Graduation Trip (Repost)

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Author: Black Doll

. After four years of college, nine students in our class had dropped out or suspended their studies, leaving only about thirty. Only about twenty of us had time for the graduation trip, which was quite a small number!

After gathering at the airport, we happily boarded the plane to our destination—Penghu.

A large group of girls, seemingly also going on a graduation trip, were on the same flight as us.

Upon landing, a vast expanse of lush green grass greeted us, instantly lifting our spirits.

To our surprise, the girls on our flight were also from the same travel agency! This meant our itinerary would be exactly the same as theirs for the next few days. Hearing this good news, the whole class was already excited.

Day 1: After leaving the airport, we took a tour bus directly to the port. A huge crowd of tourists was queuing to buy tickets and wait for the boat. I thought to myself, "With so many people, I wonder when we'll get a turn?" The summer heat in June was unbearable. As a result, the tour guide led us directly to the floating dock, where a brand-new white yacht was parked in front of us, which caught our eye. The tour guide proudly said, "This will be our mode of transportation for the next two days. This boat was launched not long ago, and it has excellent performance and safety..." He went on and on like he was introducing a sports car.

While others were still queuing to sunbathe, our "Love Boat" had already set sail happily, its horn blaring. Everyone waved goodbye enthusiastically to those on shore. Turning around, we saw our recreation officer already chatting happily with the girls: "Which school are you from?" "We're from X Business School." "That's perfect, we're from X Engineering School." "Oh, it's only a short distance! It's such a loss that we didn't organize a social event for you guys before..." He was truly the most enthusiastic and helpful officer in the class, with excellent communication skills and quick efficiency!

Unexpectedly, a large group of classmates were even faster, already signing a petition to get him re-elected. Once on board, the boys were also very proactive, chatting with girls they thought were attractive.

The captain, who used to be either a biker or a bus driver, started speeding recklessly shortly after leaving the harbor. The entire ship bounced on the sea, and the water droplets stung our faces. At first, many people were chatting and enjoying the breeze on deck, but gradually everyone came down to the cabins to escape. Strangely, after a while, people started coming out again, returning with pale faces—they were all seasick and vomiting.

Unable to bear the suffocating air in the cabin, I quickly went up to the deck for some fresh air, and I felt much better. Curious, I wanted to see how the ship was sailing. As I approached, I saw our guide and the captain chatting. Upon closer inspection, I realized the captain was drinking sorghum liquor while navigating the ship.

Oh my god, "driving the ship under the influence"! No wonder the ship was thrashing around like a fish trying to escape, making half the crew feel like they were about to throw up!

Actually, I also feel like vomiting, but I feel like I'm vomiting blood. Thinking back to my girlfriend of two years, Mei-jun… She's a very outgoing and beautiful girl. We met at a social gathering, and she only agreed to date me after my persistent and hard-working pursuit. I knew she had other boyfriends before, and we'd been intimate, but everyone has a past, so I didn't take it too seriously. After that, I spent almost all my time with her except when I was studying. We had a fairly long and happy period together, and later we became intimate; I

lost my virginity to her. Her alluring 35C-26-34 figure always captivated me, and I felt our relationship was quite stable. Unexpectedly, two weeks ago she called me and broke up with me. A while ago, because of final exams, I was busy preparing and indeed neglected her.

I pressed her for the reason, and she stammered, "I feel like I don't have feelings for you anymore!" She added, "You don't send me flowers as often anymore, and you don't drive me out for nighttime drives anymore..." "If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason." Frankly, it's probably someone else pursuing her, and she quite likes them!

She shows no nostalgia for the sweet times we spent riding our little scooter up mountains and down to the sea together. Whenever she was bored late at night and suddenly wanted to go somewhere, no matter how late, I would always be there for her, rain or shine. Even though I often went to class with dark circles under my eyes, dozing off while taking notes, I never complained, and several times I almost rode my scooter onto a telephone pole.

Honestly, I think I've been very good to her. Does that mean that once the initial excitement fades after being together for a long time, it's okay?

I swallowed my anger and begged her to reconsider: "We've been together for two years, is it okay to continue?" Without hesitation, she replied, "No, I've thought about it for a long time!" It seemed she was truly determined.

I could vaguely hear a strange man's voice on her phone. It turned out her old flame hadn't ended, and a new love had already entered the picture. Things had come to this point; there was no point in saying anything more. I had barely said, "Okay!" when she hung up on the other end. From the night we broke up until now, I still couldn't let go of her pragmatism and heartlessness… Lost in thought, my grip on the railing tightened unconsciously until a splash of water on my face brought me back to my senses. Looking around, besides a few people still splashing water on the sea from the edge of the boat, there was only one girl standing a short distance ahead of me. She was the only one still on the deck; the other girls had all gone into the cabin.

She had long hair, a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and a straw sun hat hanging down her back. Because I could only see her profile, I couldn't make out her face. I studied her with curiosity, wondering what kind of girl she was.

A little while later, a big wave hit, and the boat rocked violently. She wasn't paying attention and fell backward. Luckily, I wasn't far from her, but I became her punching bag; she bumped into me and I fell backward too. She grabbed the railing to steady herself, while I landed flat on my back like a turtle. I think I heard her laugh.

She asked me sheepishly, "Are you alright?"

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