Delinquent youth, hot-blooded and wild!
Wang Hao, who was bullied and ostracized by his classmates for three years in junior high, thought things would change when he came to Chengnan High Sc...
Only then did I feel the burning sensation on my face, probably with bright red palm prints on it, so I quickly rubbed my face and said with a smile, "No, no."
"How could Taozi do this?" Xia Xue said angrily, "I have to go and talk to her about it!"
"Hey, goodbye." I quickly pulled Xia Xue and said, "My aunt, let's go home quickly. It's getting late. Don't make trouble anymore. I finally got this done. Oh, be good, let's go home."
Xia Xue finally calmed down, sighed, packed her books, and prepared to go home. I sent her out of the school gate and walked to her home. On the way, I naturally helped her carry her schoolbag. Xia Xue was as happy as a little butterfly. I was also very happy, at least on the surface, but in fact, I was still thinking about Taozi's tears. I don't know how that girl is now. I guess she hates me very much.
Xia Xue's home was not far away, and it was only two blocks away. When we arrived downstairs of Xia Xue's house, I waved to her and said, "Okay, go back quickly."
"Are you leaving just like that?" Xia Xue blinked her eyelashes, looking so adorable.
"What else can we do?" I looked at her puzzledly.
"Hmph, blockhead." Xia Xue said, but still had no intention of going upstairs. She still looked at me with a smile.
It suddenly dawned on me and I put my hands on her hair and kissed her gently.
Xia Xue did not refuse, and we put our lips together and kissed each other. This was my first kiss, and it felt so good!
After the kiss, Xia Xue smiled, waved at me, and went upstairs. I looked at her back and became even more obsessed.
I looked up and saw the lights in the corridor light up one by one, and finally stopped on the fourth floor. Xia Xue's home was on the fourth floor.
I reluctantly left after watching the lights in the corridor go out again. On the way, I recalled the kiss just now, and it all seemed like a dream. Xia Xue is such a beautiful girl, and she actually became my girlfriend. I was so happy.
I couldn't help but run down the street. Young people are always full of energy. Just after running through a block, I suddenly found a familiar person standing under the street light - Taozi! Taozi is a boarding student. After the evening self-study class, she didn't go back to the dormitory. What was she doing outside the campus?
I walked over in confusion, and Taozi was looking at me. As I approached, Taozi's tears started to flow again. I noticed that she was holding a notebook in front of her chest, which was the analysis of Shakespeare's works I wrote for her. It made me feel uncomfortable that she was a girl, standing on the street in the middle of the night holding a notebook. "Taozi, why are you here?" I stood in front of her.
When I asked this, Taozi's tears flowed even more violently.
I felt so distressed that I reached out my hand and wanted to hug her. But Taozi stepped back, shook her head and said, "Wang Hao, you have a girlfriend and you love someone else, you can't hug me."
I thought so too, and almost made a mistake, so I retracted my hand and asked again: "Why are you here so late at night instead of going back to the dormitory?"
Taozi cried and said, "I wanted to go back to the dormitory, but when I came out, I saw you sending Xia Xue home. Then, I don't know why, I just followed you... I felt something was wrong halfway through. You two are in love, why am I following you? So I stopped. But I didn't want to go back. I thought you would come back after sending Xia Xue home, so I'll wait for you here."
I was touched when I heard this. Taozi is no worse than Xiaxue in every aspect. But love is strange. If I had met Taozi first, the result might have been completely different. But Xiaxue has been completely imprinted in my mind and can never be erased.
"Wang Hao, are you still in pain?" Taozi looked at my face.
I shook my head: "If you still want to fight, fight again."
Taozi lowered her head and it seemed that she would not fight anymore.
"Let's go. I'll take you home." I pulled Taozi's arm, and Taozi walked to school with me.
Maybe because I was there with her, Taozi gradually stopped crying.
Taozi said, "I read some of the contents in the notebook. Wang Hao, you write really well and have studied Shakespeare very thoroughly."
Bad Youth