[My Wonderful Week with a Girl from Beijing Foreign Studies University] (Full)

In October 2004, I prematurely ended my university studies and, full of ambition at just 18 years old,

headed south, wandering the outskirts of southern cities.

Arriving in the south, feeling lonely and isolated, I worked hard and saved for a whole year to buy an IBM

X31. From then on, my life started to feel a little better.

Because I had always skipped classes since childhood,

I failed so even in university, my foreign language skills remained terrible. Therefore, I

vowed to find a girl from a foreign language department as my girlfriend, so we could complement each other's strengths. Of course, a man and a woman complementing each other

is an absolutely perfect and wonderful thing, and I had always looked forward to that day.

It was winter, and by chance, I added a girl on MSN. She immediately started asking me

many computer-related questions. As a complete newbie who frequented the internet, I shed my novice's clothes and donned the cloak of a profound expert, unlike a mere naive

young girl . From then on, I

began my "brainwashing" of this girl from Beijing Foreign Studies University on MSN, transforming myself from a complete novice into

a veritable expert.

During our chats, I learned that her name was Du Xue, she was a year younger than me, and she had entered Beijing Foreign Studies

University in September 2005 to study English. Knowing this information thrilled me, because this was

the girl I had been searching for all along, and I began to consider getting to know her.

From then on, my conversations with her became tinged with my own agenda. We started talking about literature, history,

and sometimes about life. So I began a short-term intensive study, hoping to record as many things as possible that

Du Xue was interested in, in order to leave a lasting impression on her. Next, we not only chatted online, but we

also occasionally exchanged emails, and I would frequently call her dorm. Before long, the May Day holiday

was , and our relationship had become increasingly harmonious.

A few days later, I called Du Xue to ask about her plans for May Day. Du Xue laughed and told me she hadn't made

any plans yet. So I suggested she come to Shenzhen. Du Xue was very happy to hear this, but she said she also liked Shenzhen,

but as a girl, the journey from Beijing to Shenzhen was long, and she would be traveling alone.

I told her to take a midday flight, and I could pick her up from the airport, adding that

it wasn't safe for a girl to travel by train alone. She then said that Shenzhen hotels must be very expensive, and she probably couldn't afford them as a student. At this point, I said

she could stay at my place; it was a two-bedroom apartment, and I would live there alone. I emphasized that at my place, she would have

her bedroom.

Finally, she agreed to come to Shenzhen, and I was happy all night.

On May 1, 2006, I had been in Shenzhen for exactly 18 months

and was quite familiar with most of the city's famous attractions. For this "hosting" trip, I specifically rented a hotel apartment for a

week —the kind with two bedrooms and a living room, as I mentioned earlier—and specifically instructed the staff not to disturb me.

In fact, these hotel apartments emphasize self-service and autonomy. Because no one will bother you,

it feels just like home, very comfortable.

Since my friends had stayed at this hotel apartment before, I got

a 40% discount for renting it for seven days at once, which was already very cheap.

On May 1st, I got up very early, went straight to the hotel apartment without even eating breakfast, quickly

familiarized myself with the environment, and brought my laptop. With the key, I headed straight to the airport and finally

received a call from Du Xue at 2 PM.

Since we had never met before, I joked with her, saying I was holding a newspaper in my left hand

and an apple in my right, making me easily recognizable as a suit. Actually, I was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She

told me she was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and had long hair. Seeing the crowd coming down from the exit, I quickly

recognized Du Xue, but I deliberately didn't go up to greet her. I turned off my phone and watched her emerge from the exit, then

look for me.

Taking advantage of this moment, I carefully observed Du Xue. She was about 165 cm tall, very slender,

with a pair of beautiful eyes set in an oval face. Her eyes blinked, like a girl with drawn eyes from a Japanese manga—

extremely cute. Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her look nothing like a student. My gaze moved downwards, and I was

immediately drawn to her ample bosom. I roughly estimated, based on my past experience

, it should be a 36C. For the first time, I felt

the exquisite beauty . At that moment, my mind was filled with fantasies.

As my thoughts wandered, the light suddenly shifted, and I saw Du Xue's backside as

she turned Her slightly upturned buttocks looked incredibly sexy in her jeans,

and judging from the skin on her neck, I was certain that beneath the jeans were a pair of snow-white, breast-like buttocks. Just then, I noticed

Du Xue pause, looking impatient, holding her phone in one hand, probably on a call.

Feeling the time was right, I stepped forward, calling her name, and opened my arms to meet

her. But Du Xue nimbly dodged, and I nearly fell. At that moment, Du Xue seemed to realize

it was me, immediately glaring at me and shouting angrily: "How dare you cheat me!" To get a taxi in the city, we headed straight to

the hotel apartment.

To further solidify my position in Du Xue's heart, I decided we would each sleep in a separate bedroom that night.

At midnight, after having a late-night snack, we went to our respective bedrooms to sleep. Perhaps due to the fatigue of the journey,

Du Xue slept until noon the next day. Actually, I was already anxiously waiting in the living room—imagine a beautiful woman

sleeping ; who could remain calm?

After Du Xue woke up, she exclaimed, "Ah, it's already 12:00! I slept for 12 hours!"

Then I saw Du Xue, wearing pajamas and with her hair a mess, open the bedroom door, walk past me, and go to

the bathroom.

About 10 minutes later, I heard a scream.

After , I knocked on the bathroom door. Du Xue was inside, saying, "Why isn't there any toilet paper in the bathroom?"

I was stumped by this sudden question. After all, this was a hotel apartment, not my home, and I wasn't familiar with the area.

"Okay." Then she mentioned that I usually bring tissues from outside. So she asked me to hand her the tissues!

Good heavens, this sudden request startled me so much that my little brother immediately stood at attention, ramrod straight inside my

shorts, like a plane ready for takeoff, waiting to enter its orbit. I stood there dumbfounded for a while,

finally finding a tube of tissues in the bedroom. When I knocked on the door again, she told us it wasn't closed and asked me to come in and give it to her.

So, for the next few seconds, I witnessed a young girl defecating. After handing her the tissues, I

still stood there, stunned. After a while, she said, "You'd better get out of here, it stinks." So I

had no choice but to leave the bathroom.

Then I saw her change into a skirt suit, kind of like a business suit, but pure white. The skirt

was very thin , and I could vaguely see the shape of her underwear underneath—a very small pair. I guessed it was also

white. At that moment, I really wanted to know the color of the underwear she was wearing under the skirt suit.

I was staring, completely mesmerized, and unconsciously reached out to touch her butt.

Startled took a step forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

The situation instantly became incredibly awkward. I awkwardly apologized, "I'm sorry, your butt

is so sexy, I just really like it, that's why I couldn't help but want to touch it." Then I saw her give a sly smile,

and I knew she wasn't angry,

so I became bolder, reaching out to pull her close and kiss her. But she was very uncooperative, shaking her head

like a rattle-drum, and we couldn't even touch lips for a long time.

Then she smiled smugly and said, "Trying to molest me isn't so easy." She then gave me an English question to

answer, saying that if I could answer it within half an hour, she'd let me kiss her.

I felt like I'd been hit over the head; it was incredibly frustrating. Imagine, how could someone as illiterate as me possibly answer

that question? Actually, the question was quite simple: gjmtcwms—just those few letters. She said it's a phrase

everyone knows, and asked me to figure it out, specifically telling me to use my expertise.

So I went back to my bedroom, turned on my computer, and searched on Baidu, but of course, I found nothing. Half

the time had already passed, and I still hadn't made any progress. I started to get anxious. I usually pretended to be

an expert, but now I was completely useless. The more anxious I became, the less I could remember

. So I pretended to go to the bathroom and splashed myself with cold water, trying to calm myself down. I

hoped to find the answer when I was calm.

Suddenly, I remembered that we had once discussed a TV series called "The Conspiracy," which involved

deciphering codes. I remembered explaining many commonly used encryption techniques to her. So

I started trying to use the four encryption methods from "The Conspiracy" to try and unravel the mystery. However, perseverance pays off.

Twenty minutes later, I finally cracked the simple cipher from Beijing Foreign Studies University using shift encryption. Needless to say,

everyone knows the answer is "i love you" (shift two positions to the right).

I rushed out of the living room with the answer, only to find her quietly watching TV, her mind elsewhere.

Seeing me come out happily, she said, "What? You figured it out so quickly?" Without a word, I

pulled her into my arms, expressing my answer through action…

She didn't resist anymore, and after kissing her, I began to push my luck. I moved from her head

to her chest; she initially resisted half-heartedly, but seemed powerless. I felt an unprecedented

sense of satisfaction , my hands sliding up her breasts, which I estimated to be a 36C, as I reveled in my newly won

prize. Du Xue closed her eyes in enjoyment, saying, "I didn't misjudge you. You are indeed

incredibly intelligent ..."

Slowly, I removed her top, revealing her white bra, which

blended seamlessly with her snow-white skin—absolutely beautiful. I could feel my penis protesting orders, as if it wanted to break through the walls and enter

World War I.

I slowly slipped my hand under her skirt; the miniskirt, which hugged her breasts like tiny breasts,

rode upwards under my touch, revealing white panties. Suddenly, I touched something furry. Turning my head,

I saw a furry mouse on the front of her white panties. Du Xue didn't stop me from my next move;

instead, her body twitched in response, which excited me greatly. So I pulled off her white miniskirt, revealing

Du Xue's snow-white thighs and the furry little mouse—it was incredibly cute.

Having removed Du Xue's last piece of clothing—her panties with the furry mouse—I finally

understood the hardship of the Red Army's Long March, crossing snow-capped mountains and grasslands. So I continued, using my mouth to trace the path from my hands to

my arms , and then to those 36C breasts, going straight along until I finally found my own vast grassland.

As the saying goes:

Crossing snow-

capped mountains, traversing grasslands, 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　arriving

at the Inner Mongolian grasslands , setting up the framework and digging the well, 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　I dedicate oil to my motherland. 　　Just before drilling my left foot, my sensitive fingers felt the lubrication of oil overflowing from the wellhead. I knew it was time to drill, so I started the long-awaited helicopter, flying straight into its designated path , scattering seeds across the vast grassland, waiting for a bountiful harvest next year. 　　Perhaps because the wellhead had been sealed for so long, the pressure difference between the inside and outside was too great. Before long, I felt oil gushing from the wellhead, with the same momentum as the drilling of the Daqing Oilfield. So I sped up the drilling, the helicopter swiftly traversing the bottom of the well, accompanied by beautiful music, finally scattering the seeds deep within… 　　For the next few days, we spent our days sightseeing in Shenzhen, returning early to our hotel apartment each evening to begin our 25,000-kilometer journey: 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　crossing snow- 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　capped mountains, traversing grasslands 　　　　　　　　　　　　　, arriving at the Inner Mongolian grasslands, 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　setting up the framework and drilling the well 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　… 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　I dedicated oil to my motherland … 　　On May 7, 2006, filled with the joy of fulfilling a lifelong dream, I sent Du Xue off to…

A flight to Beijing. I witnessed the entire takeoff process, and

the scene . I look forward to the next long holiday, to develop another grassland, and to contribute more oil to the motherland.

Completed at 23:00 on March 13, 2007 in Futian, Shenzhen. A wonderful memory.

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