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The erotic past of a little hooligan

Wednesday on August 17th, 2005Life

born in an ordinary worker's family on December 12, 1983, at the age of 1-5, he did not know who he was and what he had done. At the age of 6, he was forcibly sent to the factory by his parents to run Class 2, Grade 1 primary school. In the children's song "I go to school, I am not late every day, birds send, early, early, why do you carry a small schoolbag". No, no, no. no, no, no.

first grade of primary school:
take off your pants in front of female classmates, female classmates say that I am a hooligan
teacher's quotation: "hooligans are not terrible, they are afraid that hooligans are uneducated!" So you should study hard, make progress every day, and strive to be a "educated, knowledgeable, knowledgeable, talented" hooligan! "

Grade two:
take pictures of female students!
teacher's quotation: "Don't hit her, don't scold her, torture her with emotion!" Is the highest state of flirting with girls, you should strive to improve your flirting taste

third grade:
touch the face of female students, as a result, my face was scratched by female classmates!
teacher's quotation: "Love is valuable, the price of life is higher, stay in the green mountains, not afraid of firewood!" Remember, cherish life and stay away from beautiful women! "

Grade 4:
hold the hands of female students, was rejected, academic performance plummeted!
teacher's quotation: "there are thousands of sons and daughters in China. If you can't change one after another, what you haven't picked is only a flower in spring. The whole spring still belongs to you. Don't be discouraged. Be defeated and defeated again and again."

Grade 5
flirt with female students instead of being flirted!
teacher's quotation: "Boys are not rogue, their development is abnormal, and you have been flirted by girls, indicating that you have a better future than ordinary boys."

Primary School Grade 6
started his high school career with the 38th grade of Chang Primary School and was sent to Nanjie Middle School in the county seat (a total of 40 graduates).


Grade 1 of junior high school
met Jin Yong, Gulong and other senior people, and every day he thought of himself as the hero in the book, and had a pure male-female relationship with MM in the book.

Grade 2 of junior high school
come back to reality and pay attention to the beautiful women in the class (who already have aesthetic ability), but primitive, shy, evil thoughts have sprouted in my mind.


Grade 3 of junior high school really realized the true meaning of "study hard and think about it every day". No, no, no. no, no, no. Fortunately, I stopped my heart in time, and my handsome face was preserved. Crazy study, admitted to the county No. 3 high school (there are only 3 high schools in this county, the first two are the key points. )

Grade one in high school
for the first time in my life, I wrote a love letter to a girl I loved for a long time in my class, and I felt that she had a little interest in me, too. Unfortunately, when I was scared, sweet as a deer jumping about, the head teacher called me to the office and took out the love letter from the drawer.

Senior two
chose a liberal arts class with a girl-to-boy ratio of 4:1, but the beauties ignored me.

Grade 3 of high school
listen to my brother next door tell me about my college life. Picked up the books on the second day, began crazy review, vowed to be admitted to the university, to "work hard, study hard, and contribute to socialist construction". Universities can fall in love freely and live together illegally. Wait a minute.

it is undeniable that I am a genius. Although I was not admitted by the first and second voluntary applicants (Tsinghua University and Peking University), I received an admission notice from XX Agricultural University. So he picked up his luggage, jumped on the train and came to the dream university campus. I want to be a successful man when I start my college career, because successful men are JB busy during the day and JB at night; failed men have nothing to do with birds during the day and birds at night. So, I want to be a successful man.


standing in front of a nude painting in the school art exhibition, he kept warning himself: "this is art, I am aesthetic." But the outstanding performance of some part of the body still betrayed me.

Big 2
I like people who are famous, and people who like me are miserable. So I: "stay up all night on the Internet, go to bed as soon as I enter the class, and call home without saying that I want money to spend."

Big 3
in the case that I am the only monk left in the whole dormitory, I finally have a formal girlfriend. In my sweet love, she wants me to expose my heart, and I want her to be naked.

Big 4
my grandmother is still in the countryside. Since I was admitted to college, every time I went back, my grandmother always said to me, "the plots of land at home, as well as this yard, these chickens and pigs are all reserved for you." At that time, I laughed at my grandmother's stupidity. However, seeing the employment situation this year and the streets full of graduate students and doctoral students, I finally realized my grandmother's foresight and good intentions.

with my diploma and resume, I got nothing from the recruitment center that almost squeezed me. I got back in a three-wheeler, and the rickshaw driver asked me, "are you a graduate of XX Agricultural University this year?" I said, "what a coincidence. I was a graduate of the class of 88 from XX Agricultural University, and I pointed to an old man wearing leather shoes by the side of the road:" that brother was earlier, class of 77. " I almost fell off the tricycle.

when I got home, I saw my laid-off father repairing bicycles in the street. Similarly, my laid-off mother was selling fruit. My father smoked shoddy cigarettes and his hands were covered with oil. My mother's wrinkles had already climbed onto her face in the wind and sun, and her hair had turned a lot white. I looked at my parents seriously and carefully for the first time in 23 years, and suddenly I felt the urge to cry. "over the years, they have lived like this, making money to send me to that damn college. And I. no, no, no. People always regret when they are scarred, but by this time the rules of the game have changed, and that's the way life is. I put those four years of youth in exchange for a small red book in the corner, rolled up my sleeves to help my father push the cart, from now on, I began to pay the debt.//

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