[Tales of Pyramid Schemes] (15-18) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 17634

Chapter Fifteen: Surveillance and Peeping

A warm hand suddenly reached out and grabbed mine, shaking it enthusiastically. "Welcome! Welcome!
A warm welcome!..."

A burst of enthusiastic cheers echoed down the corridor. I realized the corridor was already packed with people,
at least . Ma Biao and Jinlian, their faces beaming with smiles, walked through them like a military parade,
shaking hands with each of them in turn. The one holding my hand was the handsome guy who had helped me with my luggage at the hotel entrance forty minutes earlier.
The bearded man and his pretty girlfriend were also in the queue. I had never seen anything like it! I stood there
dumbfounded , unable to move. Ma Biao had already reached the end of the line, turning back eagerly, hoping I would come over.

"Hurry up and shake hands with them, it's polite!" The handsome guy who had just shaken my hand patted my arm. I glared at him
angrily , as if I had been greatly insulted. Did I lack manners? Besides, why should I be polite?

The corridor was completely silent; everyone tilted their heads, looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to show them "politeness."
Reluctantly, I walked over and cautiously shook hands with them. It felt like
a rehearsal before a leader's arrival, making me look foolish and ridiculous, my movements even more clumsy.

Like an idiot, I shook hands with them one by one. Luckily, they were all around my age,
except for one girl who was even younger, about sixteen or seventeen—let's call her "Little One." When I got to her, I
looked up at her, and she smiled ingratiatingly, extending her soft, white hand. I took her hand and said,
"Hello!" She nodded shyly and said, "Hello!"

After the handshake, several girls swarmed around me, like watching monkeys that had accidentally escaped from a circus
, pulling my hand and wanting me to play games with them. Just moments ago, many people were holding a warm welcome ceremony in the hallway
, but in the blink of an eye, they were in a room with a balcony, and everyone
was
immediately in their places: some were playing cards, some were playing chess, some were playing marbles, some were telling jokes… I felt like they were born actors, each fulfilling their role perfectly and instantly.

I pulled my hands away from theirs and told them I didn't want to play. The girl who looked younger seemed
to have mustered up her courage and said to me, "Handsome, I'm still a virgin!" I
glared back behind the crowd. It was ridiculous; what did virginity have to do with playing games?
I found Ma Biao outside the crowd; he was talking quietly with Jinlian.

"Old Ma, I'm tired, I want to rest for a while!" I said to Ma Biao with a smile, trying to appear
calm so as not to be noticed.

"Well, you must be tired after a night on the train," he said considerately, glancing at Jinlian.
"Go get the blankets." Jinlian obediently ran to the room next to the "recreation room."

Ma Biao led me through a double wooden door, revealing a large living room. Apart from the floor covered with patchwork
light blue foam mats, it was completely empty. As I entered, I noticed
a room to the left, separated by a dark blue curtain, adjacent to this "large bedroom." Diagonally
opposite the door to the left was the "recreation room," and beyond that was the room Jinlian had run into to get something (perhaps a storage room).
Opposite the "recreation room" and the storage room were the bathroom and kitchen.

"Sleep here?" I asked Ma Biao, puzzled. I had never slept in such a large, "luxurious"
room .

"Yes, just make do. You know how tough it is when you're traveling, right?" Ma Biao
avoided my gaze, not daring to meet my eyes, as he took the blanket Jinlian brought and walked towards the corner.

"Alright!" I said helplessly, spreading my hands at Jinlian. "What's done
is .

"Don't worry, no one will bother you. You'll get a good rest. We'll
go out for dinner ." Jinlian's face was a little red, as if she were begging me.

Ma Biao had already made the bed and was beckoning me. Jinlian went over and
quickly , making it look smoother. I took off my shoes and lay down. Jinlian and Ma Biao retreated to the door,
closing it behind them. I heard a harsh, metallic clanging sound, as if someone had brought
a chain to lock the door from the outside, but Ma Biao stopped them in a low voice.

I checked my phone; it was almost 2 PM, the perfect time for a nap. I hadn't
taken a nap so why not just have a good, long nap, forget about this pyramid scheme? I thought about
calling Dad, Xin'er, or Rongrong, but just as I checked the time, someone was already peeking through
the door crack. There might even be two guards
standing watch on either side of me. I couldn't call now; it would alert them. My best option was to just be genuinely
tired and go to sleep.

I accepted it. I knew it was a pyramid scheme. It was all my fault for panicking and acting rashly; it was all my fault for trusting my friends too much. Despite the
unease these strange people made me, despite the fear that my ID and phone would be
gone —I decided to sleep anyway. What better way was there? Nowhere here was
a secret; nothing could be hidden.

Around 4 PM, Ma Biao woke me up. Damn it, I hadn't had enough sleep yet! Besides,
4 PM is too late for lunch and too early for breakfast, but I guess I'll get up anyway. These
people are a bit abnormal anyway.

Passing the "recreation room" on my way to the restroom, I glanced inside. It was the same
harmonious scene: everyone was sitting on the floor, chatting and laughing, playing games and flirting. A bearded
boy was even pinching a chubby girl's round cheek, while the innocent-looking girl lay barefoot
in her boyfriend's arms. The floor, like in my large bedroom, was covered with blue foam
mats, nothing particularly interesting on them. They were clearly having a great time. But with so
many people living in a three-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment, how were they going to sleep at night? Everyone was in the prime of their adolescence
, with their hormones raging. Wouldn't some kind of lewd thing happen?

I went into the restroom, closed the door, and checked my ID and phone. Thankfully, they were still safely in my
pocket. This is a large, long bathroom, but the floor is covered with soaking clothes.
The plastic bucket smelled rancid and unpleasant, but thankfully, there were two toilets, a faucet, and a
showerhead , so I could take a shower tonight—I felt sticky and uncomfortable all over. On the wall opposite the toilets hung
various kinds of underwear. The loose, baggy, solid-colored underwear was probably men's, while the small, colorful
ones were probably women's. I've never understood why women's underwear is
smaller than men's, since women usually have fuller hips. I saw a fresh pink lace pair that looked a lot like the one Xin'er wore, so I couldn't resist
reaching out pulling it askew to take a closer look. I brought my nose close to the area and smelled it; there was a pungent
, nauseating odor. Perhaps stimulated by this lewdness, my penis instantly reacted, struggling to become
erect , and the urge to urinate became even more urgent. Then I remembered I was there to use the restroom.

I lifted the toilet lid, pulled out my unruly companion, and started urinating.
After I finished, I shook the base a few times to let the remaining urine drain out. Seeing its
eager , silly look, I couldn't resist pinching the foreskin and stroking the thick, reddish shaft back and forth
. A tingling, electric-like throbbing sensation shot through me, reaching my brain. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and let out a long, relieved
sigh. Just as I was about to try again, a
soft voice suddenly came from outside the bathroom door: "Let me see!" Startled, I quickly stuffed my penis into my underwear, hurriedly
zipped up my pants, and fastened my belt. My face flushed instantly; I could even feel the veins in my neck
bulging it filled me with embarrassment and anger.

I hurried towards the bathroom door and found a small hole in the wooden door. What a pervert!
Can't even use the bathroom in peace? Is there no way to live?

I angrily yanked the door open with a bang, only to find "Little One" and Jinlian standing outside.
Jinlian was holding Little One's arm, as if I had frightened them; I could see the fear
trembling . What should I say? If it were any other boy, I would have lost my temper, but in front of me were
two pitiful little rabbits trembling. The situation was crystal clear: Jinlian looked first, and while looking,
she discovered something (probably when I was smelling my underwear and fiddling with my penis), which Little One noticed.
Little One insisted on seeing, but I don't know if she saw anything at all. Maybe she hadn't even seen anything before Jinlian grabbed
her arm; maybe she was looking and was pulled away by Jinlian after hearing my footsteps. Whatever the reason, Jinlian
saw it. I was furious and speechless, while the "recreation room" across the street was still making a ruckus. We stood
there facing each other for four or five seconds.

"It was me..." Jinlian spoke, her voice trembling but with a stubborn indifference. Her expression
seemed to say, "I saw it, so what?" Under the intimidating force of my fierce glare, she
had already pulled the frightened kitten behind her for protection. Did I look like I was about to hit someone? Hit two frail
women?

"Fine, it was you!" I said helplessly, my words lacking any real force. I was even disappointed in
myself , but what else could I say? I was afraid things would escalate, attracting
all those bored people inside to come out and watch the spectacle—that was not the scene I wanted to see.

"So, you won't tell anyone, will you?" I paused, sounding like I was begging them. After all,
I had smelled a girl's underwear, which wasn't exactly something to be proud of.

Jinlian nodded repeatedly, and the little one followed suit, nodding back and forth. Since they had promised, what else could I
say ?

I strode into the "entertainment room" to find Ma Biao, thinking he should be inside. Behind me, I heard
Xia Budian giggling and making crude remarks like "really big." Jinlian shuddered, stopping her from
continuing—I heard it all—though very softly. The people in the "entertainment room" were having a
great time , except for a slightly chubby girl in camouflage casual clothes who was earnestly imitating military marching,
like one of those silly things we did when we entered university: one elbow raised to chest level, the other half-
fisted behind her, one leg calf pointed, the other toe pointed forward, alternating. The girl
had fair skin like someone from Chongqing, but she was a little overweight; otherwise, she would have been quite pretty, and
a bit taller than Jinlian. She was rhythmically chanting "one, two, one…" in Sichuan dialect, then
stopped .

"Handsome, come practice your footwork!" The chubby seal awkwardly approached me,
warmly inviting me in standard Sichuan dialect.

"Where's Brother Biao?" I didn't want to waste time with her, so I asked her directly; I had no interest in practicing any of that lousy
footwork.

"He was just here! Go look for him in the living room!" she said, blushing sheepishly.

When I turned around, Jinlian and Little Dot were still whispering in the corner. I walked to
the door of the large living room where I had been sleeping, and through the open door, I saw Ma Biao standing on the balcony, hands in his pockets,
looking out through the iron railing. The sunlight slanted across the white walls of the opposite building, the
glare forcing him to squint. For a second or two, I saw Ma Biao as he used to be,
so different from everyone else in this room. I wondered what he was thinking? Was he homesick? Was he happy here
? These questions swirled in my mind. Chapter Sixteen I Have a New Mentor

I coughed lightly, cleared my throat, and walked in. Ma Biao turned around when he heard footsteps.

"Alright..." Ma Biao snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me. "Want to meet them?"
He adjusted his glasses and said, resuming his current identity.

"No need, there's plenty of time. We can get to know each other slowly later. You said you wanted to go eat?" I said,
trying my best to dispel his concerns and put him on his guard—as far as I knew, Ma Biao wasn't
someone who could be easily fooled.

"Oh, yes, it's a bit early to eat now. But I have something to tell you, we can talk
as ." Ma Biao took my hand and walked out, calling out to Jinlian. Jinlian skipped and
hopped from the bathroom door, and I noticed she had changed into a pair of pink mesh running shoes.

"I want to go too! I want to go too!" The little one ran up excitedly behind, shouting as she ran,
just like a chirping little sparrow.

"Hehe, kid, why don't you stay home? My brother and I have something to do!" Ma Biao grinned broadly.
Smiling, his two large, prominent teeth were quite eye-catching.

The little one pouted and reluctantly turned back, stomping his feet angrily as he went into the "entertainment room."
Ma Biao, Jinlian, and I went outside.

The sun was already setting, but the heat hadn't subsided, making us feel warm and cozy. If Ma Biao
worked at customs or anywhere else, as long as it wasn't here, I think we could still work together, just like we said
years ago. How wonderful that would be. Now it seems all of that is just a pipe dream. Oh,
my hamburger! My foreign girl!

We walked through several streets in the sunshine and sat down on a park bench. Ma Biao sat
in the middle , and Jinlian and I sat on either side.

"Sigh! Things have come to this point, so I'll be frank!" Ma Biao sighed and got straight to the point.

"Go ahead, I'm listening." I liked this direct approach.

"Do you know what pyramid schemes are?" he suddenly asked, tilting his head.

"No, what are pyramid schemes?" I said, feigning ignorance, waiting for his explanation.

"The difference between having a product and not having a product!" Ma Biao said decisively.

"What do you mean by having a product and not having a product?" I was completely confused.

"Oh, you might find it hard to understand." He realized I knew nothing about pyramid schemes. "It's like a
product that the manufacturer produces and then sells directly—that's called direct selling." He explained while gesturing, looking
very professional.

"Is that so? But wasn't what I was talking about just now a pyramid scheme?" I felt he was going off-topic.

"Yes!" He spread his hands, his eyes shining brightly through his thick glasses.
"To understand pyramid schemes, you have to understand direct selling first. Pyramid schemes are illegal, direct selling is legal, it's that simple."

Jinlian was amused by his serious attitude and giggled—it was the silvery laughter of a young girl!

"Stop laughing!" Ma Biao glared at her, cruelly cutting off that innocent laughter. "You need to
listen carefully too; you still have a lot to learn." Jinlian nodded quickly.

"But what does this have to do with us?" I asked him deliberately.

"I invited you all this way because I value your talent. Now, a chance to make money is right in
front of us. If we don't seize it, it'll slip away!" Ma Biao said earnestly.

"I want to make money too, but aren't we going to work at customs?" I finally mentioned
the It sounded so unfamiliar and distant now, when it was so close just yesterday!

"Didn't I tell you? Why can't you see that?" Ma Biao
was . "Why go to customs? The opportunity is right in front of us. It's up to you!"

"Who doesn't want to make money? But are we doing a pyramid scheme or direct selling?" I knew I
could never mention the word "customs" again.

"Direct selling!" he exclaimed confidently, slapping his thigh. "We have products! We sell
a set of health products from China Green Food (Holdings) Co., Ltd. I'll take you to see our
warehouse !" He pointed ahead, as if their precious product
warehouse was hidden in the bushes of a park, with bundles of red banknotes haphazardly stacked inside.

"Okay, no documents are needed, right? No employment contract?" I asked suspiciously.

"None of that! Even if you're a primary school student, or even uneducated, as long as you have enthusiasm, you can
earn tons of money. Your monthly income won't be lower than those super white-collar workers!" Ma Biao's emotions grew increasingly agitated,
and tiny spittle even flew out and hit the back of my hand.

"So now I'm an employee of China Green Food (Holdings) Co., Ltd.?" I asked, tilting my head, trying to
show an eager expression on my face.

"That depends on what you want. If you'd rather go back to Chongqing and earn that meager salary, I won't
force you! We're free to come and go here." He spoke such a long sentence in one breath that he was a little out of breath. He took
a breath and said, "Of course, as a good buddy, I invited you all the way from Chongqing. You won't blame me, will you
?"

"No..." I said. He mentioned "Chongqing," which reminded me of Xin'er, who was thousands of miles away.
I wondered if she would laugh if she saw this. "What nonsense are you talking about? Good brothers share both the hardships and
the joys !" I quickly pulled my distant thoughts back.

"That's well said, that's what a good brother is! I was worried you'd be put off by our industry because you don't
understand it! I've been rambling on for so long." Ma Biao breathed a sigh of relief. "She's
your mentor now. Ask her if you don't understand anything. Jinlian entered the industry earlier than you, she knows more than you,
the capable should be the teacher!" He leaned back in his chair so I could see my beautiful "mentor."

"And you?" I looked at Jinlian, who smiled shyly. Oh! My "mentor."

"Me? I'm a lecturer now, responsible for teaching everyone. You should come to class tomorrow!"
Ma Biao said proudly. "Oh, by the way, didn't you used to wear glasses?" Ma Biao only just realized
I wasn't wearing glasses.

"Well, you can get nearsightedness surgery, it cost three thousand yuan!" I remembered seeing an advertisement for nearsightedness surgery in school
and just blurted it out.

"Great! Great! I'll get a new pair sometime, these glasses are so damn annoying!" Ma Biao said,
taking off his glasses and rubbing his poor, sunken eye sockets hard with the back of his hand. The sunlight slanted down
on us, casting a golden glow. Ma Biao rubbed harder and harder, as if a grain of sand was stuck in his eye and wouldn't come out.
"Hey, you guys keep chatting, I'll go see if there's a tap over there to rinse my eyes!" He
said, getting up and rubbing his eyes as he walked away; it seemed that grain of sand was really stubborn.

"Teacher Jin!" I said to Jinlian after seeing Ma Biao walk away; she was looking elsewhere.

"Don't call me that, you're older than me, I should call you brother!" She smiled shyly,
"Just call me Jinlian!"

"Okay, how long have you been here?" I heard Ma Biao say that she was quite experienced.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, I've only been here for a month, I don't know anything yet." She shook her head, her hair fluttering in
the evening breeze .

"I want to ask you a question, but I don't know..." I said, remembering how she and Little Dot
had been spying on me outside the bathroom door.

"Go ahead and tell me, it's okay!" She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her hands on her chin,
pretending to listen attentively.

"Why...why were you and Little One peeping at me in the restroom?" I finally asked, finally getting to
the point .

"With whom?" she asked, unsure who "Little One" referred to—maybe that's not what they called her.
"You mean that little girl from Jiangxi?"

"Yes, that's her," I said. So she was from Jiangxi.

"Haha, her name is Huang Xing, we call her Little Xing'er, not Little One." Jinlian giggled
. "You sure know how to give people nicknames!"

"Where? Because she's small, probably not even an adult yet?" I said.

"No way! Don't let her small size fool you, she's already eighteen, a little devil!" Jinlian
said with a smile.

"Why were you peeping at me in the restroom? That's not good." Realizing we were getting off
-topic quickly steered the conversation back on track.

"Well... someone told us to come, so we came. There's nothing we could do!" She was
someone who couldn't keep a secret, as you could tell from that statement.

"So who told you to come? Brother Biao?" I asked, not realizing at the time that asking such a
sensitive question was too hasty and direct.

"No, no, don't ask, I won't tell you." Jinlian indeed became nervous, shaking her head like
a rattle-drum.

"Oh..." I pondered. If it wasn't Ma Biao, then there must be someone even higher up. I suddenly
thought of Lao Li. Could he be that person? He hadn't shown his face yet. "
What did you see in the bathroom?" I decided to change the subject.

"You still have the nerve to say that? You're so bad!" Jinlian covered her face and said.

"Bad?" I didn't know if she meant smelling the underwear or fiddling with his penis.

"Do you know whose underwear that was?" Jinlian removed her hands from her face. I saw that her face
was red, and the tips of her earlobes were also red, just like when they had been roasted by the campfire.

"Who cares whose it is? Just don't tell anyone, it's so embarrassing!" I
felt a little embarrassed too, and reiterated my request.

"I'm not a blabbermouth, why would I tell anyone?" Jinlian said. I didn't believe her
. She almost revealed who had instructed her to peep. "You have this kind of fetish? You don't smell any of those panties,
but you smell that one?" she said seriously.

"No, it's just that it looked pretty, and I couldn't resist. It smelled really good!" I said. I didn't have
any weird fetish. If that panty didn't look like the one Xin'er had worn, I don't think I would have been so vulgar and obscene.

"You bad guy! You bad guy!..." She suddenly turned purple and started hitting my shoulder repeatedly.

"What's wrong? This is..." I grabbed her hand to stop her from hitting me. She seemed to have hurt her hand earlier, and she
pulled away from my hand and blew on it.

"You...you're a pervert, that's mine!" she said softly, her head down.

"Ah!" This time it was my turn to be surprised. "Yours... I didn't know it was yours! Don't be angry,
okay ?" I was really afraid my "mentor" would get angry. If that happened, I wouldn't have a chance to get anything out of her
, and they might give me a more difficult "mentor."

"Of course you'd be angry! Wouldn't you be angry if someone smelled your underwear..." She straightened
her back and said seriously.

"Hahaha, I'm not angry at all. Let them smell it however they want, even lick it with their tongue is fine." I
laughed I almost passed out.

"No, I meant you're a girl, what if!" Jinlian became anxious.

"Oh, a girl, then only my boyfriend can smell it!" I said. I thought so too; it
felt weird to be smelled by someone else.

"I'm not your girlfriend!" Jinlian was really angry.

"Okay, okay, just kidding. You're so petty, getting all worked up over this!" I said, knowing she
might . "You only saw this?" I asked, grinning.

"What else could I possibly see?" Jinlian said, flatly denying it. She wasn't so easily
fooled .

"But I also heard Little One, oh, Little Xing'er, Little Xing'er saying something about something being so big..." I continued,
grinning .

"You heard all that? That's what she said, but she's her, and I'm me! I don't think—
" Jinlian blurted out, inadvertently letting slip, "No, I didn't see anything!" she quickly
added .

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Where's Brother Biao? He hasn't come back yet!" I said, realizing
Ma Biao hadn't shown up for so long. Wasn't he supposed to be looking for the water pipe?

"I wonder what he's up to? Let's give him a call. It's getting late, almost seven o'clock,
time to eat!" Jinlian took out her phone to call Ma Biao.

My stomach immediately rumbled in protest at the mention of "eating." This kid, who knows
, he might abandon me! Luckily, Jinlian got through. She said Ma Biao was waiting for us at the Shanxi Dumpling Restaurant and
told us to hurry over. I don't know anyone here, how would I know where the Shanxi Dumpling Restaurant is?

"I know, let's go!" Jinlian pulled me up from the wooden chair and led me back through several streets,
as if afraid I, the prisoner, would escape from my guardian's grasp. Her hands were soft and warm. If it weren't
for this unexpected turn of events, I would have preferred to be dragged along like this, her prisoner. Chapter Seventeen: Who
Isn't Sentimental?

Just as we were about to cross an alley, she suddenly let go of my hand and
slowed . Only then did I see clearly that two people were walking out of a small inn next door—it was that handsome guy and that
innocent-looking girl! They didn't notice us and just walked straight ahead, their faces beaming with happiness and
satisfaction . The girl's hair was a little messy, and she kept turning back to tug at
the hem of her long skirt that covered her ample hips, trying to make it more comfortable. Anyone with eyes could tell what they had just been doing. I remember when I
woke up they were still playing games in the "recreation room." Did they really not have time to come out and have sex so quickly? Jinlian
whispered for me to be quiet, so I kept quiet. After all, she was my "mentor."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, we have very strict rules. No dating between team members."
Jinlian said this to me as we walked away, arm in arm, in the sunset.

"But how do you explain that?" I asked, pointing to their retreating figures disappearing into the alley.

"Those two lovebirds, they can't stand not doing it!" Jinlian said. I didn't know if she said that
out of jealousy or to uphold discipline.

"They're all young people. As the saying goes, which man doesn't fall in love, which girl doesn't dream of romance? It's normal
!" I thought she was being a bit naive, a rather traditional girl, and I thought of
that line from *The Sorrows of Young Werther*.

"Oh my, you've got a whole set of rules!" Jinlian teased me as we walked. "I haven't read many books,
but doing this is wrong!" Jinlian's words made me a little embarrassed. Didn't Ma Biao say she
graduated from Yunnan University? Now she says she hasn't read many books—that's a contradiction, isn't it?

"What's wrong with that?" I felt something was off about what she said.

"You have no idea how slutty that girl is. She used to be like a bitch in heat, attracted to everyone she met,
all because of her good figure." She said this mostly out of jealousy. I couldn't help but glance at Jinlian.
Jinlian's figure, even in her pencil pants, wasn't any worse than that girl's! —Long, straight, curvaceous
legs , her hips were even firmer than that innocent girl's, only her breasts weren't as full, but they were firmer.
As for looks, they should each have their own characteristics, at least they were equally attractive. There was no need to be so
jealous, was there?

"It's normal to like someone! There's nothing to be surprised about, is there?" I felt that the woman's jealousy made her
exaggerate a bit.

"Yeah, liking someone is normal, but you don't know that she basically flirts with all the new guys, as long as they
're not really ugly..." she said.

"Ah! My God, how did you know?" I couldn't quite believe what she said; it was unbelievable.

"I've seen it. Sometimes when I get up to use the bathroom, I'll bump into her doing 'that' with other guys—
in the storage room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen… I've seen it anywhere without light. Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore,
I'll tell you later!" Jinlian got more and more excited as she talked, and I'd rather she told me more, but she stopped.

"Is it still like that now?" I asked, with a ulterior motive, wanting to try it out with this girl in the kitchen.

"No, it hasn't been like that since she got together with this handsome guy. She really likes this handsome guy. You don't
know how much she cried and made a scene when they first started dating, she was so dramatic, she felt like she was going to cut her tendons and veins…" Jinlian seemed
to know quite a bit, just as Ma Biao had said.

"Oh, that's still pretty good!" I felt a little disappointed. "What's her name?"

"What, you like this girl?" Jinlian tilted her head and asked me. We talked like this as we crossed
another street and were now walking in another alley, the sun setting behind the buildings.

"No, her boyfriend is so handsome, I have no chance!" I said.

"That means she likes you. Should I tell her? She definitely likes you. I think you're
even more handsome than her boyfriend." Jinlian was practically talking nonsense.

"Handsome my foot! I just asked her name. If I liked someone, I'd like you too!" I
blurted out, caught up in the conversation.

Jinlian suddenly stopped talking, her head down, her steps slowing. In the twilight, I couldn't tell if her face was
red or not. I noticed this obvious change. For a moment, the air in the alley seemed to freeze, eerily quiet
. We both stopped talking and walked forward silently.

"Yuan Chun, Song Kai." As we approached the alley's exit, Jinlian suddenly looked up and spoke, her
smile blooming like a flower in the night under the streetlights, all the awkwardness from the alley gone. I really
regretted saying that. I wondered if I had hurt her? Or had she remembered something painful from the past?

"What?" I didn't hear her sudden question clearly.

"I said, that boy's name is Song Kai, and that girl's name is Yuan Chun," she said loudly, just as a
truck drove by. What does Chun and Kai have to do with me?

We finally arrived at the Shanxi dumpling restaurant, actually called "Shanxi Noodle and Dumpling Restaurant." Ma Biao
was drinking water when he saw us come in, and quickly waved to the counter to call the owner for
dumplings.

The dumplings in Shanxi are much bigger than those in Chongqing, and the cabbage and pork dumplings taste even better than those in Chongqing . Ma
Biao and I ate three liang (150g), and Jinlian ate two liang (100g). When we came out, Ma Biao and I kept hiccuping, which
made over.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights dappled the sidewalk through the shadows of the trees. On the way back, Ma Biao and I were very
happy . We talked about how he used to eat pig's feet almost every day when he was in his senior year of high school, even though pig's feet are
a forbidden meat for Hui people.

This joyful feeling was fleeting. As we turned into the alleyway of the neighborhood, my
happiness vanished without a trace, as if some ghost lurked in the dark corners, making me afraid to continue
. Even so, I still let Jinlian walk in the middle, and I walked at the very back, because it got darker and darker as we went in
, and some ghostly figures brushed past us.

When we reached the door, Ma Biao rang the doorbell cautiously, just like the first time, full of
vigilance. The next few days were the same; I didn't like this feeling of trepidation.

It was that handsome guy who got up and opened the door for us. It seemed he was specifically in charge of opening doors. Everyone was carrying bedding into the
living room .

"Go wash up, I'll help you make the bed," Ma Biao's care was truly meticulous. After saying that, he went to
the storage room. It seemed my bag was in there. I hadn't seen my
bag , and there wasn't anything valuable in it, so I just left it there.

"You didn't rest well at noon, and you've been on the train all night. Take a shower first!" Jinlian
said with concern, then went into the "recreation room" and slammed the door shut. It seemed the girl's room was the "recreation
room" from the daytime.

I went into the storage room, found my bag, and took out my towel, shampoo, and shower gel. I went to
the bathroom closed the door. I remembered being spied on this afternoon—or rather, monitored—
and a shadow fell over the small hole in the door. Just as I was thinking of how to plug the hole, the door suddenly...
I pushed the door open, almost bumping my head. It was Xiao Xing'er. She skipped in excitedly, smiling broadly, and
said, "Handsome, can I wash your hair for you?" She wasn't shy at all.

"I'm not washing your hair, I'm taking a shower, washing my hair too," she said. I laughed, thinking she was joking.
I noticed she looked a little different tonight than during the day. She was wearing a crisp white shirt under
a pair of khaki overalls with rolled-up cuffs at the knees, making her look like a pure
high school student.

"Then brush your teeth, I'll squeeze the toothpaste for you," she said, reaching for the toothpaste tube. She didn't seem
to be joking ; someone must have called her here. As she squeezed the toothpaste, I noticed she was wearing red slippers,
and I saw her perfect ankles and plump, white calves.

"No need for that, I have my own hands and feet, thank you!" I really didn't know what to say. She
handed me a toothbrush already filled with toothpaste, her small, underdeveloped breasts shyly hidden under
her shirt . I had no choice but to start brushing my teeth.

"Washing your hair?" she asked
again .

Xiao Xing'er stood guard beside me, arms crossed, ready to serve me at any moment. "Washing my hair is fine
, but a bath is possible. Can you help me take a bath?" I teased, just trying to get rid of her.

"Haha, if you dare, I can too." Xiao Xing'er laughed,
revealing Xin'er had dimples like that, but Rongrong didn't.

"Come on, where in Jiangxi are you from?" I remembered Jinlian saying during the day that Xiao Xing'er was from Jiangxi.

"Jiujiang, and you?" she said.

"Brother Biao and I are from the same place. What's your phone number?" I asked her for her phone
number .

She suddenly tensed up, put her finger to her full lips to shush, peeked
out the door, and then pulled back in. "Give me your phone!" she whispered.

I didn't know what she was afraid of; it made it seem like we were having an affair, which made me nervous too,
afraid to speak loudly. "Is it really necessary?" I asked, watching her rapidly type her
phone number into my phone.

"Okay!" she said, handing me the phone after saving it. "Don't tell anyone. Our
team doesn't allow random phone calls." She said mysteriously, winking.

"What do you mean by random phone calls? What if I want to call home?" I thought the team's rule was
absurd and whispered to her.

Xiao Xing'er tiptoed closer to my ear and said, "Someone will be watching you when you make a call! You
have to careful!" Her warm breath tickled my ear. "Okay, that's enough. Go to sleep
!" Xiao Xing'er turned and left the bathroom.

I closed the bathroom door, taking off my clothes while thinking about what Xiao Xing'er had said. I was secretly startled;
I had almost made a big mistake by calling Rongrong or Xin'er. But what I couldn't understand
was: why not just confiscate our phones? That would have been much simpler and easier. I was very grateful to Xiao
Xing'er for bringing me such important news.

My only worry now was that Xin'er would call. I turned off my phone, put it in my pocket, and stood
under the showerhead to start showering. The warm water flowed down my tired body like raindrops.
What had happened today was completely beyond my life experience, leaving me somewhat disoriented. I had entered
a brand new world, surrounded by a group of brand new people. It felt like a dream, indistinguishable from reality.

"Is anyone home?" A girl's voice called from outside, knocking and shouting.

"Wait a minute!" I had already finished lathering up and was about to rinse off. These people, really! Didn't they see
the light was on ? Besides, the faucet was running. I was furious and quickly
rinsed off the soap, dried myself off, and got dressed.
When I came out, it was Jinlian again, spying on me. I couldn't even get a peaceful shower!

"Hehe, I need to use the toilet!" Jinlian smiled ingratiatingly, wearing a pink nightgown with an open
neckline that revealed a purple bra and a hint of alluring cleavage, showing off her slender neck and pointed
collarbone. She was clutching her lower abdomen, as if she was about to squat down and sit down.

"Go ahead, sorry, I'm just taking a shower!" I said indifferently as I slipped out of the room.

"It's alright!" Jinlian mumbled as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.

The hallway was empty. Ma Biao came out of the living room and waved to me: "Come in quickly, the lights are about to turn off!"

"Going to sleep now?" I said as I walked over. I remembered checking my phone before showering;
it was almost ten o'clock.

"I know you're a night owl, but people around here go to bed earlier, so as not to disturb the neighbors,"
Ma Biao explained patiently, as if people from Shanxi were more civilized than people from Chongqing, where
many people are still awake at one or two in the morning. Chapter Eighteen: Color Silent Film

Entering the living room, the floor on both sides was already filled with people lying down, their snoring rising and falling. Only
a narrow passage remained in the middle. Ma Biao and I walked along the passage towards the balcony, trying to be as careful as possible,
because we might accidentally bump into someone sleeping soundly next to us. Near the balcony, we found our
own beds. Ma Biao's bed was right next to mine; I guessed he was also there to keep an eye on me. This kind of
surveillance really is everywhere!

Lying in bed, I remembered my ID card. I deliberately snored as I slowly
took it out of my pocket and quietly slipped it under my pillow. I knew nowhere was safe, but it was even less safe in my pocket.
Moonlight shone in from the balcony, falling on the floor at one end, a pale, stark white. The air in the room
was thick with the smell of sweat, making it feel somewhat stuffy, especially with the person opposite me deliberately snoring
loudly .

Ma Biao, on the other hand, fell asleep quickly. I, however, couldn't sleep. It was the first time I'd shared a room with so many people,
and everyone except Ma Biao was a stranger. This reminded me of the monks in *Shaolin Temple*, all sleeping in the same
room. The difference was, I suspected many of the people here weren't asleep; some were definitely
masturbating . There was a strong sense of unease in the air. I wondered what was happening in the girls' rooms, whether they were also...
Are many people having trouble sleeping? Are they also indulging in their own private, secret games?

I think of Xiao Xing'er, this eighteen-year-old girl with a childlike round face. I once held her soft,
white hand; I once saw the two familiar dimples on her face when she smiled; my
gaze swept over her tender breasts, her perfect calves… All of this makes my lifeblood
stir , swelling in the hidden darkness beneath the covers. In my lucid mind, I construct
the image of Xiao Xing'er naked, like a pure white lamb softly crawling on the toilet seat, revealing her
fresh and delicate flowerbed to me. Oh! Right there, on the toilet, a flower bud was opening to me,
trembling shyly in the gentle breeze of bestiality, dripping glistening dewdrops. I thrust my despicable, thick
penis—the one she called "very big"—deep into the tender bud, making my little angel,
my innocent girl, grimace and furrow her brow, emitting suppressed, painful yet ecstatic low moans, panting like a young deer
running its life. I slowly fucked her, fucked her, approaching that wonderful
peak… Just as I was about to reach that wonderful peak, so close to the apex! A
low vibration ripped me from my masturbatory fantasy. Ma Biao rolled over,
took the phone, which had been vibrating and glowing, under the covers. Apparently, someone had sent him a message, and he was reading it under the covers.

The people around me were already fast asleep, no longer with their affected snoring, but with a cacophony of
involuntary snores mingling with their breathing. I heard the girls' room door creak open and then slam
shut; someone had gone into the bathroom.

In the darkness, I squinted and saw Ma Biao gently lift the covers, sit up quietly, look around for
a moment, then slowly lean forward to find his slippers, put them on, and tiptoe along
the narrow path in the middle, his 1.8-meter frame miraculously becoming as agile as a nocturnal cat—
unbelievably ! His hunched back disappeared silently into the lit corridor, heading towards the bathroom.
I heard the bathroom door close and the latch be cocked.

Oh! My good buddy! Normally so dignified, but a text message from a female cat has turned you
into this. It's obvious that the female cat is waiting in the bathroom for this large male cat,
and the male cat is already standing in front of her… A bad thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Could it be Jinlian? Jinlian is so close to him. This thought makes me breathless. I don't understand why,
when I was masturbating just now, I thought of Xiaoxing'er instead of Jinlian, or anyone else I know,
like Xin'er, Rongrong, or even Ma Biao's sister, Ma Dan. Maybe I have a special
preference for young bodies. That pioneering illusion made me think of Xiaoxing'er—she's like a sour,
fragrant green apple hanging on a branch. If it really is Jinlian, that would be so heartbreaking! So disheartening! I can't hear anything
in the bathroom No, I have to go check—that's the demon in my heart screaming. This demon
made me mimic Ma Biao's actions, cautiously and quietly stepping out the door. Standing in
the hallway , I breathed a sigh of relief, paused for a moment, and then hurried towards the restroom.

I couldn't see any light in the restroom, which disappointed me greatly. Reaching the restroom, I bent down to
carefully search for the hole they had used to spy on me during the day. That tiny hole, the gateway to paradise, was hidden
behind a dirty little piece of paper. My fingers trembled as I lifted it, like lifting a bride's veil, while inwardly
making ridiculous prayers: "It can't be Jinlian! It can't be Jinlian!"... I bent down and
reverently peered into the thin, magical light. When I saw that white, full-figured body, my heart
relaxed. Jinlian could never have such a body; Jinlian wasn't this white! It was
the Sichuan girl I had bumped into in the "entertainment room" during the day, practicing her steps. Only she had such a full figure.
I didn't look closely at the time, but I did remember her big feet. Now that I think about it, she
was probably over 1.6 meters tall, only a little chubby, which made her look shorter. She had a round, round face, full breasts, and a large, firm bottom
. Her skin was very fair, and her eyes were alluring, giving her a unique charm. I never imagined that the bookish
Ma Biao would have this kind of taste! It's hilarious!

The room was brightly lit. Ma Biao hadn't taken off his pants, just pulled them down to his knees, the belt buckle
dangling from the cuff. He hadn't taken off his shirt either. Right next to the toilet, on the white-tiled wall, Ma Biao
had his naked, fleshy body pressed against it. He lifted her elephant-like white legs with one hand, covered his moving mouth
with the other , and was having a vigorous time with her. Despite Ma Biao's best efforts to hunch over, his
1.85-meter height was indeed a bit too imposing for a woman. The chubby girl had to strain
to stand on her tiptoes to adjust to the height, and reach her hands under Ma Biao's armpits to grab his back.

It was a passionate silent film. Her plump, firm buttocks were squeezed out of shape by Ma Biao, and with each
powerful upward thrust, they trembled, one after another... a steady and powerful throbbing. Unfortunately, from my
angle it was their side view, so I couldn't see the chubby girl's vulva. I could only see
part of the wet penis at the point of contact going in and out, making a rhythmic "chattering" sound, and her two white, fleshy breasts
were bouncing up and down happily. Sometimes, those crude, dark red words would slip out, glistening wetly under the light
. Ma Biao would hurriedly release the hand covering his mouth and frantically thrust between the fat girl's legs.
The fat girl, her head tilted back, her curly hair swaying in confusion, would pant heavily towards the ceiling, waiting for the lost
beast's sword to plunge in again. With a "plop" sound, Ma Biao, his face contorted and teeth bared, would grunt and continue
thrusting while still covering the fat girl's mouth. It seemed as if more water was flowing, turning into a clear "step-step" sound...
I was watching until my mouth was dry, and my penis was already hard again, forming a high tent in my pants.
I was about to reach in and comfort it when the door to the recreation room creaked open softly.
Startled I quickly sat up, covered in a cold sweat, and hurriedly pulled my hand out of my pants. Looking up under the hallway light
, I saw it was Xiao Xing'er. She was rubbing her eyes and staggering towards the restroom. She was no longer wearing her innocent
"school uniform"—she had changed into a loose white polka-dot nightgown, her hair disheveled and baggy.
Her pajamas—they looked like something out of a horror movie. If I hadn't seen her before, I would have been scared half to death. I
stood awkwardly in the darkness in front of the bathroom door, watching her walk towards me like a sleepwalker, not daring to say a word. Any
sound could wake the people in both rooms, and then things would get chaotic . This careless little Xing'er didn't even see me until she reached up to push the bathroom door. I quickly covered her mouth from behind, pulled her close, and hugged her tightly. Her eyes widened, and she struggled desperately, trying to pry my hands off. I stuck my head out from behind to let her see who I was, trying my best not to make any unnecessary movements, lest she misunderstand that this was a murder plot! She gradually calmed down, and I was able to free one hand to point to the bathroom door. Only then did she release my hand from her mouth. My little darling! You really scared me to death! I covered her mouth until her breathing calmed down before letting go. She looked at me in confusion. I pointed to the small, fingernail-sized piece of dirty paper covering the hole, and she finally understood. She went over to peel it off, but I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back. In the darkness, I saw her mischievously smile— the light reflected here, and after this struggle, she had clearly adapted to her surroundings. She laughed and pulled her hand away, insisting on looking closer. Fine, whatever! It seemed to possess a magical allure, deeply captivating Little Xing'er. She was intently watching, her little bottom sticking out. I reluctantly prepared to leave; this wasn't a place to linger! As if she had eyes in the back of her head, she grabbed my hand back, still engrossed . I was genuinely puzzled. If she wouldn't let me see, why was she grabbing me? I tried to pull my hand away, but she gripped it tightly; my fingertips even ached. This little girl, could she be falling for me? I tried to reach out and touch her. Just as I placed my hand on her tailbone, she reached out her other hand and slapped my hand away. I was completely confused; what did that mean? I mustered my courage and reached out again, my heart pounding. This time she didn't hit me, so I emboldened myself and slipped my trembling hand under the hem of her pajamas, tracing her warm, curved spine upwards. I was terrified she would scream, but she didn't make a sound, simply looking inside. It seemed she tacitly approved my insolence. I continued to explore upwards; her skin was as smooth as if coated with oil. Oh, those small protrusions are her shoulder blades, covered in fine, downy hairs that brushed against my burning palms. My hands slowly slid down her ribs, and the moment they touched those tiny breasts, she involuntarily trembled. The hand that had been gripping mine had somehow slipped away. As I held those warm, adorable little breasts in my hands from behind, the poor creatures were shivering. Just as I was about to ravage them, she suddenly straightened up, pried my hands off her chest, and continued to lean down to watch that erotic "silent film." While I was caressing her breasts from her back, my penis was already rock hard, rubbing incessantly against her upturned bottom, a ticklish, unbearable sensation. Now she removed my hands from her chest again. How could I let it go? I once again plunged my filthy hands into this sacred body before me, but this time it wasn't the little breasts. I shamelessly grabbed the belt of her pajama bottoms and tried to pull them down, but she quickly reached out and grabbed the belt to stop me. We were locked in this stalemate for about a minute before she reluctantly let go, and her pajama bottoms, along with underwear, were pulled up to her thighs. Unfortunately, the light wasn't bright enough; I could only see her pert, white buttocks, not her adorable flower bud. I squatted down to get a closer look, but all I could see was a dark patch between her thighs. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my throat felt inexplicably dry, as if I had swallowed a ball of fire. I had no choice but to reach my finger towards that mysterious garden in the darkness. Just as I touched that soft flesh, she tensed up and squeezed her legs together. I quickly pulled my finger back. I knew I couldn't rush things at this moment. I watched as her legs gradually parted before reaching out my finger again. This time, she didn't squeeze her legs together; instead, she opened them even wider. I touched it, I touched the short, curly pubic hair on that soft flesh—pubic hair soaked with vaginal fluid. The center of the flesh was already wet and a mess. I boldly found that damp, juicy cleft and inserted my fingertip. Little Xing'er trembled all over, and my fingertip disappeared into that tight, warm cave. That little opening gripped my finger tightly. I gently stroked it a few times, and the folds of flesh inside slowly relaxed. I only pulled it in and out a few times, and she couldn't help but tremble violently. Suddenly, she reached out, pulled her hips in, and spat my finger out. She straightened up, turned around stared at me blankly. For a second or two, she slowly squatted down, pulled my pants down to my thighs, patted my erect penis, stood up on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around my neck. My little darling , are we going to do it here? There are two time bombs inside, bombs all around! Her small patch of dark pubic hair rubbed against my glans, making it itch in waves. I didn't care anymore; even if everyone came out to watch, I was going to do it. The arrow was on the bowstring, and I had no choice! I poked my throbbing penis wildly I frantically poked at the crevice. She climbed onto my shoulder and gently bit the flesh on my shoulder, waiting anxiously... Just then, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. I quickly pushed her away. She was also quite frightened and hurriedly pulled up her pants and scurried into the bedroom of the "recreation room." I jumped back awkwardly as I pulled up my pants. The rustling sound of my clothes rubbing together sounded so loud at that moment, making my heart tremble! As I held my breath and crossed the narrow path between the beds, someone in the darkness straightened up and then fell down again. I burrowed under the covers, pulling them over my head and gasping for breath until my breathing calmed down before peeking out. I could still hear the running water from the bathroom; the adulterous couple were cleaning up the traces of their lust ! After a while, Ma Biao finally returned, still crouching low, still nimbly navigating the middle of the hall to lie down under the covers. I heard him making gurgling sounds in his throat, like someone who'd had too much water—perhaps the sound of satisfied desire! A while later, the bathroom door opened, and someone entered the women's...

After she went to her room, someone else came out and went into the bathroom. I knew it was Xiao Xing'er. I really wanted to get up and rush in to have
sex with her, but after all that commotion, I was terrified. Only after hearing Xiao Xing'er finish in the bathroom and go back to
her room did my heart calm down. My desire gradually cooled, and my thoughts cleared. What a close
call! I can't believe how much risk I took. I don't know where I got the courage.
Was it all because I was afraid Jinlian would be violated? Not entirely, there was also a strong sense of curiosity involved. If I had to do
it all over again, I would never dare. Ma Biao's breathing gradually became steady. I was also tired, but I had a terrible urge to urinate. I
reluctantly went to the bathroom and then fell into a deep sleep.

[To be continued]

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