On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

Song Yu didn't know how he lowered his head and begged the boss to find another way.

But the boss showed embarrassment.

"I'm not a charity here, and there's no other way. If this doesn't give you a way, you don't want to go."

road?

If this is also a way, it is only a way to push oneself in the direction of destruction after all.

"Hey, I said why are you so awkward here? You are not a girl who wants to guard your body. As for such a heroic sacrifice? Don't make it difficult for you. Once you close your eyes, you don't need to move Yes, just enjoy it later, and you can still get money to treat your mother, so why not do it?"

He clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to beat the boss hard, trembling all over.

He didn't know how he squeezed out the word "good" from his throat.

humiliation.

unwilling.

What can be done?

If he doesn't compromise, is he going to watch his mother who has raised him so hard have no money for medical treatment?

It's so hard to be a man by myself, how many ups and downs my mother went through when he was brought up by himself.

When the boss gave Song Yu a set of clothes and asked him to prepare by himself, Song Yu was trembling while holding the T-shirt with wide collar and deep V.

He swallowed the breath in his mouth, his eyes were red, and he punched the wall a few times with both hands.

I don't know who I'm blaming.

Blame the sky, blame yourself, or blame him.

There were blood marks on the back of his hand from the wall.

He didn't feel any pain either.

Song Yu walked into the box wearing that T-shirt with cold hands and feet.

The light made his pale skin look even whiter.

The collarbone is clearly visible, and it's hard not to be attracted by the clothes.

Song Yu's whole body was tense.

Fortunately, at least not a greasy ugly old man.

Fortunately, I heard that comrades pay more attention to their external image.

Fortunately, this stranger, who was about to have sex with him, was pretty good-looking.

At least it won't make people want to vomit.

Song Yu comforted himself like this.

It has come to this point, and there is no turning back.

The man pursed his lips and smiled, "This is the first time you're so nervous?"

Song Yu started to take off his pants expressionlessly, revealing a pair of white and slender legs.

"Do it quickly."

He could tolerate being physically humiliated, but he had no interest in flirting with him.

But some guests' bad taste is to conquer this kind of people with high self-esteem.

That way, there will be a sense of accomplishment.

So that person spoke unhurriedly:

"Sit down."

Song Yu sat down.

The man smiled, "You sing very well, why don't you give us a song to cheer us up?"

Song Yu sneered, "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get hard once I finish singing."

The man handed Song Yu the microphone in his hand.

Click a song.

"How could you make me sad"

Song Yu squeezed the microphone tightly with both hands.

In his sophomore year, he performed on stage with well-known singers.

Now, he has been reduced to the point where he takes off his pants and sings love songs with the guests in the bar.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"I miss you day after day?

The lonely me still hasn't changed?

When will beautiful dreams appear?

My dear, I really want to see you again"

He sang the lyrics of the song ordered by that person, but he thought of the person whose smile seemed to warm the whole world for no reason in his mind.

He looked at himself and said:

Miss Song, I like you. ?

"The autumn wind blows in gusts?

Remember this time last year?

What is your heart thinking?

Why leave this ending for me to bear?"

He remembered that autumn, he watched Yan Baijing walking on the lover's road and stared at the plane trees on both sides to take pictures in a daze.

He walked up to him and patted him on the back, and the moment of astonishment and surprise was frozen forever. ?

The autumn wind that year was extremely warm.

"The person who loves you the most is me, how can you let me be sad?

When I needed you the most, you left without saying a word"

I miss you so much.

"The person who loves you the most is me, how can you let me be sad?

I have paid so much for you, but you have never been moved.”

I owe you so much.

You have given so much to me.

My last word to you is that you are disgusting.

I thought, at least I still have a perfect me, the complete me that you once liked.

This whole me, is all I have, missing your connection at last.

Gone.

When the body was penetrated, almost the whole body was in pain, and the stomach was rolling up and down, and the river was overwhelmed.Disgusting, about to spit it out.

Let alone enjoyment.

It was clearly torture like checkmate.

"Does it hurt? It's okay. It's like this for the first time. You really don't know how to fuck. You cried before you even started."

The heart is a little silent.

The barren edge of pain, the last little light of expectation, was slowly closed.

park view.

park view.

"Hey bro, what's your name?"

"My name is not Yida."

"Extra?!"

"...My name is Yan Baijing."

A few words suddenly came to mind when I first saw this person.

Xueba, Shuaibi, serious Xueba, serious and extremely boring Shuaibi, even the boring Shuaibi Xueba whose name is extremely serious.

……

"Damn it, Yida, don't you want to compete with me in singing!"

"There is no rule in the military training that I am not allowed to pretend to be handsome."

……

"...I'll carry you to the station, and you put on your raincoat."

"You just carried me on your back for so long, forget it, I can go."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

……

"Do you want to go on stage?"

"Of course I want to. It would be a pity not to be on the stage for the performance in the auditorium of ten thousand people! But it's a pity, the student union is very busy here."

"Then would you like to report to a program with me?"

……