Only women and villains

, nodded: "Yes, I stayed up all night to write the program at that time."

"Xiao Hu still keeps it. By the way, have you read the questionnaire carefully?"

"No. It didn't happen soon after that, so how can I have time to read it all?"

Wang Yuqi looked up at the teacher, feeling upset, and thought that he might as well take this opportunity to read the feedback questionnaire they collected against the Girls' Day event.

The teacher is extremely quiet, and every student seems to be holding their breath and concentrating on their studies.There were bursts of birdsong outside the window, and the light-colored curtains blocked the sunlight, and after a while, they were blown by the wind again, and finally let the lonely sunlight squeeze in.On this peaceful morning as usual, there was a wailing wailing in the classroom without warning, the bird on the window sill flew away quickly, and Wang Yuqi fell to the ground suddenly, choked up for a few seconds, trembling in pain, Then he cried out heartbreakingly.

Yao Xue looked greedily at the thesis written by Xiao Hu, and when he saw the end, a strange sense of familiarity emerged in his heart. He always felt that the scene of holding the thesis in his hand had appeared somewhere before, similar to a parallel universe.He rubbed the smooth paper with his fingertips to recall desperately, but he was always scratching his boots. He couldn't remember something important even though he was about to say it.

"what happened to you?"

"I think it's weird."

"Thesis?"

"It should be..." Yao Xue lowered his head and flipped through the thesis materials, and gradually frowned, "She wrote a lot of references, but I didn't see how she went to the library."

Wang Hexi took the paper and glanced at it, and said, "Maybe I borrowed it from the library and took it home to read."

"I want to go to the library."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The two of them went straight to the library after class, carrying Xiao Hu's bibliography for the thesis to look up one by one. After 15 minutes, the two of them broke out in a thin layer of sweat at the same time.Yao Xue checked the query system repeatedly, and finally gave up altogether, and went straight to the relevant area to search, but still couldn't find most of the bibliographies Xiao Hu mentioned.

"Many are foreign language titles, and she may have bought e-books directly."

"We shared the e-book reading account, and I knew at a glance what books she bought."

Wang Hexi didn't speak, just stared at the list of books.But after a while, he pointed to two of them and said: "This book has not been released on the market yet. My dad has a sample, and this one was published by my dad a few years ago. It has not been published, and it belongs to their internal materials. Little Hu may have asked the teacher directly to borrow it."

"Which teacher is so kind?"

"Who gave you the paper?"

"Wang Pan." Yao Xue paused and said, "No, I have to ask him now."

"I'll go with you, anyway." Wang Hexi saw the beads of sweat on Yao Xue's temples glistening in the sun, and suddenly felt sympathetic. Crawl and fight.Yao Xue is experiencing the anxiety he once had, chasing a lover who is also not allowed, and his situation is much more miserable than his own, because what he is fighting now is a tragic battle that has been foretold to be a fiasco.

Yao Xue first became Sisyphus in one step, but what about himself?Still doing the battle of trapped beasts.

The door of Wang Pan's office was wide open, showing a bright and aboveboard look.Wang Hexi stopped at the door and said to Yao Xue, "I'll wait for you here." "Okay." Yao Xue nodded, and walked in directly holding the paper.The teacher he admired the most, Wang Pan, was writing something at the desk, his brows were furrowed, and he exuded a rigorous and aloof scholarly air.He thought it was reasonable for Xiao Hu to like his class. If she was still alive, she would definitely choose him as a tutor in the future.

"Xiao Yao?" Wang Pan took off his glasses, a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I've been reading Xiao Hu's thesis these two days. I think she must have talked to you a lot." Yao Xue approached Wang Pan's desk, lowered his head and flipped through the paper, just as he was about to show Wang Pan his doubts , he inadvertently glanced at...

There is a warm photo frame on the teacher's desk. He and his wife and daughter are smiling brightly, especially under the sunshine, the face of the professor's daughter is full of happiness, holding a big teddy bear in her arms .

The materials in Yao Xue's hands fell like snowflakes and scattered all over the ground.

In the office, there were the sounds of the clock ticking, the sound of teaching assistants walking around, and the sound of papers being scattered... But he couldn't hear anything, he just felt that his eyes were dark, the sky was spinning, and he almost fell when he bent down to pick up the paper.

"Xiao Yao, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay..." Yao Xue was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he murmured, "I...I'll come back next time, I seem to be a little hypoglycemic."

Wang Pan showed a concerned face: "I must not have eaten. Go to eat first..." However, what he said was only meaningless sound waves in Yao Xue's ears. His mind was buzzing, and he almost staggered out office.

Wang Hexi was startled when he saw Yao Xue's face: "What's wrong with you?" However, Yao Xue didn't say anything, and walked towards the bedroom with a dead face, like a living dead. "Old Yao, are you okay? Old Yao?" Wang Hexi couldn't help but wanted to support him.When they walked out of the office building and stepped onto the sparsely populated garden path, Yao Xue finally collapsed, covering his face and crying bitterly.

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong with Wang Pan? What did he say to you?" Seeing his appearance, Wang Hexi was also nervous and incoherent. Soon his hands were cold and he was at a loss.At this time, the phone vibrated, and he opened the text message sent by Wang Yuqi tremblingly, and saw the following message:

It is a great honor for me to have this opportunity to answer this questionnaire.

I think I should actually be the beneficiary of the Girls' Day event.Because of my appearance, countless boys have shown me affection since I was a child, especially during festivals, especially Singles’ Day, Girls’ Day, and other festivals with fancy names, they would always seize the opportunity to show love to me.But without exception, these boys only praise my body, and desire that I will always be ignorant, pure, and chesty.I am admired only because I am a good piece of meat worth paying a lot of money for them to look at and show off.

In order to resist, I practiced their cherished (men's cherishment is due to fanatical and unrealistic fantasies) flesh, and continued to depreciate my flesh in their value system, becoming a so-called The "slut".I thought this would dispel the feeling of being objectified, but I found that men can always (and only) deal with women sexually.They have a set of methods, because it has nothing to do with sexual desire, but with their power and strength, so when you try to change the traditional image of women, you are challenging the power mechanism of the patriarchal society.This is politics.

Of course, I don’t want to repeat my sexual motives or any theoretical things here. I just want to take the opportunity of this anonymous questionnaire to tell you: I completely used the wrong means of resistance and committed an irreparable crime in my life. mistake.

Due to personal reasons, I inadvertently contacted Wang Pan, the director of the Department of Political Philosophy.During the three months of being with him, I continued to be oppressed by him, from the initial sexual harassment to multiple rapes, and threatened with my boyfriend and my original ecological family.In order to control me, he bribed the faculty and staff of my department and forced me to move out of the student dormitory and live in a hotel for him to vent his animal desires.

After struggling for three months, I still didn't have the courage to tell any friends and lovers who cared about me.Sorry I can't explain why.Last week I received a medical certificate from the hospital and was diagnosed with major depressive disorder. Now I struggle with insomnia, mania, and weakened immunity every day.

Life is indeed meaningless, it seems extremely reluctant for everyone to come crying.Recently, I have repeatedly read Borges' verse: I will be five years old this summer, and death is constantly wearing me down.

This is true.

38

There was a crack in the sky, and suddenly a thunder exploded, startling the students in the classroom.The campus finally ushered in the changes of the four seasons, showing a normal appearance. Not long after, a soybean-sized torrential rain fell with thunderbolts, and soon formed a rain curtain.What month is it now?what day?Is it summer or autumn?Why do the cicadas in the treetops sing endlessly?All the weird scenes finally have the answer, at least the sky is real, and the rough and muddy raindrops are hitting people's faces.The students on College Road raised their arms to the thunderstorm and jumped, ecstatic like ancient fools begging for rain.

Wang Hexi threw away his helmet and armor and fled all the way home.When he ran away, he found his familiar self again, and this weak sense of security escorted him, so that he didn't cry directly on the way home.Xiao Hu's letter and Yao Xue's broken appearance in front of him tore down the false curtain.He originally thought that the school was just a bureaucracy, at least the instructors were in charge, the teachers were amiable, and his father was also worthy of respect... He always thought that Wang Yuqi and the others were naive, but who would have thought that he was the most naive That one!All my cognitions are now untenable. How many crimes are secretly breeding in this school?Wang Pan——he had called his uncle's elders to do such things countless times. Wang Hexi had no doubts. He even believed it the moment he saw Xiao Huxin. It was almost an intuition, a kind of his own. After working with Wang Yuqi, the familiar narrative style of the oppressed who were excluded from the mainstream discourse power: calm and restrained, a sense of dislocation when they are obviously victims but are afraid of being positioned as victims, pride, fawning, and crumbling.

So fear made him obey