My High School Life - Part 10

Foreword: This year, the Ministry of Education implemented the "Co-educational Study Act," also known as the "Chair Partner Act." At the beginning of each semester, students are randomly assigned chair partners. The general rules are: two students share one desk and chair, and during class, the girl must sit on top of the boy; only during exams can they sit side-by-side; exceptions include outdoor physical education classes and general education classes held outside the original classroom, where students can choose their chair partners before each class. Those who do not comply will receive a warning or a minor demerit.
Last Friday after school, as I was about to go home, Wei-rong dragged me to the city with her. I just wanted to kill time and distract myself, but I ended up spending a very special night with her, and I even kissed her at a karaoke bar. That night, I kept thinking about my relationship with Yan-xuan and Wei-rong, and what I should do.
My high school life, even my entire life, changed drastically from the day the new system came into effect…
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Since that night last Friday, I've spent the whole weekend in a daze. This time it wasn't because of Yanxuan's situation, but because my mind was filled with Weirong's shy smile when she said goodbye to me in the car; the moment I kissed her in the dimly lit KTV room, my heart racing; the feeling of holding her little hand as we walked down the street; and… so many things. I replayed each scene in my mind countless times. Every time I thought about it, I wanted to pick up the phone and call her, but I didn't know what to say. Every time I stared blankly for a long time, I gave up.
This Monday morning, I got up unusually early and left home. When I got to the bus stop, I even peeked over to see if Yanxuan was waiting. Thankfully, because it was so early, there were only a few people at the bus stop. Normally, she would take the next bus.
When I got to the classroom, there were fewer than ten students. I don't think I've ever been this early before. The school and classroom were so quiet in the morning; it had a different atmosphere. I sat down and pretended to read, but I was actually very nervous. I really didn't know how to face her when she arrived.
While I was pretending to read, the other students gradually came in. I noticed that some girls would stand up and make room for their chair partners, waiting for them to sit down before sitting on their laps. But some girls who arrived later would sit in the empty seats next to their chair partners. It seems that some chair partners don't get along, while others are very close. Where's my Weirong? I wonder what time she usually arrives.
"Damn, are you crazy? Why are you here so early?" I felt a slap on the back. Before he even spoke, I thought it was Weirong hitting me, but it turned out to be that kid, Aliang. He chatted with me for a bit and then went back to his seat. I saw that dinosaur who had arrived long ago, so I stood up to make way for him, and after he sat down, I straddled his lap and plopped down. Just looking at him made me feel heavy. I had just felt sorry for him, but unexpectedly, they started chatting as soon as they sat down. So, they're actually good chair partners. How come I never noticed before?
After a while, I saw Yanxuan arrive as well. Her long hair was blowing in a gentle breeze. She was still as elegant as ever, but she looked so haggard, her brows deeply furrowed. I wonder how she's been doing lately. As soon as she entered the classroom and walked towards the aisle between our seats, she saw me and looked a little surprised. Then she lowered her head and went to her seat. When He Yumin saw her, he immediately stopped what he was doing and moved back to let her sit down.
I was just about to sneak a peek at what they were doing during morning self-study when suddenly,
"smack!" I felt another slap on my back, this time even harder than A Liang's.
"Who are you? Why are you sitting in my seat!" Wei Rong was behind me, her eyes glaring at me.
"I..."
"Get out of the way! What's so interesting about staring like that?" Before I could even react to what she was going to say, she pushed me back and plopped down on my seat.
Where was that shy girl who waved goodbye to me through the car window that day? I was still wondering if what happened that day was a dream, or if it was because I didn't sleep well last night and got up too early today. She suddenly spoke again:
"Hey, have you eaten yet?" She asked as she opened her breakfast box, which seemed to contain xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).
"Yes, I ate, but I ate too early, and now I'm a little hungry again."
"Really?" "Here, ah~ this one is for you." She picked up a xiaolongbao, protecting it with one hand underneath, and then turned slightly, as if to feed me.
I had just leaned forward when she turned back, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the xiaolongbao in one gulp.
"I don't want to give it to you." This little girl, she's teasing me again.
"You really are a little pig, eating so many for a girl."
"Mind your own business!" she said, pinching my leg. I didn't back down and tickled her with my hands on her thighs. I later discovered that she was very ticklish; just gently stroking the outside of her thighs with my fingers, or circling her stomach, would make her unbearably ticklish and tremble on my legs.
The entire morning self-study session was spent like this, playfully fighting with her under the desk. In the end, she ate two pieces herself and fed me two more, using the same chopsticks. And I later confirmed that what happened that day wasn't a dream, because I saw her using her phone while wearing the bear-hugging-rabbit charm—the birthday present I gave 　　her 　　. 　　****************
...　　　"What?" 　　"Nothing, just checking if anyone's willing to sit with you today. If not, I'll sit with you." 　　"Oh, I'll go tell them." She seemed to agree immediately. 　　After she got up to find her group, they walked and chatted as they left the classroom. I suddenly felt a strange stomachache, so I went to the restroom first, and then quickly jogged to the computer lab just before class started. As soon as I got to the classroom door, I saw her pouting, arms crossed. 　　"Where did you go? I thought you lied to me again," she said angrily. 　　"I..." I, when have I ever lied to you? 　　After entering the computer lab, I habitually walked to the corner of the second-to-last row where Yanxuan and I used to sit.　　　"Why do you always like to sit so far back? You wouldn't be... up to something again, would you?" She stood next to me, pouting and rolling her eyes at me, but still straddled me. 　　"No, the computer teacher taught very basic stuff, I already know it all. If you want, I can teach you again." "　　　Really? I didn't expect you, a complete idiot, to have a second talent besides math." I chuckled and didn't answer her, instead pinching her chubby cheek.

"Class, today we're going to continue learning Excel. Last time we talked about how to input formulas for automatic calculations. This time we'll talk about how to create reports using values from tables..." Hearing the teacher enter the classroom, we quickly stopped our playful tickling under the desks.
Shortly after class started, the teacher asked us to turn down the lights to show slides. Since these things were all too simple, I didn't want to listen at all, so I started lecturing Wei Rong instead.
"Were you even listening to what he said last time? You can't even do something this simple. Look, after typing the formula like this, the result is right there. If you learn how to use it, your math-challenged self will be saved."
"You're so annoying."
Feeling her about to pinch me again, I grabbed her wrists first to stop her.
"Let go of me, I'm going to scream!" She gently twisted her hands, struggling.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. You practice first, and I'll help you catch up later."
After letting go of her, she huffed and puffed as she tried to move forward, but I pulled her back by the waist with both hands. After struggling for a while, she gave up.
Watching her awkwardly typing English letters on the keyboard from behind, I suddenly remembered that I had held Yanxuan like this before, teaching her how to use a computer. Suddenly, a complex emotion welled up in my heart. Actually, I no longer feel so sad about her, but this change just felt too fast and too sudden. I wonder if she's doing well now? Is He Yumin treating her well?
I remember when I first entered the classroom, I seemed to have glimpsed them sitting in the last row on the other side. I wonder if He Yumin also teaches her how to use a computer like I do, or if he took advantage of the dim lighting to do something to Yanxuan in class.
Thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that during the first computer class, I also seemed to want to do something to Yanxuan, but I stopped because it seemed like someone was watching from behind. And thinking back, even though I was holding Yanxuan that time, it was only after thinking about Weirong, who had been sitting on my lap all morning and whom I wasn't familiar with at the time, that I got a strong reaction down there. I never expected that the little girl who was so cute back then would now be sitting obediently on my lap.
I couldn't help but tighten my arms around her stomach, rest my head on her right shoulder, and breathe in the scent of her hair behind her exposed ear. Down there, I immediately got a very strong reaction again.
"You pervert, what are you doing! I knew you chose this spot because you were thinking about lewd things." She turned her head slightly and said softly, because there were people sitting a few spaces away to our right, and she was afraid of being heard if she was too loud.
"Oh, I'm sorry. How was I supposed to know that holding you would cause a reaction?"
"Then don't hold me..."
"I don't want to." I hugged her even tighter.
"If you do this... how am I supposed to practice?"
"Then... let me move a little."
"No, there are people next to us." She pouted.
"What should I do..."
"Otherwise... they said that if you're afraid of being seen, you can use... your hand." She paused for a long time before suddenly saying.
She... just said to use her hand!? What do girls talk about in private? The boundaries are much wider than we guys imagine.
"You... you just said... your hand!? You... are you going to help me?"
She didn't answer. I turned my head to look at her profile and saw that she was lightly biting her lower lip, and her fair cheeks were already red. She turned her head slightly and looked at the classmate sitting to our right, as if to confirm that if they wouldn't be discovered, she really would help me... My heart started pounding.
She stopped using her left hand on the keyboard and quietly reached under the table to place it between her legs. Her fingertips seemed to have touched my penis through her skirt, with her index finger just touching the head of my penis. As if after feeling the touch, she didn't dare to move anymore.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" I knew her temper and deliberately provoked her.
She pouted, took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply. As if making up her mind, her left hand slowly slid to the left, reaching under her skirt. I was so nervous; it was finally happening. It was the first time a girl was going to give me a handjob, and it was my lovely Wei Rong! I was speechless with excitement.
Suddenly, she slightly parted her thighs, and with the hand that had been moving under her skirt, she grasped my penis.
"Ah~ Hiss…" The feel of that gentle little hand was so different from masturbating myself; it felt so good! Just being held by her made me want to scream internally. She held it like that for almost a minute, I don't know if she was feeling the size of my penis or if she was too shy to move.
"You… why aren't you moving?"
"Don't make a sound…" she said in a very soft voice, as if she was still building up her emotions.
Finally, her little hand started to move!! But it was 'squeezing'. She kept squeezing and kneading my penis. The feeling wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it was completely different from masturbation.
"Ah~" Suddenly, she squeezed too hard, and it hurt a little. I accidentally cried out.
"Wh...what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable..."
"Silly, it's not like that."
I quietly slipped my left hand under her skirt and held her small hand. I then noticed that her hand was a little cold and was trembling slightly.
"You...your hand is so cold. Are you scared?" She didn't answer, but I already knew the answer. This little girl wasn't prepared at all, but she was trying to do this for me.
I pulled her hand out from under her skirt and then pressed her cold, trembling little hand against her stomach with both of my hands, hugging her tightly.
"Silly girl, don't force yourself if you're still afraid."
"But, what about your...that?"
"Just leave it like this, I can endure it."
Although I was driven by lust and really wanted her to help me ejaculate, seeing her like this, and remembering the experience of forcing myself on her last time when I was out of my mind, I couldn't bear to let her continue. Besides, I didn't want her to become like Yanxuan.
I wanted to cherish her properly.
Later, she put her other hand under the table and placed it on my arm. I grabbed that hand and pressed it against her stomach, hugging her tighter, and couldn't help but steal a kiss on her ear from behind.
During that class, we sometimes intertwined our fingers under the table, and occasionally scratched each other's palms. In this absent-minded state, the class passed quickly.
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I quietly followed her upstairs, pondering how to tell her. Should I invite her to the rooftop, or just text her? But these things are better said in person.
When I reached our classroom floor, I noticed she was continuing upstairs. What was she going to do on the rooftop? I thought, this is a golden opportunity, I might as well follow her and tell her now. Just as I was about to jog to catch up, I bumped into someone at the corner of the stairs.
"Xu Jianwen, why aren't you watching where you're going? That hurts!" Tingyu looked pained from the bump.
"Ah, sorry, are you alright?"
"Never mind, I'll be more careful next time."
After apologizing, I quickly continued upstairs. I had only taken a few steps when I was called again.
"Jianwen, where are you going? We're on the fourth floor, are you going to the rooftop?" It was Ah Liang.
"Oh, no...no, I was just thinking about something and got carried away."
"You know what? I just heard Junhong say that the dates and locations for this semester's field trip have been announced."
He was referring to Chen Junhong, the class's recreation officer.
"Oh." I was still thinking about going up to find Yanxuan, so I gave him a perfunctory reply.
"I heard it's a resort on the southern coast this time, that's awesome! I can see girls in bikinis again, especially yours, your partner has a great figure, such big breasts, you'll be so happy."
"Oh, it's okay, I can see but I can't touch." I didn't even dare to tell Aliang about that. Actually, the time I forced myself on her in class, I had already secretly touched her breasts.
"Okay, never mind that. This is a three-day, two-night trip, and I heard we're staying at the same resort for both nights. Anyway, remember, it'll be opening soon, so remember to register first..."
I wonder what Yanxuan is doing on the rooftop alone. When we used to meet there, it was either because we suddenly missed each other and wanted to hug, or because she was in a bad mood. I wonder if something happened between her and He Yumin. Suddenly, I'm a little worried about her.
Aliang kept talking about the school field trip, but I wasn't listening at all. And with him bothering me like that, the bell rang for class, so I had to give up on going upstairs to find Yanxuan.
Shortly after I entered the classroom, the English teacher arrived. The last two English classes of the afternoon started immediately.
"He Yumin, why are you alone? Where's your chair partner?" Teacher Yang asked.
"Teacher, I... I don't know where she went," the guy stammered.
"Report. Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm back..." A soft female voice came from the front door of the classroom. Yanxuan had just returned.
"Lü Yanxuan, where are you? Why are you only coming into the classroom now?"
"Teacher, I'm sorry, I... I just went to the restroom."
"Okay, it's alright, come and sit down quickly." Mr. Yang is one of the younger male teachers, and he's nice to girls, especially the prettier ones in the class.
I think no one knows that Yanxuan is lying. Why did she go to the rooftop? What exactly happened between them?
Maybe I can take this opportunity to win Yanxuan back. No, no, no!! I just said I wanted to talk to her clearly, why am I thinking about that again? I quickly suppressed the thought. I was absent-minded throughout the entire class, looking at her back in front of me, I made up my mind that I must find an opportunity to tell her as soon as possible what happened between them, I don't care! 　　**********
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After getting off the bus, I decided to go directly to Yanxuan's house to wait for her. If she came back alone, I could talk to her face to face.
I hid in the back alley of her house, partly because I was afraid He Yumin would follow her home again, and it would be too awkward if we met at the door. I waited for a long time, and it was almost dark, but she still hadn't returned. I thought they were probably studying at school today. But didn't they have a fight? Why was she still at school with him?
I guessed all sorts of possibilities in my mind, but I still couldn't figure it out. I really wanted to know what she was thinking.
Suddenly, I remembered something: Yanxuan's diary! I remembered that the first time I went to her house, she mentioned that she kept a diary. I insisted on seeing it, and she reluctantly took it out and flipped through a few pages for me. That section recorded the sweet moments when we first started dating.
I couldn't resist my curiosity. This was a good opportunity; maybe I could see what had happened between Yanxuan and him this semester. So I climbed up the iron window next door onto her balcony. After confirming that no one was home... I quietly tugged at her window, and luckily, she hadn't locked it.
My heart raced; so this was what it felt like to be a thief. I wouldn't do this unless absolutely necessary. Entering her room, I relied on my memory and found the diary deep in her desk drawer.
Perhaps all the answers lay within it.
I recalled that day; I picked up her diary to flip through it, but she suddenly snatched it back nervously. I rarely saw her like that, so it left a deep impression. After that, she wouldn't let me touch the diary, but
instead showed it to me herself. Did she have some secret she couldn't let anyone know before we started dating? I flipped through the thick diary and finally found the day we started dating. Although I really wanted to know about her and He Yumin, my intuition told me I should start from earlier. So, after flipping through a few pages, I finally discovered something shocking.
Characters featured in this episode:
myself, Xu Jianwen; chair companion, Wu Weirong;
girlfriend, Lü Yanxuan; girlfriend chair companion, He
Yumin; Weirong's friend, Wang Tingyu;
English teacher, Mr. Yang.
Postscript: I wonder if you've noticed that many online posts lately have captions like "This will shock millions after reading this." I couldn't help but be shocked myself at the end. I hope that after reading this on Thursday, your shock won't turn into anger. Or are you all already angry because you've waited a week, and this post is so short and hasn't even gotten to the main point? I apologize in advance. I accidentally wrote too much in my diary, splitting one chapter into two. However, I will definitely post the rest this Thursday.
I think your feelings about the next comment will be the same as when the protagonist flips through the diary—anticipation mixed with fear of being hurt. This is also the first time I've written from a female perspective, and because I accidentally wrote more and more, the length has doubled from what was originally planned. I think I should first look at the initial comments. If they're not good, I'll just briefly mention them later; if they're okay, I'll continue writing as planned; if the feedback is quite positive, I'll consider adding a bonus chapter later, since this part has strayed a bit from my main theme, and going into too much detail wouldn't be good.
Also, because this piece is relatively short, I think I'll continue writing it as a chat story. Last week, one night after my wife fell asleep, I was writing and accidentally wrote something too smooth, not stopping until 3 a.m. I even accidentally woke her up when I got to bed. The next day, she scolded me, saying, "You stayed up so late again last night, were you watching porn or those weird things again?" I really had no way to explain myself.
I thought that the progress I made that day, plus the two nights over the weekend, would allow me to get ahead of schedule. However, she, who usually goes to bed early, stayed up until 2 or 3 AM watching Korean dramas all weekend, causing me to fall behind again. So this week might be the last time I update twice a week. After that, once I run out of time, I'll go back to one update a week, or even longer. Unfortunately, I have endless ideas in my mind, but I just don't have the time to put them into words!
Actually, I've thought about being honest with my wife about what I've been doing lately, since the writing has exceeded my expectations, and seeing the support from everyone on the forum is very rewarding. But I can't share this happy thing with her, which reminds me of a scene in a movie: an elderly couple, the husband almost had an affair with a young woman at a friend's birthday party, but he stopped her at the last minute, telling her, "Happy things aren't so happy if you can't share them with your spouse or the person you love most."
She knows I read these kinds of articles (because I accidentally forgot to close the page a few times), but there's a difference between reading and writing. I don't know what the reaction will be if I tell her. If things go smoothly, I might be able to start writing more freely and sooner; but it could also cause a huge backlash, making it impossible to write at all, and leaving my articles unfinished. What do you all think? Should I find an opportunity to tell her?
Are there any experienced people who can offer some guidance?

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