[Female students from art schools] (31)

Chapter 31. My period. Xu Yang and I had promised each other to cherish our first

time , but today…

I'm not stupid. Judging from Xu Yang's actions in the bathroom, he wasn't a virgin; he was a seasoned pro

. I was utterly disappointed in him. This kind of two-faced hypocrite is the kind of person I hate most in this life.

I practically ran back to school, then back to my dorm. For some reason, I didn't

cry; I just felt incredibly miserable.

For the next few days, I was seriously ill, feeling unsteady and weak.

I have to say, this breakup with Xu Yang was a huge blow to me; both my emotions and my body

suffered invisible damage.

During that time, Xu Yang contacted me many times, but I cruelly refused each time. This man, who had cheated on me with

so many women, how could I possibly give myself to him?

Perhaps he didn't mean to betray me, but I couldn't bear the betrayal.

I threw myself into my studies. Everyone, including myself, thought I would achieve

excellent grades; my teachers had unparalleled expectations of me.

But the result…

I don't know if fate was deliberately working against me, or if it was determined to make me experience this worldly suffering.

During the two days of the college entrance exam, I did very well on the first three subjects. But for the last subject, English, the

moment , my stomach started to ache terribly. I

was drenched in cold sweat. My usually stable menstrual cycle messed up at the last minute . I later learned that emotional and physical pain can disrupt menstruation. Clearly, the gloom after breaking up with Xu Yang hadn't completely disappeared from my heart. 　　I slumped over my desk, my heart trembling violently. This was the most important battle of my life, and I didn't want fall on the battlefield. 　　But in the end, I failed. The menstrual irregularity caused severe bleeding, and I collapsed in the exam hall. 　　I was rushed to the hospital, and my English exam ended in failure. 　　My life was cruelly brought to a close. 　　My aunt came to the hospital, looking at me with a somewhat indifferent expression. She kept asking the doctor when I could be discharged. She wasn't worried about my health, but about her money. 　　"Auntie, I want to repeat a year!" 　　I murmured, looking at my aunt. 　　My aunt gave an awkward smile. "Xiao Ruo, you know, my family... sigh, all the money your family had was used up for your schooling. Now your cousin wants to buy a truck for long-distance driving, and the family..." 　　My little rascal's cousin dropped out of school last year. His family was planning to buy him a domestically made truck for long-distance driving. I knew that truck cost at least a fifth of my family's money. 　　My aunt's words said it all. I knew all my hopes were extinguished. 　　I spent a week in the hospital. After returning to my aunt's house, I lay in bed every day, silent . Another half month passed, and the college entrance exam results came out. My scores in the first three subjects were outstanding, but facing a zero in English, I could only weep. 　　This was my life. I felt like the sky was falling. I didn't eat for a day or two. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my eyes filled with helplessness. 　　A week later, I went back to school. The teachers all expressed their regret, while my classmates reacted various ways—some gloated, others sighed with sympathy. The teachers all advised me to repeat a year, to which I had no answer. 　　I never imagined that this day would bring a major turning point in my life. 　　Just as I stepped out of the school building, someone called my name from behind, "Zhang Xiaoruo!" 　　I turned around and saw a woman in her thirties, wearing large sunglasses, with permed hair and a maple- red casual shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a black low-cut tank top underneath. Her full and firm breasts made me feel a little ashamed, and the glimpses of her black lace bra added a touch of sexiness and allure. 　　The woman's shirt was tied in a knot at her waist, and she wore denim shorts, her two snow-white thighs smooth and glossy. 　　"Hello, Zhang Xiaoruo!" 　　She took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright, clear eyes. 　　The woman's face was beautiful, lightly made up, giving off a very pleasant feeling. 　　"What can I do for you?" 　　The woman smiled at me, then looked me over, examining my figure and face, and said happily, "I've been looking for you for days, Zhang Xiaoruo. Like you, my surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Yan. Here's my business card!" 　　She opened her small bag and handed me a business card. 　　It listed a series of titles, ending with the director of admissions for the art school I would be attending. 　　Zhang Yan pulled me to sit down by the school garden. My hand touched her firm breasts, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my heart. Zhang Yan's breasts were indeed very firm; they must feel incredibly comfortable to touch. 　　She sat with me under a tree and said, "Xiaoruo, I've heard about what happened to you. First of all, I apologize for bringing these things up again . However, I feel that the most important thing for us women is to be strong." 　　I nodded indifferently. 　　Zhang Yan looked at me, then slowly said, "Do you mind if I speak to you in English?" 　　I was startled, but by then, Zhang Yan had already started speaking to me in English. I was very reserved at first, but gradually, I spoke freely with her. My English is very good, especially my spoken English. I told Zhang Yan a lot, including my background, and all of this was said in English. 　　More than an hour later, Zhang Yan took out a wet wipe to wipe away my tears, and then slowly said, "Xiao Ruo, your life isn't just about one university!"

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