Like women who have just been sold to a brothel, in addition to us boys, there are also eleven female classmates in our class. However, compared to us, or to me, a young and ignorant "little brothel", they

It can be said that it is at least the level of the Madam or the Xiaoqing sisters!

Not long after the first year of school started, I wonder if these eleven "old bustards" have the same feeling of "being betrayed and deceived" as I, a "little brothel"? Or are they mature and developed earlier than me?

I understand emptiness and loneliness better. Are they brothers or sisters? Or is it that some of them, who are precocious, have failed in love or have emotional frustrations? Because on the first night of school, I was frightened by being thrown heavily to the ground by my roommate Huang Yongjun from the upper bunk opposite.

After not sleeping all night, the next morning my roommate Qiu Weijian said to himself, "Time is the killer of emotions." Such philosophical words made me stunned at first and then shocked me.

All day long, I have always felt that the class I am in is full of inscrutable masters and masters of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I warned myself with an uneasy mood: I must act carefully, and I may not know what day it will be.

Like flies, they were swatted to death on the wall...

They didn't know where they got two bottles of white wine and a large jar of rice wine, and secretly brought them back to the dormitory. They put them on the square table in the dormitory. They also prepared some braised vegetables and peanuts, and then the madams began to take turns drinking.

They counted their emotional "scars" and drank them all after talking. If they really didn't have any "scars", they drank a glass of wine. After drinking for three rounds, they felt a sense of heartfelt relief; then they entertained themselves.

The program entered the second half of the carnival program. They began to tie their skirts tightly around their waists, rolled up their sleeves to their shoulders, and played a game of finger-guessing and drinking. As a result, one of the female classmates named Ji Damei fell to the ground due to alcohol allergy and poisoning.

Sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, I was hospitalized for two days and three days before being discharged... After hearing this, I suddenly felt that my analysis and judgment of this class was very accurate, and my colleagues were very tough on them.

Their cheerful character was awe-inspiring, which made me suddenly feel the need to be protected by them when I had just arrived in Changzhou to study.

Later, I saw a scene in a KTV private room where several familiar madams competed for business, playing guessing games and drinking with each other. "Eight horses, six sixes...", "Five, ten, ten

Five...", this is such a familiar scene, it is like a moonlight treasure box reappearing the past. Amitabha, I have been drunk!

If you really think that in this "brothel" in our class, there is only so much drinking and warnings and punishments from the school, then you are totally wrong! Not long after, something happened that made all of us boys feel ashamed.

I felt ashamed and dumbfounded: among the eleven "Little Young Sisters", seven were female classmates from Changzhou City, and four were female classmates from other places or neighboring counties and cities. Maybe they were not happy with the wine they drank in front of them.

The story was not told properly, or it could be the reason for "bullying" common in the animal world, or it could be some trivial matter. They began to make Monk Zhang Er scratch his head. They started to fight with each other with fists and kicks out of nowhere, and the seven little boys started to fight.

The young sisters got into a fight with four young young people from other places who came to recite sutras. The fight was so severe that I was hospitalized... This kind of interaction between two heavens of ice and fire made me suddenly feel uneasy and dumbfounded.

My feeling: What if these young ladies with unparalleled martial arts skills drag me and make me drunk, and then... chop me into pieces with swords, leaving no body intact, I can't help but feel chills running down my spine.

In just one semester, the school issued yet another criticism, which made our expressive and eager-for-achieve "senior" class teacher seem to have lost confidence and courage. He resolutely resigned from the position of class teacher and disappeared.

....Although I don’t know what level of punishment this notification and criticism is, when the news came to our dormitory that night, it was a big deal!

At night, after the lights were turned off in the dormitory, all kinds of speculations came from the various beds, and the discussions and scenarios were combined to make up again. I listened and laughed like the air, and I didn't dare to make any assumptions for fear that one day the kings would overhear and make fun of them.

The plaster sling was tied to the hospital bed. Only the classmate Huang Dajun opposite was talking about it with gusto, and was continuing to extend the plot of the story with gusto, as if he was fabricating and editing the sequel to a novel by Teacher Jin Yong, even though the moonlight had already penetrated.

Shining light on his bed through the window, even if there is no sound of continued discussion in the entire dormitory, or you have heard the grinding of the teeth of He Jianguang, the second fat student in the next bed, he is still making up stories...

.The moonlight coming from the window shines on his bed sheets, and you can see that he is lying flat on the upper bunk bed, with his right foot resting on his left foot and his legs crossed, and his right foot is still there proudly.

I was arrogantly making up the storyline while drawing circles, until my classmate Qiu Weijian in the next bed reminded him to go to bed quickly. I was thinking about why this damn guy didn’t see you so happy and proud when he fell off the bed on the first night? Just when I was

When I thought Huang Dajun was going to sleep and rest, I heard Dong Suohong, a classmate on the lower bunk, silently said: "The general summary of this matter is: Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Four Famous Catchers"

Chuan" (the middle finger in Wu dialect means don't agree with each other)!", I thought the roommates who were about to sleep quietly seemed to wake up all of a sudden: the dormitory immediately burst into endless applause...
Chapter completed!