[An Ordinary Day][The End]

An Ordinary Day

I'm a second-year high school student, about to enter my third year. Although I'm not entirely willing, the days just keep passing by. The only joy in high school life seems to be... (The rest of the text appears to be
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As usual, I glanced up as I passed by. A group of girls in white striped uniforms and light blue skirts were walking by, chatting and laughing.

Some of them wore safety shorts under their blue skirts, while others wore pure white underwear. What a beautiful sight. For

some reason, seeing girls always makes me happy. I've always believed that girls are the essence of the universe, filling the world with hope and joy.

When I arrived at school, it was an ordinary high school, and of course, there were girls too. The classes were co-educational, and I was in the social studies group, so there were more girls. The classes were just as mundane and boring as usual, so there was no need to attend them. Wandering around the school and casually admiring the girls was quite enjoyable.

In a class with many girls, as long as you weren't too ugly or had a particularly outstanding personality, it was easy to be pursued. But for those who were interested in you, you couldn't expect much in terms of looks. School

is closed every other week, with Saturdays being half-days off. The school mandates that everyone wear uniforms on Saturdays, which suits me perfectly. I've always wondered if the principal shares my tastes. I also enjoy seeing female students in uniforms.

It's really nice to have the whole school in uniform for everyone to admire.

The second-to-last period before dismissal is cleaning time, and our class was assigned to clean an inexplicably abandoned old classroom.

That was the classroom we used in first grade; after the new school building was built in second grade, the old classroom became a ruin. It's rarely visited, not even cats or dogs are seen. So why clean it? It's utterly baffling.

After finishing my English class, I naturally grabbed a broom and dustpan and started lounging around my assigned sweeping area. Everyone else sweeping was a girl, and they were chatting amongst themselves, so I was happy to wander off. I

saw a strange yellow insect on the ground, something that looked like a ladybug, and, having nothing better to do, I followed it. As I walked, I heard a sound coming from the old classroom… a girl's voice. A mournful cry.

Last year, there had been an incident at my school where an unidentified outsider tied up two girls and attempted to rape them in a secluded place. I regretted not having witnessed it; otherwise, I could have at least seen the older girl stripped and tied up. An

empty old classroom – a girl's mournful cry… it certainly evoked a lot of interesting associations. I secretly began searching for the source of the sound.

I started searching from the first room on the first floor of 1024xp.com ... then went up to the second floor... In the classroom on the second floor, I saw a scene that was somewhat different from what I had imagined, but even more exciting.

Two girls were embracing, one somewhat attractive and the other plain-looking. I hadn't seen her much before; were they juniors? If they were in the same grade, I couldn't possibly not remember them, and seniors shouldn't look this young. Also, this year's first-year students seem to particularly like to tie their hair up in a large pincushion, unlike the second-year girls who usually tie their hair into two strands hanging down. These two were dressed in the standard first-year style.

Their uniforms were unbuttoned, revealing pale white bodies and bras pulled to the side beneath the light green uniforms. The more attractive junior was sucking on the other junior's earlobe, their legs intertwined, their bodies pressed tightly together, writhing. 1024xp.com

I never thought of going to the second floor of a place like this before, I've really struck gold today, I'll definitely come here often in the future! After thinking it over, I decided to keep watching.

The junior girl's cheeks were flushed and she was panting as her earlobe was being sucked. It wasn't hard to imagine how hot it would be with their bodies pressed together in the stuffy classroom on such a hot day.

1024xp.com 1024xp.com Soon, the sucking target shifted from her ear to her nipple, and the junior girl being sucked also reached under the skirt of the prettier junior girl and started caressing it. 1024xp.com

Their thighs were pressed together and moving incessantly, their dark blue pleated skirts were already disheveled, and their underwear was pulled to the side. 1024xp.com

The two were caressing each other's bodies, their loose hair falling over their shoulders and brushing their faces, seemingly in a daze, letting out moans of pleasure... According to the plots of typical novels and adult films, should I show up at this moment and start groping them? 1024xp.com

I really wanted to do that, but I wanted to finish high school even more. If something went wrong with this, we wouldn't be able to continue. So after the bell rang for class, they gradually stopped their intense game, and I returned to the classroom. 1024xp.com

The last period was a self-study period. It was rare that there was no exam scheduled, and the teacher had already gone home. No one was paying attention to us, and everyone was just having fun. My mind was full of the beautiful scenery I had just seen, and I couldn't do what I had planned to do. I could only chat with people randomly. 1024xp.com

The girl sitting in front of me liked to turn around and bother me for no reason, which was a good way to pass the time at times like this. Suddenly, I saw someone reading comics on 1024xp.com

, so I grabbed one on a whim. It was an erotic comic, one of those small, slightly thick ones from the Black Cat Library series—perfect for me right now.

I flipped through it…it was a typical story about a female teacher. Sigh. I have no interest in female teachers. I only like female students.

Since no one was watching, everyone dispersed when it was almost time for the school gates to open.

Since I wasn't in a hurry, I lingered near the classroom, watching the girls with their backpacks heading home. This year, the first-graders' backpacks were dark green. Although they weren't as nice as our second-graders' black backpacks, they looked good with their light green uniforms. I'm increasingly convinced that the principal shares the same taste as me.

There's a water fight in the next class! A group of people were splashing water around, boys and girls having a great time. The girls' clothes became completely transparent when splashed, clinging tightly to their bodies, revealing everything underneath.

Since I wasn't in a hurry, I decided to observe carefully. The girls in the next class were quite well-behaved, much better than those in our class. Most of the girls in our class weren't particularly attractive, with only a few standing out. And our class's only truly beautiful girl, who could be considered the class beauty, was also joining the water fun. She's always been very lively, so this wasn't surprising.

Under the sunlight, the splashing water accentuated the vibrant, translucent bodies of the girls. Their bodies were wet, their hair disheveled, yet they still laughed and frolicked. I was captivated. So beautiful.

About half an hour later, they finished playing. Those who had brought spare clothes went to the restroom to change, while those who didn't left, still soaking wet and frolicking. I, too, left school contentedly.

No one was home on Saturday, so I strolled around a bookstore and admired the view created by the wind blowing through the department store. I wonder why there's always such a strong wind near those buildings? Anyway, it's a good thing.

Three middle school girls walked by, their skirts billowing up. They were wearing extra pants underneath—annoying. But their legs were quite pretty. It seems middle school girls' legs are generally prettier? Are they still young, so their legs haven't started to thicken yet? 1024xp.com

went into the bookstore and started standing and reading Murakami's "Subway Incident," a book of interviews with sarin victims. She stood there several times and was almost finished. There weren't many female students browsing the bookstore at noon today; she glanced at the books and left. She bought lunch at a fast-food restaurant and went home. 1024xp.com

At home, she ate lunch, read a novel, went to the subway station, took a nap, and then started packing to go to the library.

1024xp.com Final exams are coming up soon; after this, she'll be a third-year student, so she needs to be prepared. Last time she ranked 13th, and this time she really wants to try and get into the top 10. Going to the library is important, of course, because there are so many girls there, and anything strange can happen. 1024xp.com

She remembers once being in the men's restroom on the first floor of the library and finding the door locked, and hearing a girl's voice inside. Bored

, I turned off the light from the outside. A couple of minutes later, a junior high school girl peeked out, turned the light back on, and then went back to lock the door. The sounds of a girl continued to come from inside the restroom. Still bored, I decided to investigate. I walked a long way around the outside of the library to a window and peeked inside. What I saw wasn't too surprising: a male student from a vocational high school was having sex with a female student from my alma mater. The girl was quite pretty and seemed experienced.

Judging from her white uniform and dark blue skirt, it was typical junior high school attire, but her clothes suggested she was a third-year student. The first and second-year uniforms at my alma mater had been changed to red. Her

short, student-style hair and petite body trembled under the caresses of large hands. Her clothes were disheveled. The vocational high school student had her on the ground with her legs spread, his hands moving up and down between her thighs.

The girl's head was moving up and down; it must have felt quite good. But why did this have to happen in the men's restroom of the library? There's a park right next door, wouldn't it be better to go to the bushes? It's disgusting to be seen like this.

The vocational school student tried to pull down the girl's underwear, but she stopped him. They talked through the window, but it seemed she had no intention of taking things further.

The vocational school student's face turned somewhat ugly, and his movements quickened, licking and biting her body with his tongue. Finally, they stopped, and the girl played with the student's genitals. I wasn't very interested in male orgasms, so I left.

This was my strangest memory in the library. Although I haven't seen anything similar happen since, I still go every day. After all, I go there to study; I can't always expect unexpected surprises.

However, studying is studying, and looking around while studying is always harmless. With exam season approaching, the number of young people studying in the library has surged, and in the sweltering heat, there are no shortage of alluringly dressed girls.

It seems many girls are wearing very short shorts this year? While this eliminates the enjoyment of admiring skirts and anticipation of what's underneath, seeing pretty legs is still quite satisfying.

I sent a classmate to reserve a seat early this morning, and sat down immediately upon arrival. Looking around, I saw two girls in casual clothes directly in front of me, a bit plump and not particularly attractive. Disappointed, I was about to concentrate on my studies… when I discovered that the girl sitting to my right was indeed a beauty.

I hadn't paid much attention when I first sat down, but now, seeing her suddenly, I was astonished. Of course, beauties of this caliber aren't rare, but it's always good to have one sitting next to you. She

had long, flowing hair, wore casual clothes—a slightly tight top that deliberately accentuated her figure—paired with an extremely short denim skirt. Short as it was, sitting in my seat, I still couldn't see inside. So, as I mentioned before, looking at her legs was just as good. They were very pretty calves, perfectly proportioned, wearing thick sneakers with those trendy bubble socks. I think girls are judged by their faces first, then their legs. I judge a girl's

looks by her face, and her figure by her legs; if I see a pretty one, I won't hesitate to stare. Since we didn't know each other, all I could do was admire her beauty. Her backpack was green, placed at an angle so I couldn't see the school name clearly, and I couldn't immediately recall any nearby schools that used green backpacks. After a moment of random thoughts, I continued reading. 1024xp.com

was studying geography. Because there was a quiz on Monday testing three subjects at once, he found it incomprehensible that the teacher couldn't control the pace of instruction yet forced students to cram in a huge amount of material before the final exam. However, geography wasn't too difficult. Two hours later, he had swept through the Yellow River Plain, the Loess Plateau, and even the Hexi Corridor, from Shanhaiguan, Languan, and Dasanguan to Yumenguan, and finished the book. 1024xp.com

finished reading and started to relax. He continued looking around. The girl next to him had already left, and he began to look into the distance. Actually, 1024xp.com libraries are really great places. If you just want to admire young women, instead of wandering the streets, you could sit in the library all day; the people coming and going often leave you feeling refreshed.

1024xp.com From junior high, high school, vocational high school, five-year vocational college, to university, you really see all kinds of female students, and you can see all kinds of outfits. 1024xp.com

went to the restroom. A closer look at the walls of the men's restroom in the library reveals many interesting things, ranging from political party curses to advertisements for same-sex lovers. But even more intriguing is the women's restroom, separated only by a wall. The wall separating the men's and women's restrooms in the library doesn't reach the ceiling; it's actually quite low.

The portion below the ceiling is separated by wooden windows with leaf-shaped hinges, which, of course, cannot be moved.

Because of this, strange noises often come from next door, sparking much speculation. I've always been fascinated by the world just a wall away, but of course, I can't directly enter the women's restroom, so peeking next door isn't easy, because if I peek, everyone in the men's restroom will see what I'm doing.

I've been thinking about overcoming this technical difficulty for a long time, and it's always been a topic of my daydreams during class. One day, I had an idea, and I worked hard to achieve it—about a month ago, just before the second midterm exams. 1024xp.com

reminds me of the periscopes I played with as a child. You put a lens in the bend of a curved tube, using the refraction of light to create the effect of seeing things on the other side of the tube. 1024xp.com

A small water pipe in a restroom might go unnoticed, but it serves the important purpose of connecting the men's and women's restrooms. 1024xp.com

I wonder if I need to describe the scene in detail? Anyway, I succeeded, and after that, I no longer had such a strong desire for the girl next door.

I went home for dinner around 6 PM, and after dinner, I went back to the library. I wanted to read Chinese literature, but I couldn't concentrate, so I took out a novel I had prepared and stayed until 9 PM before leaving.

Although my home is very close to the library, I wandered around the streets on the way, so I didn't get home until after 9 PM.

As usual, I went online, played around with the computer for a while, played with my dog and turtle, and finished various chores. Then I sat down at my desk and started writing a letter.

The letter was to a junior high school classmate, a girl who was also my god-sister back then. She was a pretty young girl. Although she was the same age as me, I still liked to treat her like a young girl, both in appearance and in mind. After all, I'm not old either. We had a mutual crush on each other in junior high, but because

we were too young, nothing came of it. After a year-long hiatus following graduation, we suddenly reconnected.

She had a boyfriend, so I tried my best to help her with her life's problems and listen to her strange teenage worries.

I'm usually a quiet person, so when I answered the phone, I barely had to speak; I just listened quietly and responded when necessary—it was out of a caring attitude.

Yesterday, I received a call from her saying she was having problems with her boyfriend. I wrote three long pages, offering my perspective on their relationship and telling her to make plans for her future.

I finished writing the letter around 11 PM, had a late-night snack, went online, and went to bed around 1 AM. The next

day, I spent another day at the library. Nothing particularly unusual happened, except for the enviable behavior and annoying conversation of a couple across the table, making it impossible to concentrate on my studies. The seat too close to the air conditioning was also a headache

. So, I just skimmed through some Chinese literature and an outline of classical Chinese studies before focusing on observing the girls around me. Nothing particularly surprising happened that day, but I noticed a lot of girls wearing red t-shirts and blue shorts. A casual glance revealed at least four or five. It wasn't a particularly stylish outfit, but it was unusual to see so many people dressed similarly on the same day.

Sunday evenings are usually not conducive to studying, so I left the library early, around four or five o'clock, and wandered the streets as usual. I know it's boring, but there aren't many leisure activities I can do at times like this, so a walk on the street is always comfortable.

On a corridor near the library, I saw a couple embracing, and not just embracing, but their bodies and limbs were moving simultaneously. They were both wearing uniforms. I've always wondered why so many people like to wear uniforms on weekends. Anyway, the couple I saw were from a vocational high school, the same school as the junior high students I saw playing with in the restroom. Their uniforms were exactly the same as our school's boys' uniforms, except the tops were light blue, slightly different from our light yellow. The style was identical, so they were easy to recognize. The girl was

a nursing student, wearing a light blue jumpsuit. I quite like the girls from this school, mainly because their uniforms are still skirts in winter, like a breath of fresh air in the desert. Although their charm diminishes in summer, I still enjoy seeing them. They are the second most popular

girls in the area after the vocational high school near our school, and I like them a lot too. Thinking about it, both schools have light blue uniforms. Do I have a light blue fetish? I'm not sure. It's common knowledge that the boys and girls from schools 1024xp.com

are often seen together, especially near the library, and they're known for their seemingly casual behavior. However, it's unusual to see them so blatantly flirting in such an obvious place.

The girl from 1024xp.com is quite beautiful; girls from this school are generally attractive, which is one of the reasons I admire her. The girl

from 1024xp.com has a slightly less-than-ideal figure, with somewhat thick legs, but she's still a beauty. Her long hair is a little disheveled, her expression slightly dazed, and her eyes half-closed, suggesting she's lost in a passionate embrace.

The two are deeply kissing, their faces pressed tightly together, their bodies entwined. The boy's hands roam restlessly over the girl's body, while she gently pushes them away with slight resistance, only to then wrap her arms around his waist again. After

kissing for about half a minute, the man started licking the girl's face and neck, biting her earlobe, unbuttoning her blouse and kissing her upper chest, kneading her breasts with both hands at the same time, kissing her hair, kissing her eyes, doing everything he could to caress her.

After a while, the man suddenly squatted down and put his head inside the girl's skirt. The girl spread her legs wide and struggled, her light blue dress was already stretched up by his head, and her pure white underwear was full of wrinkles. The man's tongue wandered around there, and the girl made some incomprehensible moans. Suddenly, she pushed his head away, said something, and the two of them embraced and left, leaving me bewildered and dumbfounded.

I couldn't wander around the streets anymore, so I went home. In the evening, with nothing to do, I watched TV. There was a beautiful girl from Taipei No. 1 High School on TV. Although I rarely go to Taipei, it was nice to see her like this.

After watching TV and taking a shower, I went to bed early to read comics and novels before going to sleep because I had school the next day. Early Monday

morning, I, as usual, rode my bicycle to school, feeling groggy and exhausted. The route from home to school is simple; it's at both ends of a long main road, so all I had to do was watch the traffic lights and try to observe the female students.

I prefer to find someone else riding a bicycle and follow them; if they go, I go; if they stop, I stop, saving me the trouble of judging the road conditions and thinking for myself.

And doing this with girls is definitely more fun than with boys.

Today, I quickly found someone and started following closely. She was a girl from a vocational school near our school. Since I was following from behind, I couldn't see her face, and since I didn't know her and wouldn't try to get to know her, I didn't bother looking. 1024xp.com

is quite pretty, judging by her body and legs alone. Her hair is the typical length for a female student, probably for end-of-term checks; it's not particularly long.

On a hot day, patches of sweat clung to the back of her white uniform, her damp hair billowing in the wind as she rode her bike. Her black pleated skirt billowed in the wind, only to be quickly pressed back down. 1024xp.com

is also a girl from the same school. One day on my way to school, I saw a group of girls walking together. The girl in front had her skirt caught on her backpack, but she didn't realize it, continuing to walk with her skirt up behind her. The girl behind her was probably her classmate, who just walked, chatted, and joked around as if nothing was wrong. Underneath her skirt was part of her buttocks covered by white underwear; it looked like a stunning sight at the time, but words can't quite capture its beauty. 1024xp.com

arrived at school, carefully checked the security guards at the gate, and rushed straight in. Last year, our school's student disciplinary committee was completely unprofessional; nobody would even bother with them. But today, after recruiting some female freshmen, the quality of our school's female student disciplinary committee has greatly improved. (1024xp.com)

Speaking of which, I've noticed something...it seems the girls born in 1982 (Republic of China year 71) were all quite well-mannered? As for me, I'm in the information club. 1024xp.com I

arrived at school early this morning and found a set of girls' uniform and skirt on my seat. Puzzled, I calmly sat down and put the uniform and skirt behind me. 1024xp.com

The class beauty rushed over and hurriedly took the clothes away; apparently, she had taken them off after a water fight the day before and hung them there to dry. 1024xp.com

My seat is by the window, that's true, but why use my chair as a clothes rack? Oh well, let her use it; I have no complaints. 1024xp.com I

was supposed to have an exam this morning, but it was canceled due to the flag-raising ceremony. With nothing to do, I took out a newspaper and started reading, chatting with people nearby, and doing meaningless things to pass the time during morning self-study. Raising the flag at 1024xp.com

is also a lot of fun. All the female students in the school gather together to enjoy the spectacle. Large swathes of green uniforms stand neatly in unison, and you can only admire the bodies and faces beneath them. So I don't dislike flag-raising, and I understand the school's fondness for it. During

every break today, I went to the old classroom from that day, hoping for something good to happen, but I saw nothing. Instead, I found a green ribbon on the ground. It must have been dropped by a junior student. I carefully kept it, though I don't know why. I

tried hard to find the two junior students from that day, searching diligently in every first-year classroom. I found them quickly; their classroom wasn't far from ours, and they were in the same class. But even after finding them, there was nothing I could do.

Just knowing a little more is never a bad thing. 1024xp.com

I have two consecutive math classes in the afternoon, followed by PE, and then I can go home. 1024xp.com

I felt dizzy and disoriented during math class, and then it suddenly started raining during PE, so I could only hide in the gym watching the younger girls playing badminton, jumping around and shouting, covered in fragrant sweat—so cute! 1024xp.com

The library is closed on Mondays, so I don't have to rush to grab a seat. And because of the rain, I don't plan to ride my bike home after school. I'm going to try squeezing onto the bus. 1024xp.com

Squeezing onto the bus can be a lot of fun, but it requires some luck. Anyway, with a little expectation, I headed towards the school gate square where rows of buses were parked. 1024xp.com

Since the year I enrolled, the school has had a rule that girls board the bus first. Boys have to wait until all the girls have boarded before it's their turn. While it was somewhat arduous, it also meant that as long as the boys could get on the bus, it would be packed with girls waiting.

Therefore, despite the many criticisms of this policy, I still quite admired it. After all, the practice of respecting women and belittling men suited my tastes quite well, which made me even more convinced that the principal shared the same preferences, haha.

I arrived a bit late today, and after finally squeezing onto the bus, I could only stand on the steps leading to the door. There was another female student standing on the same step, and everyone was stuck…

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