My older sister was my first teacher

1.
My name is Li Haoxuan.
My mother passed away shortly after I was born, without even having a chance to see me.
When I was eight, my father, driven by poverty, committed his first robbery, accidentally killing someone and going to jail.
The day the police arrested my father was Lunar New Year's Eve.
In the eyes of the villagers, I was a jinx, responsible for my mother's death and my father's imprisonment.
They pointed and spat behind my back, saying I was unlucky.
I squatted behind the door crying for a whole day, my heart filled with helplessness, fear, and confusion.
I wanted to see my father, so I took the only ten or so yuan we had and went to the county town.
The county town was huge, and I didn't know where my father was being held. I mustered my courage to ask around, but dressed in rags, no one paid me any attention.
I stayed on the streets of the county town for two days. A stray dog snatched half a chicken leg I had found, and I cried in fear. Just then, a girl chased the stray dog away with a brick.
Her name was Ding Qian, fifteen years old, seven years older than me. She told me to call her "sister."
After learning about my situation, she told me to come with her, saying she was alone too and it would be good to have company.
Looking at Ding Qian, I, lonely and helpless, felt like I had found a safe haven.
After calling her "sister," I fainted.
When I woke up, I was lying clean on a red bed, with a red rag doll beside my pillow. The bed smelled wonderful, better than any other scent I had ever smelled.
I told my sister I wanted to see my father. She said that from now on it would just be the two of us, and if I dared to leave her, she would abandon me and never care for me again. During
those days wandering in the county town, I was terrified. I never wanted to eat food that others had thrown away or trampled on again; those days were a nightmare.
From then on, I never dared to mention seeing my father again.
My sister was often not home, day or night. I didn't know what she was doing. I was afraid she would abandon me, but when I asked her, she wouldn't tell me.
Once, my sister got angry when I asked her about it, raised her hand and slapped me. After hitting me, she cried.
From that day on, my sister's work became the second taboo topic between us.
On the third day at her house, my sister came home panting, her face covered in sweat, and there seemed to be a bruise on her neck. I quickly poured her a glass of water and brought it to her.
She drank the water in one gulp and cursed, "How dare you bully me like this? I'll kill you sooner or later!"
After she finished speaking angrily, she took off the red coat she was wearing and threw it to me.
Then, she slowly took off her black stockings, revealing her tender and lovely little feet and her long, snow-white legs.
My sister had a great figure, without an ounce of excess fat, just like the sexy female mannequins on the wall hanging in her bedroom.
But at the same time, I noticed some red marks on her abdomen and back, as if she had been scratched, especially on her chest, where it seemed like she had been bitten, and there was faint traces of blood seeping out.
I quickly asked my sister what was wrong, if someone had hit her.
My sister glared at me and went back to her bedroom.
I stood helplessly in the living room, cursing myself for meddling and making my sister angry.
A few minutes later, my sister came out of her bedroom, beckoned to me with her finger, and I ran over to her, standing in front of her, not daring to say a word.
My sister looked at me with a smile.
I lowered my head even further and apologized to my sister, promising never to make her angry again.
My sister squatted down, pinched my chin, and gave me a strange smile, "Xuanxuan, help your sister rub her back, okay?"
I nodded quickly.
At that moment, I only felt that as long as I could help my sister, I would do anything.
My sister helped me take off my clothes.
When she saw my manhood, she stared at it for a few seconds, then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were somewhat complicated, and then she pulled me into the bathroom.
My sister's bathroom was very beautiful, with a special fragrance.
Warm water flowed over her delicate body, and some bruises on her body.
I stood beside her, letting the water from my sister splash onto me.
I stared blankly at her as she showered. To be honest, I didn't know what I was looking at; I just thought she was incredibly beautiful.
Suddenly, she squatted down and started crying, letting the water from the showerhead soak her hair and body. I quickly went to her side and asked what was wrong.
She choked back tears and said it was nothing, just that I needed to scrub her back. She wouldn't let me ask, so I didn't dare. I stood behind her and carefully scrubbed her back. Actually, she was very clean, not dirty at all. I didn't know why she always showered several times after coming back. After I finished scrubbing her back, she turned around and hugged me tightly for several minutes before letting go. "Sis, you haven't scrubbed my front yet," I said immediately after she released me. She smiled and shook her head. "No need, let me wash you, okay?" She washed me for a good half hour. The shower gel lathered up nicely, smelling wonderful and making my skin feel smooth, especially when my sister helped me wash up – it felt so good. After she finished, she told me to leave, saying she needed to take a shower. I was very obedient then, immediately leaving and lying on the sofa watching TV. My sister showered for a long time, and I could hear suppressed moans coming from the bathroom. When she came out, her face was flushed. Being young and naive, I ran to her and asked if she was sick. My sister, blushing, ran back to her bedroom. Perhaps she was careless, because her towel fell down just before she closed the door… I thought her back looked so beautiful! Every few days, my sister would have me shower with her. After she finished, she would stay in the bathroom for a long time, coming out with her face still flushed. I never said anything more. I knew nothing about my sister's situation, and I didn't dare ask. I only knew that she didn't go to school; she said she hated it. However, she encouraged me to study hard and become a promising person. I don't know how my sister managed it, but after I'd been living with her for a little over a month, she sent me to school. Seeing the tuition she'd scraped together with her spare change, I cried. I secretly vowed that I would never let her down, that I would be good to her for the rest of my life. Every night, my sister would hold me as we slept, and I especially loved that feeling, particularly touching her long legs and pressing my face against her chest—it was so warm. When I was thirteen, I had my first wet dream. When I woke up, I vaguely remembered my sister, Ding Qian, appearing in my dream. When she noticed, she grinned mischievously at me, "Xuanxuan's all grown up!" I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into the ground. At thirteen or fourteen, I already understood the differences between boys and girls, and after the wet dream, I suggested sleeping separately from my sister. I was a little reluctant.

I could tell my sister was reluctant to leave.
For years, she'd been going out late, sometimes leaving around 9 AM and not returning until 3 or 4 AM. I'd never asked, but my curiosity grew.
Finally, one Saturday, she dressed very sexily and went out, so I secretly followed her.
After changing buses several times, she finally entered a dark alley.
I stood a short distance away and looked. The alley had many small shops, each with the four characters "Foot Massage."
My mind went blank.
Although I'd never been here, I'd heard it was a place that used foot massage as a front for... you know...
I kept telling myself that my sister definitely didn't work here; she must be looking for someone or had something urgent to attend to, and she'd be out soon.
But I waited and waited, and my sister didn't come out. Instead, I saw men going in and out, all looking like they weren't quite done, pulling up their pants.
I felt increasingly uneasy, and finally, I couldn't resist and went into the small shop my sister had entered.
Pushing open the door, I saw three or four women dressed as alluringly as my sister sitting on the sofa by the door, their long legs exposed, their full breasts almost bursting out.
When I went in, one of the women paused for a moment, then smiled at me, "Oh, so young and already looking for fun." She
reached out to grab me.
I pushed her away and ran inside. I had to find my sister; I had to find her today.
Pushing open the first door, I saw a man with his pants pulled down to his knees, on top of a woman, thrusting up and down. Although I'd never seen anything like it before, I knew what they were doing.
My mind was spinning, but I also felt a sense of relief.
My sister wasn't here. Maybe she was gone; I just hadn't seen her.
Amidst the woman's screams and the man's angry curses, I retreated from that small room.
Just then, another door opened, and a man came out, his arm around my sister.
I stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at my sister.
Ding Qian saw me too, and she froze. "Xuanxuan, you... what are you doing here... I..."
She tried to explain in a panic, but couldn't utter a coherent sentence.
I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her.
Suddenly, I felt nauseous. Looking at her body, I felt like throwing up.
I don't know what came over me, but I walked up to her step by step. Just as she was about to speak, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. "You're so dirty!" I
yelled, then ran out of the foot massage parlor without looking back.
I ran through the streets like a madwoman.
My sister chased after me, crying and calling my name, but I didn't turn around. I don't know how many people I bumped into on the way; I just wanted to get away from her. She was so dirty.
When I got home, I locked myself in my bedroom.
My sister's cries drifted in from outside my room. "Xuanxuan, let me explain..."
"Filthy, so filthy! I don't have a sister like you, disgusting. I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't have a sister as filthy as you!" I yelled, sprawled on the bed.
Later, I don't know what she said outside the door, because after I yelled, I pulled the blanket over my head and covered my ears tightly with my fingers.
I don't know why, but I was incredibly stubborn at the time, not giving my sister a chance to explain, and even using the most vicious language to provoke her.
Later, whenever I thought about it, I would slap myself.
Lying in bed, my soul felt like it had been ripped out, my heart filled with complex emotions.
It wasn't until the next morning that I opened the door and left the room.
At that time, I thought that telling her I would leave would be repaying her kindness in raising me all these years.
I was such a fool, a complete and utter fool.
Chapter Three: My Sister's Secret .
I knocked on my sister's door and said through the door, "I'm waiting for you in the living room, I have something to say," and then I went to the living room.
I had just sat down when I saw a piece of paper on the coffee table.
"Xuanxuan, I really want to be with you forever. Don't blame me, okay? I'm leaving, and I've left you some money for living expenses. Study hard and don't let me down. Xuanxuan, I'm not dirty, really not dirty. Why won't you listen to my explanation?"
There were a few dried water stains on the paper—my sister's tears.
My mind went blank, and panic gripped me. I rushed to my sister's bedroom like a madwoman, opened the door, and found it empty.
The bedroom was still so fragrant and tidy, but her clothes were gone.
My sister is gone, she's really gone.
No, I can't leave my sister. She's everything to me; I can't let her leave me.
I felt like the sky had fallen. I slapped myself hard twice. My sister said she wasn't dirty, so she definitely wasn't. Why didn't I listen to her explanation? Why did I hit and scold her?
No, I can't lose my sister. I can't let her go. I have to find her.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I rushed out of the house and ran to the foot massage parlor. As soon as I burst inside, I shouted, "Sister!"
The women there said, "Oh, so you're Ding Qian's brother. Ding Qian didn't come today."
I stood there, dejected, tears streaming down my face.
Just like when my father was arrested, I felt that same loneliness and helplessness.
One of the women looked at me and sighed, saying, "Your sister has had a hard life. She's suffered so much for you, her brother. You must treat Ding Qian well from now on."
Self-reproach and regret overwhelmed me, and I slapped myself several times.
My sister had done so much for me all these years, and I hadn't even given her a chance to explain.
I ran out of the foot massage parlor and frantically searched the streets for Ding Qian, asking everyone I saw, but no one paid any attention to me. They all treated me like a madman, keeping their distance.
I searched for two days, but I couldn't find her. She seemed to have vanished into thin air, without a trace.
Back home, I desperately hoped my sister would appear at the door, but she didn't.
I squatted in the living room, filled with remorse. My sister had always cared for and loved me so much. Even if she really did that kind of thing, so what?
She's my sister, my sister for life.
I hadn't even bothered to ask what happened, and had just started yelling at her, calling her dirty.
My sister said she wasn't dirty, so she definitely wasn't. I must have misunderstood her.
I felt so guilty. My sister must have had her reasons. I should have given her a chance to explain, but I had deeply hurt her. All
she left me with was her wronged and heartbroken figure, and her endlessly sorrowful and aggrieved face.
Every time my sister appeared in my mind, my heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.
For the next few days, I locked myself in the house. I, who had always been a good student, even started smoking.
One afternoon, there was a knock at the door. I rushed there like a madman, hoping it was my sister coming home.
A middle-aged woman stood outside the door. Disappointed, I was about to close the door without a word.
"You must be Xiao Xuan. I'm Ding Qian's mother!" she said, sighing.
Hearing her words, I froze, then looked up again.
"Where's my sister? Do you know anything about her?" I clung to the woman as if grasping at a straw.
The auntie told me that Ding Qian had called this morning and asked me to pass on a message.
I quickly asked what her sister said.
"Ding Qian is worried about you being alone. She told me to tell you that if you're capable, go to Shanghai to find her. If you find her, she'll never leave you again. If you give up on yourself like this, she'll never appear again." The auntie's eyes held a pleading look.
I nodded frantically, saying, "Okay, I'll go to Shanghai, right away."
The auntie shook her head, saying, "Ding Qian instructed that you must go on your own."
Hearing my aunt's words, I was stunned. "
I can only go through my own abilities," she said. "Otherwise, you can't go at all. You're too young. Even if you work, no one there will hire you. So, going to university is the only way." She added that this was Ding Qian's wish.
As for the tuition, she said she would help me.
At that moment, I felt a surge of hope, my dim eyes regaining their light.
I asked my aunt for Ding Qian. I wanted to apologize to her, to tell her I missed her.

My aunt's eyes welled with tears. She said Ding Qian hated her and her father, and had never contacted the family for years. Only yesterday, out of concern for me, did she reach out to the family, hoping we could take care of me. My
aunt cried as she told me that she and Ding Qian's father owed Ding Qian so much, and hoped I could go to Shanghai, find her, and take care of her.
I nodded heavily, saying I would definitely find Ding Qian and take care of her for the rest of my life.
My aunt wanted me to go with her to live with her, but I refused. This is my and Ding Qian's home; I won't leave, and I don't want to leave, because it holds my most beautiful memories with Ding Qian.
My aunt left!
I wiped away my tears hard.
Sister, wait for me. I will definitely get into a university in Shanghai and come find you, I definitely will.
Back at school, the sky seemed exceptionally blue, and the air exceptionally fresh!
I studied even harder than before, even taking my books to the bathroom. In the high school entrance exam, I achieved the highest score in the entire school and was admitted to the best high school in the county.
I became a bookworm in the eyes of my classmates.
For three years of high school, I only had one thing on my mind: studying, studying relentlessly.
Because I knew that only by getting into a university in Shanghai could I find my Ding Qian, apologize to her in person, and take care of her for the rest of my life.
With this strong belief, I persevered through three years of high school.
As I walked out of the college entrance exam hall, I smiled. "Sister Ding Qian, wait for me, I'm coming to find you!"
After the exam results came out, unsurprisingly, my score far exceeded the first-tier university cutoff. I applied to that century-old prestigious university in Shanghai, and quickly, I was admitted.
Two months later, carrying my luggage, I boarded the train to Shanghai alone. "
Sister Ding Qian, I'm coming to find you!"
Chapter Four: Seeing What I Shouldn't Have Seen
. Seeing the crowds and traffic of Shanghai, and the bustling streets, no one knew how excited I was. "
Sister Qian, Xuanxuan is coming to find you .
I want you to fulfill your promise from five years ago, to stay with me for life, to be my woman!
" "Is this also a freshman at our school? So rustic, obviously from the countryside.
" "Dirty and an eyesore.
" "Is
he a beggar?" "He stinks."
...
Almost everyone who walked past me looked at me with disgust, keeping their distance, their sarcastic remarks never ceasing.
Hearing their words, a surge of anger rose within me, but I forcibly suppressed it.
I bit my lip, clenched my fists, wanting to curse them for their contempt, but I didn't dare. Before I came to Shanghai, my aunt had repeatedly warned me not to cause trouble. They said that patience brings peace, and compromise brings tranquility.
Suddenly, a horn honked behind me, and a very nice car stopped beside me.
Later, I learned it was a Ferrari.
A girl got out, dressed very sexily, her shoulders and collarbone exposed, wearing a black mini-skirt that revealed her incredibly long and slender legs. She exuded an alluring aura.
I couldn't help but swallow hard.
She gave me a look of disgust and contempt, then waved her hand in front of her nose.
Her gesture felt like a slap in the face, burning my cheek.
Just as I was about to turn away, the other car door opened, and another girl stepped out. I was immediately stunned.
Long, flowing hair, red sunglasses, a tight red t-shirt, and tight denim shorts—her legs were like flawless white jade.
"Sister?"
I couldn't help but call out when I saw the girl.
The long-haired girl looked at me, took off
her sunglasses, and frowned slightly. "Are you calling me? Do we know each other?" Her voice was gentle. "I...I'm sorry, I...I mistook you for someone else." I was stunned when the long-haired girl took off her sunglasses! After apologizing, I quickly turned and left.
Sister Ding Qian didn't know I was in Shanghai, let alone that I was at this university. How could she possibly be here?
I smiled bitterly. I must have missed my sister too much.
"Zhishan, why bother with this bumpkin? He's an eyesore." The girl in the short skirt's voice was full of contempt and mockery.
Hearing her words, my anger flared up instantly. I turned back and squinted at the girl in the short skirt. Although she was quite pretty, there was a hint of coldness on her face.
I immediately knew in my heart that this woman was not to be trifled with.
"Okay, Xia Liu, I think he just mistook me for someone else. Don't be so persistent. Today is our first day of registration, so behave yourself." The girl named Zhi Shan gave me an apologetic look, then took the arm of that gossipy woman and left.
After going through the registration process, I was exhausted and sweating profusely. No one helped me; even the upperclassmen who were welcoming the new students kept their distance.
When I got to the dorm, my three roommates were already there. I greeted them, but they ignored me.
In class, no one wanted to sit next to me.
I understood; this was reality, stark reality.
Of all the new students, I was the poorest. Everyone else was dressed smartly and stylishly, while I stood out so much, still carrying an old, worn-out phone—a gift from Ding Qian's mother before the start of the semester.
However, I didn't expect that Zhi Shan and Xia Liu were also in our class.
Through their self-introductions at the beginning of the semester, I learned that they were both from Shanghai and came from wealthy families.
I was the poorest and least influential student in my class.
When my classmates learned of my college entrance exam scores, they were only shocked for a second before rolling their eyes in unison. "Bookworm," "country bumpkin," "country bumpkin"—these words tumbled from their mouths.
Xia Liu, in particular, said in front of the whole class that I, this country bumpkin, was already trying to eat swan meat like a toad right from the start of
the semester, without even taking a good look at myself. The whole class burst into laughter, their eyes filled with contempt.
My impression of Xia Liu was utterly terrible; just seeing her made me feel disgusted. On the other hand, that girl named Zhishan seemed like a good student—polite and attentive in class.
After some time, I realized that in university, it's never about grades, but about background and family wealth.
And I had none of those!
Faced with their ridicule, I could only endure it. I knew that coming to Shanghai to study wasn't easy, very difficult. The high tuition fees were all paid for by Ding Qian's mother through scrimping and saving.
And my purpose in coming here was clear: to find Ding Qian, my sister.
For Ding Qian's sake, I had to endure it.
What were these sarcastic remarks compared to the pain I caused my sister?
To get along with my classmates, I diligently cleaned the classroom and did everything I could for them, thinking that this would allow me to integrate into their circle.
But I was too naive. All I got in return for my efforts was their even more ruthless exploitation. Sometimes, I felt incredibly worthless for doing this.
The homeroom teacher made me class monitor because no one was interested in it; they were all busy dating and going to hotels.
Teenage boys are restless, and I was no exception. I would steal glances at the girls in my class, but all I got in return were eye-rolls, insults, and mockery.
Besides Zhi Shan, there was another girl with a cold appearance named Ouyang Meng Han, who was very beautiful.
When Zhi Shan noticed me looking at her, she would only smile slightly, and my face would immediately turn as red as a monkey's bottom. She looked a lot like Ding Qian, and every time I saw her, my body would react.
Ouyang Menghan's face was particularly cold; I didn't even dare to look her in the eye.
Shanghai's cost of living is well-known.
While others were feasting on dishes and soups, I could only afford pickled vegetables and steamed buns.
Fortunately, the school had work-study opportunities, which I secured by cleaning a lecture hall in the department and the hallways of our dormitory.
Five hundred yuan a month was a blessing to me.
For over a month after the start of the semester, besides studying and cleaning at school, I tried to wander the streets as much as possible, searching for my sister Ding Qian.
But in this vast sea of people, in this international metropolis, without any clues, finding someone was incredibly difficult—like finding a needle in a haystack.
I thought my university life would be spent searching for Ding Qian.
One day, after cleaning the lecture hall, I turned off the lights and sat down to rest in a corner chair when the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
A man and a woman burst in, embracing and kissing passionately, tearing at each other's clothes.
The woman was Xia Liu.
The man was Hao Minghui, Zhishan's boyfriend. He was handsome, from a very wealthy family, and had become quite a figure within days of the start of the semester, always surrounded by four or five followers.
Xia Liu and Zhishan were best friends.
Now, Hao Minghui and Xia Liu were actually…
Before I could react, Hao Minghui had already pinned Xia Liu to the table.
I knew I had seen something I shouldn't have, and I wanted to leave, but if I stood up now, how could they possibly let me go?
In a moment of quick thinking, I gently pulled the curtains beside me to cover my body.
But my eyes still involuntarily looked towards the two of them.
Chapter Five: Making You Disappear in Shanghai
Xia Liu lay on the conference table, her snow-white thighs wrapped around Hao Minghui's waist.
Hao Minghui kissed Xia Liu's neck, his hands kneading her breasts.
"Minghui, today I'm wearing Zhishan's underwear, do you like it?" Xia Liu gasped, holding Hao Minghui's head tightly against her chest.
Upon hearing this, Hao Minghui, as if injected with stimulants, straightened up, ripped open Xia Liu's clothes, and began frantically kissing her underwear.
Xia Liu's almond-shaped eyes were glazed, and she was panting heavily!
What a slut!
Watching this scene, I thought it was utterly disgusting, and Hao Minghui was a real pervert with a twisted sense of humor, actually…
However, I couldn't deny that I was hard and uncomfortable down there; after all, this scene was too stimulating.
I hid behind the curtains, barely daring to breathe, but I couldn't suppress my restless heart and body.
My eyes were fixed on that despicable couple. I knew I was seeing something I shouldn't have seen, but I couldn't look away.
Hao Minghui pulled down Xia Liu's underwear—no, it should be said that he pulled down Zhishan's underwear from Xia Liu's body.
Thump… splash…
I don't know if I was too nervous, but my foot bumped into the chair next to me, and my hand trembled, pulling the curtains open as well.
Hao Minghui and Xia Liu turned their heads to look at me almost simultaneously.
They had been in the lecture hall for quite some time, and their eyes had long since adjusted to the dimness inside.
"Ah! Minghui, someone's here!" Xia Liu screamed, quickly getting up from the table and hiding behind Hao Minghui. She grabbed her clothes and frantically put them on.
"What a damn spoilsport! Who's hiding here peeping? Get out here!" Hao Minghui roared, rushing over and pulling me out from behind the curtains.
He'd just been messing with Xia Liu, and I'd ruined his fun. He was furious and wanted to unleash all his anger on me.
Hao Minghui pulled me out from behind the curtains and punched me in the face.
Having never fought before, I was no match for him. I knocked over several chairs and lay on the floor, my mouth watering and blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.
Seeing the enraged Hao Minghui, I was terrified. Hao Minghui wasn't just tall and strong; he was also rich and powerful, with many henchmen. Even teachers had to give him a wide berth.
And me? I didn't even have a single friend.
Enraged, Hao Minghui yanked me up from the ground, his eyes glaring at me fiercely. "Tell me, what did you just see?" His eyes and tone were filled with a chilling intent.
Hearing Hao Minghui's question, my legs trembled, and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. "No...no, I didn't see anything."
"Li Haoxuan, so it's you, you bumpkin! What are you doing here?" Xia Liu's expression of panic flashed for a moment when she saw me, then turned to vicious anger, which quickly turned into contempt.
"Minghui, it's alright now that it's him. I thought it was someone else. Even if he had a few times the courage, he wouldn't dare to tell anyone about this." Xia Liu glanced at me dismissively, calmly straightening her clothes.
I understood that if it were someone else, this slut Xia Liu might be wary, afraid of exposing their dirty secrets. But she despised me utterly. In her eyes, I was just a bumpkin, not even worthy of carrying her shoes.
Hao Minghui asked Xia Liu who I was.
Xia Liu told him that I was the country bumpkin from Hebei.
Hao Minghui said "Oh," and then dismissively pushed me away, clapping his hands as if my clothes had dirtied them.
"Kid, listen up, if you dare say a word out loud, I'll make you disappear from Shanghai!" Hao Minghui said, then put his arm around Xia Liu's slender waist and walked out.
Xia Liu swayed her hips, hooking her arm around Hao Minghui's, her head resting on his shoulder.
I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, Xia Liu said as they walked, "This country bumpkin tried to get close to Zhishan from day one, calling her 'Sister Zhishan,' and later he kept trying to take advantage of her. A toad trying to eat swan meat! If it weren't for her protecting Zhishan, who knows how much I would have taken advantage of her."
Hao Minghui, who had only taken a few steps, immediately stopped, turned around, pushed Xia Liu away, and kicked me in the stomach. I stumbled back a few steps, clutching my stomach and bending over.
Hao Minghui grabbed me again and punched me in the face. This punch was even harder than the last one; my nose started bleeding.
I heard that Hao Minghui used to practice Taekwondo and was quite skilled at it.
I fell to the ground, unable to get up, but Hao Minghui wouldn't let me go. He squatted down and kept punching and slapping me in the face and body.
"You poor bastard, daring to make a move on Zhishan! Today I'll cripple you! Let me tell you, you're not even worthy to look at Hao Minghui's woman!"
Xia Liu, that slut, stood to the side watching with relish, occasionally kicking me in the face.
"I...I didn't, I didn't make a move on Zhishan, I didn't!" My words were repeatedly interrupted by Hao Minghui's slaps.
They said I was lying, so they beat me even more fiercely.
I felt dizzy, as if my body was floating.
Later, Xia Liu stopped Hao Minghui, saying that giving me a lesson was enough. She said that Zhishan would only be blind to like a country bumpkin like him, and with this lesson, he wouldn't dare to do it again.
After Xia Liu finished speaking, she spat on my face.
Disgusting, but I didn't have the strength to wipe it off.
"If you dare to tell anyone about this, you know the consequences." Hao Minghui kicked me, then stood up, straightened his clothes, put his arm around Xia Liu, and left, his hand on Xia Liu's buttocks, the two of them pressed tightly together.
After they left, my tears flowed uncontrollably, my heart filled with endless grievances and humiliation.
You two, coming here looking for thrills, didn't you even check if anyone was around? You just came and did it, I couldn't even hide in time, is it my fault? Why did you bully me like this?
My body ached, my head was spinning, and due to limited space, follow the WeChat public account [Ruolan Bookstore] and reply with the number 183 to continue reading the exciting story! My nose was bleeding profusely.
As the saying goes, a person lives for their reputation, a tree lives for its bark. Now, I truly have no dignity left.
But I have to endure it. I believe that with Hao Minghui's power, he could easily make me disappear.
I still need to find Ding Qian, I still need to find my sister. I have to endure all of this.
So, I can only keep this matter to myself.
After lying on the ground for more than twenty minutes, my body felt a little better, and I slowly got up.
Enduring the pain, I wiped the blood off the floor. Because I don't want to lose this job, and I can't lose it, otherwise, I won't have anything to eat.
As I wiped the blood off the floor, I inadvertently noticed a small silver butterfly where the two of them had been doing their business. It was very pretty and looked quite precious.
It must have fallen from Xia Liu's underwear, because I had seen a similar decoration on Ding Qian's underwear before, although back then, the one on Ding Qian's underwear was just plastic.
I smiled bitterly and put the small silver butterfly in my pocket.
After making sure the classroom floor was clean, I dragged my aching and exhausted body away. Although this wasn't the first time I'd been beaten, it was absolutely the most humiliating experience I'd ever had. The inability to fight back, the silent suffering—it was the most unbearable humiliation I'd ever endured. It was also the first time I truly experienced reality. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Ruolan Bookstore] and reply with the number 183 to continue reading the exciting story!) In today's society, without ability or money, only academic achievements are seen as worthless; nobody will even glance at you. University is completely different from high school. In high school, if students fought, the school would intervene, the dean of students would intervene, but in university, nobody cares. They just collect their salaries and attend their classes. Reality, ruthlessness, indifference!
On the way back to the dormitory, the wind blew on my face, it hurt! I could feel that my face was at least three times swollen.

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