Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Azan lived in a daze. The third year of junior high school was the most chaotic period. He had nowhere to escape. He briefly considered running away from home, even to a nearby town. But someone so timid as him would never have done such a drastic act. If he had truly possessed such courage, how could he have ended up in this state?

The days of youth are filled with unspeakable things. Under the bright, alluring moonlight, he lay on his small steel bed, one leg flat, the other bent, occasionally lifting it for a skyward kick. His thighs, under the moonlight, were white and toned. If only they were this white.

He imagined how comfortable it would be to tangle two smooth, hairless thighs together. But if he were tangled with hairy thighs, it would surely be sweaty and prickly, making him miserable. He couldn't help but sigh. It was a shame that he was born with a pair of hairy legs. No one would love him, and even if they did, there would still be flaws.

Down his thighs, he wore the usual dark blue flannel sweatpants. This part was quite attractive. The blue underwear against his white thighs had an indescribable, enchanting charm and unprecedented visual impact. He just admired himself.

He has long legs, a thin waist, and a flexible body. He is good at playing some games that girls play, such as kicking shuttlecock, jumping rubber rope, and hopscotch. He is better at it than many girls.

Shuttlecocks are made from poultry feathers. A large, colorful rooster is a perfect source of raw materials. The resulting shuttlecocks are vibrant and beautiful, resembling handicrafts.

Shuttlecock kicking is a test of skill. Some players can kick the shuttlecock high into the air, then quickly turn and catch it with their back foot, a truly impressive feat. This skill-based game has both strength and value when incorporated into public competitions.

The jump rope is a graceful act, allowing one to perform many difficult tricks in one go, continuing to break through the barriers without stopping. And the accompanying children's song is catchy: Three eights, three fives, six, three eights, three fives, seven, the horsetail blossoms on the twenty-one...

The other boys laughed at Azan for playing only girls' games. But what could he do? There were so few games to play.

His childhood experiences with girls had a subtle influence on his mindset. As he entered adolescence, he suddenly discovered that the world of girls was a treasure trove. Beyond anything else, the beautiful clothes alone were a feast for his eyes.

He was a boy who loved beauty. He wanted to try out all kinds of beautiful things. Every summer, the campus was filled with the enchanting beauty of vibrant colors. He once had a strong desire to wear skirts. Whether it was a flowing, ethereal tulle dress or a tight, half-step skirt, he was captivated.

He imagined that if he wore those beautiful dresses, he would be stunning. He even envied and was jealous of the girls' beauty.

He spent every day thinking about how to make himself more beautiful. He had a good appearance, but at best he was handsome, not stunningly beautiful. He needed to learn how to improve himself.

He quietly applied the Yongfang beauty cream his family had bought from the city, smearing it on himself to make himself look like a white porcelain doll. He then used small curlers to curl his hair a few times, letting it droop in front of his fair forehead, adding a touch of Western style.

The brightly colored new clothes he had bought at the county market stood out among the crowd of gray-blue gowns. The eyes of the teacher and classmates were fixed.

He was truly becoming more and more feminine, both in appearance and in spirit. Even though the girls didn't like him, they even rejected him. The boys were even worse, wanting to kick him out of the men's team.

He doesn't care. At most, he'll just stay neutral and go for a neutral style. That's just his personality.

These actions added new "crimes" to his accusations. Strange phenomena always led to rumors. Things were getting increasingly bad for him. Bad students began to spread rumors that he wasn't a man, but a slut, or a half-and-half-woman monster.

He thought he was comfortable enough with those situations. Little did he know, society and human nature were far more complex and heartbreaking than he'd imagined. Just like a TV drama, the plot has to escalate, and without a climax, it's no use.

Ever since a character named Hong Tai appeared in a TV series, he was completely unaware that he had been secretly labeled a weirdo by some people.

At that time, a Hong Kong martial arts drama was popular, in which there was a handsome young eunuch named Hong Tai. On a rainy night, when he faced a girl who liked him but didn't know his identity, and painfully told her that he was a eunuch, the heart-wrenching feeling was very moving.

But the children still didn't understand why they couldn't be together.

One day, as everyone was walking out of the school gate after school, a sharp-tongued girl passed by Azan. She turned around and called him, half-jokingly and slightly mysteriously, "Hongtai!" He was a little confused.

Little did he know, this was a dangerous sign. From then on, a nightmare began for him. As his knowledge of this kind grew, those people began calling him a eunuch. This was the most vicious and despicable personal attack, whether for a boy or a man.

In the history class, when the teacher talked about ancient eunuchs, the people around him burst into laughter, and all kinds of weird and mocking eyes were shot at him.

His face flushed red, he bit his lips tightly, suppressing his grievances and tears, and he wanted to die. This became the fatal straw that broke the camel's back.

The most beautiful youth, the most praiseworthy young man in white, was ruthlessly trampled on his self-esteem and damaged his soul...

In this situation, he felt like a monster, with low self-esteem, depression, and nowhere to turn to for help. He developed severe social phobia and was on the verge of collapse.

The most frustrating thing is that he is clearly a healthy boy, even better developed than his peers, with a big cock hanging from his crotch, but he is called a eunuch. Is there any justice? Is there anything darker and more ridiculous than this?

He wanted to shout to everyone: "I am not a eunuch! I am older than all of you!"

He could only silently endure this undeserved calamity. The social game of isolation and humiliation was being played out on him. Who was he to blame for his fate?

No one could help him. The teachers couldn't handle their daily lives. He couldn't tell them. He was truly helpless. His classmates, who were closer to him, were helpless too, not knowing how to comfort him. He couldn't just say, "Don't be angry, you're not a eunuch, are you?"

His situation was so unique that he actually hoped they would stay away from him and not watch him make a fool of himself, as that would make him even more embarrassed and sad.

His mother couldn't help him much either. Ever since she'd said something carelessly while bathing him when he was five or six, he'd been plagued by a sense of shame. He wouldn't let her bathe him again. Instead, he'd fumble around in the basin and dry himself. He'd always get her out of the way whenever he felt embarrassed.

The mother had some education, but when it came to her child's adolescent education, she was no different from other illiterate women. She was even more conservative than them, and she considered herself noble and despised matters between men and women.

Influenced by her, he also began to imitate her mannerisms and appearance. When he wrote about himself, his favorite word to describe himself was "holiness." He'd been holy from the moment he was born. So holy that he never urinated in public. He was smug and deluded.

An accident that happened later caused an uproar on campus and exposed Azan's secret.

During one physical education class, the teacher tested the 100-meter hurdles, which was Azan's strong point, so it was easy for him to excel.

But there was always a mistake. That morning, he was in a hurry and the restraints were not tied properly. As a result, after striding over two hurdles, the pin on the strap broke and directly pierced the tender flesh between his testicles. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground with the hurdles, almost fainting.

Unaware of what had happened, the teachers and classmates rushed over to check. He endured the excruciating pain, and with a shred of consciousness, he allowed the physical education teacher to help him sit under a tree. Two classmates followed him.

He didn't care about anything else. He reached into his pants and fumbled to pull the pin out of his flesh. When he pulled his hand out, his palm was covered in blood. A silver pin was still clenched on his fingertips.

The teacher and the two students were stunned. The two boys, in particular, had complicated expressions. Why was she bleeding? Could it be that Azan was a girl, as the legend goes? And what about the safety pin? Was this just some silly, cruel game?

Afterward, Azan was taken to the hospital. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously injured. Although only a few people knew the details of the incident, there's no such thing as a broken wall. After this ordeal, Azan, having overcome the shame, has moved on and stopped dwelling on the troubled past.

Strangely, after this incident, the classmates stopped spreading negative rumors about Azan. Perhaps they felt better, or perhaps Azan accidentally revealed his true identity, leaving them speechless. So, it's unclear whether this has brought good or bad things to Azan.

This was also the reason why Ranmo had suddenly felt a headache upon seeing Azan. It was actually a sudden memory that had reminded him of the incident. Azan had been away from school the year before because of this incident. Ranmo felt a little regretful. If he had come earlier, perhaps he could have helped Azan relieve some of the pain.

After school, Ranmo and Azan walked home together. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they felt incredibly close. On the way, they found a pavilion to sit down and talked for a long time.

Ran Mo encouraged him and told him that if they encountered humiliation and bullying again, they must face it bravely and fight back.

When talking about Qiutang, Azan showed an angry expression on his face and said that the culprit must be punished to vent his anger.

Ranmo agreed, and even quietly offered him some tricks. The two of them occasionally chuckled as they chatted.