He very skillfully flicked the cigarette butt in his hand into the corner of the wall, brushing past my ear and almost burning it. Damn, I stared at him with wide eyes. He said to me nonchalantly, "You don't need to remember my full name. You can just ask Hong Gou at No. 8 Middle School and he will know it."
He pointed at my phone and said, "If she has any problem, just call me on this number. If you have any problem, you can also contact me." After that, he rubbed his crotch, patted my shoulder, said two words, "It works," and went downstairs.
I didn't want to go downstairs with him, so I deliberately slowed down. After a while, I had distanced myself from him and couldn't see him anymore. But I was thinking, damn, you can't judge a person by his appearance. At first, when I saw him carrying a bag of food, he looked quite honest. Although he was a bit dark, I thought he was a sunny and cheerful boy. But it turns out he is a fool who likes to pretend to be cool. Damn, this idiot is still playing those tricks of a gangster in this era. He must be a fool. He has seen too many Young and Dangerous movies. Damn, I'm determined to screw Zhang Nuan. If you have the guts, come and chop me with a knife!
After thinking this, I felt much better. When I returned to our floor, I saw the 15th class teacher who was studying in the corridor. He asked me what I had done. I said I was taking a shit. He said, "You are not allowed to take a shit during self-study in the future!" I snorted and didn't want to pay attention to him. I wondered why there were so many pretentious people today.
After entering the classroom, I noticed that a few of the notorious bad boys in the class, those who were willing to bully others, looked at me with ill intentions. I returned to my seat under their gaze, but I couldn't help feeling a little strange, because I am not without brothers here. Although we all knew each other before the class was divided and were not in the same class after the division, they were doing well in school. These guys in our class and I have always kept our distance from each other. Why do they seem to dislike me? What the hell, what happened today? Why does it seem like the whole world wants to make trouble for me
After I went back to my room and sat down, I found Zhang Nuan sleeping on the table. She must be tired, I thought. Giving a blowjob to that guy is also a strenuous job. Originally, I might have been interested in her, but after seeing her sucking someone's dick just now, I really didn't have any idea at all, because I just felt that this woman was too cheap. Damn, she was having sex with someone else behind her boyfriend's back, and she even asked me to go over and help keep watch. Damn, she has no shame at all. When I have the chance, I will let her boyfriend know and let her have a good fuck with that guy called Red Dog. Once, I felt happy when I thought of this idea, because from the photo of her boyfriend, I knew that her boyfriend was definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, I knew the location of No. 8 Middle School. There were either vocational schools or technical schools nearby. And I heard that there was a large open space behind No. 8 Middle School which was used for gunfights. The police would go there to arrest people all day long. When the time came, if her boyfriend really had sex with that red dog and was hospitalized or sent to a juvenile detention center, then I would have the opportunity to have a good time with this **. Thinking of this, I looked at Zhang Nuan who was lying next to me. Damn, I was not afraid of crushing that big **.
I reached for my earphones in the desk and prepared to sleep while listening to music, but the monitor in front of me, the idiot student, stood up and wrote my name on the blackboard. I got angry when I saw it, and stood up and asked her, "Hey, why are you writing my name?" The monitor said righteously, "You came back late from self-study, why don't you write it down?"
As soon as I kicked the table, the word "grass" came out of my mouth, and everyone in the class looked at me at the same time, because I am usually the kind of person who keeps a low profile and just plays by myself in class, and I rarely act like this. Moreover, the class monitor's boyfriend, the rich second-generation guy in our class nicknamed "Thousand Man Killer", also stood up and asked me, "What's the matter, do you have any fucking objection?"
I was really angry after holding it in for a whole day, and I couldn't help it anymore, so I said, "Fuck you, do you have any problem when I fuck your mother?" This guy didn't expect me to dare to scold him like that, because I am usually the kind of person who doesn't cause trouble in class, but he immediately pointed at my nose and said, "Fuck you, kid, you have guts, go back to the dormitory and wait for me at night."
Then he pointed at me again and sat down. The squad leader was anxious in front and asked him, Cao Bo, what are you doing? Qianrenzhan waved his hand at the squad leader and said, this matter has nothing to do with you, wife, I will let him know in the evening, I will see if he dares to act like a jerk with me in the future.
The monitor's face turned red after he called her "wife" in public, and she couldn't speak for a long time. I didn't even bother to scold the Thousand Man Killer, I just sat down, spit on the ground and said to the Thousand Man Killer sitting in the first row, "Fuck, if you don't come over tonight, you're my son." The Thousand Man Killer was pretending to be unwilling to do it and would deal with me when he got back tonight, but after I scolded him like that, he couldn't help but retort, "Fuck, you just wait in your dormitory, if you dare to run, you're my son!" Before I could say anything, the monitor shouted at us both, "Shut up!"
I looked at the monitor whose face was flushed with anger on the stage and didn't want to say anything anymore. I didn't have any grudges against her, even though she followed the scumbag Qianrenzhan. Moreover, she was one of the few good-looking students in our class. Although she was a little bit fat, she looked pretty good and always wore a pair of glasses. However, her glasses were particularly crystal clear and always watery, like two freshly peeled grapes. People would inevitably get lost in her eyes.
Seeing how angry she was, I was too lazy to act cool anymore, so I took out the earphones from the desk in the hall and sat there listening to music. However, that bitch from Thousand Men Killer still turned around and made a grass gesture at me. I smiled slightly, pointed at the squad leader on the stage, and then made a gesture as if holding the squad leader and quickly inserting it, and moved frantically for a few times. Then I made a twitching gesture and made the shape of "I can't hold it anymore" with my mouth. The meaning was obvious that I was satirizing Thousand Men Killer for having premature ejaculation, and he came after just a few strokes with the squad leader. This made this bitch angry, but I couldn't help laughing, and just listened to the music with my head shaking.
When the classmates saw that we stopped arguing, they all started to do their own things. They were either sitting there playing with their phones or passing notes with their partners. Some people must not understand and would ask me, why is your high school so lax that students can play with their phones during evening self-study? To be honest, although our high school is considered one of the top schools here, it is actually a fucking aristocratic school. There are not many students who study hard. They are all sent to school by their fucking rich parents. However, they are not very rich. The really rich ones go to the affiliated middle school. Who would come to our broken place? But no matter what, there are still a few academic masters who keep their heads down and do their homework on rough paper. They are considered to support our school's ability to get a top score every year. But in fact, as long as the teacher is not in the class, the class is a mess. The teacher on duty outside is just to make sure that the conversations in the room are not so loud that they can be heard in the corridor.
I was listening to music and looking around the room boredly, but I was also a little worried about what Qianrenzhan said just now. After all, it was a well-known fact that this b's family was rich. However, this b has always been pretending to be cool and never said that he had fought with anyone. But after all, no one had really provoked him, so I didn't know if this b knew any powerful gangsters. But if this b came to me at night, I would not be afraid at all, because this b was always having sex with his girls, and his body was hollowed out. Although he was taller than me, he was thinner than me, and I could kick him down with one kick. Another thing was that if a fight really broke out in the dormitory at night, it was unlikely that anyone would help him, because there were many people who disliked him, and even if they didn't help, I wouldn't help him either, and there would probably be no one to mediate. Humph, thinking of this, I felt a lot more relieved. After all, I knew people in school, and I wouldn't be afraid if he really found someone to fuck me.