trauma, I've always been a slacker, lacking any motivation to study. But despite this, my grades were the best among us.

So, the six of us in room 201—me, Ba Zi, Tu Mao, Zi Mo, Si Ren, and Chuan Tian—formed the school's infamous "Six Heroes of the Night."

In the second semester of our second year, "sex" issues started arising during our class's social events.

It turned out that a student from our school had slept with a girl from a vocational high school, accidentally getting her pregnant and being expelled. Then, when the class's "social event leader" brought up the issue of social events, almost all the boys in the class targeted that girls' vocational high school.

It was supposedly a famously sexually liberated school, with bold and open-minded female students.

Thus, all sorts of obscene rumors circulated among some of the "wicked" boys in the class: the headquarters of pornographic actresses, a male teacher and several female students sharing a room for illicit sex, incidents of principals and several directors gang-raping the chosen school beauty, even female students being forced to take nude photos to graduate, and the requirement to film themselves having sex with male teachers to avoid failing a grade—

these were clearly mindless fabrications, yet they still made those boys shout and fantasize.

The so-called true depravity is the lustful thoughts in one's heart, indeed.

In this way, ripples were stirred in our class, which was like a calm pond, slowly expanding.

After several social gatherings, the sales of self-pleasure products plummeted. This is understandable, after all, seeing is never as good as personal experience.

Regarding the divine matter of "sex," every boy of that age wanted to have some, and "getting a girlfriend to play around with" became their mantra.

I'm probably different from those people. Although I also enjoy listening to this kind of "nonsense," I still have certain requirements and ideals for my future girlfriend. At least, the kind of girl I can have sex with just because we have a slight relationship isn't my ideal woman.

But as more and more people claim to have had experience (who knows if it's true or not), we, the "Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust," gradually

feel outdated. Listening to the nonsense from many classmates, it seems that only a few of us are still virgins in the class. Suddenly, a tense atmosphere descends, and we feel a sense of impending doom.

But this doesn't include Ba Zi; he already has experience.

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