Chapter 6 The Poet and the Wet Man

I gradually gained a little fame in school. Everyone knows that there is a man named Zhang Xiaolong in Class 94147 who plays basketball very well, and he is tall and thin and handsome. The senior sister named Zhang Qianqian sometimes looks at me when she sees me on the road. She always blinks her two big eyes that can speak and wants to say something to me, but I just don’t take the initiative to chat with her. I see who can hold it for longer!

After a period of study, my flute blowing finally achieved some success. Sometimes I would play the flute with Shi Jinhai on the football field. He played the erhu, which attracted a group of people around us to whisper at us, especially the short and dumb senior who had been fucked by Shi Jinhai through his underwear. As long as we had such an activity, she would basically come to support her every time. After the song ended, she would invite me and Shi Jinhai to go out for dinner or drink!

I have also gone out to drink a few times. After all, I am a literary youth who is engaged in art. Drinking a little wine makes you feel more free and easy. Shi Jinhai, this kid, deliberately had a very intimate relationship with the short and dumb senior sister when drinking in the bar. He deliberately kissed and touched the senior sister in front of me, and felt sweet as if he was close lover. I felt a little envious at that time. Even though, my 18-year-old boy once maintained a physical relationship with Aunt Xiaoyue, Aunt Xia Jianfen, Aunt Zhang Meiju, Aunt Xia Ying's mother, Teacher Yanfang, Classmate Xia Ying, and Aunt Wang Xiaoxian, these seven plump young women, have been in physical relationships for a while, but to be honest, I don't know why, since I went to Nanjing Radio Industry School, my desire for mating is not as strong as in junior high school.When I was lying alone in the bed in the dormitory, I felt an inexplicable loneliness. I just wanted to find a young woman who knew her true nature or a classmate of the opposite sex to chat and talk. If the love was so strong, kiss her mouth, rub her breasts, or walk in the Gulin Park hand in hand in hand, appreciate the flowers and plants in the park, feel the breath of nature, and breathe the taste of beautiful love in the air. To be honest, I thought so in my heart at that time. Overall, what I longed for was a kind of tenderness and sweetness of love, not just the fierce mating of the body. The kind of work I did when I came up was often done in junior high school, but now I am a little tired of it and want to change my taste. I have to admit that I am indeed a little bit of a slut!

I had a wonderful time at Namo School. I had to do morning exercises at 7 o'clock in the morning. After I finished morning exercises, I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then I started classes. I studied radio technology at that time, which was a science and engineering major. However, there were also English classes, Chinese classes, music classes, and physical education classes in the courses that seemed to be inconsistent with science and engineering. The courses I liked the most were actually Chinese classes, because I like to write poetry, and I am a wet man. For example, the following poem is what I wrote in Chinese class in March in Namo. The energy-saving wind blows towards me. The wind is pleasant and pleasant. After I was happy, I sang, and all the songs were sung, and all the energy-saving songs were sung. The universe has been vast since ancient times, but it has to be composed of air. The earth is vast and the earth is vast, but its resources are limited. Time is not waiting for me, my men and daughters, and we work together to save energy and sing energy-saving songs in response to the sound.The wind is pleasant and pleasant. After the fun, sings all the songs, and all the energy-saving songs are sung!

In addition to Chinese class, I also like to take music classes because the female teacher who taught music was a plump and generous intellectual beauty. She liked to wear skirts, long shawls, hair, high heels, a little light makeup on her lips, and a pair of glasses. I went there. Many boys in our class are her loyal fans, especially Shi Jinhai once wrote a love poem to give her a fluttering skirt and beautiful shadows. Everyone loves the cute girl. When the boy is determined to succeed, I will definitely express my feelings to you!

This kid even showed me this poem at that time. After reading it, I said two words, I fucked it!