My name is "Meng Fei", male, 18 years old! Born under the Red Banner and growing up in New China, someone once said that we are the Beat Generation. I agree with this sentence, because every time I get a transcript, I can proudly say to my parents: "We are the Beat Generation! The grades are very poor, that makes sense! Of course, I try my best to improve my grades to double digits before the next exam!"

Although my grades are poor, my brother lives very happily and loves life very much. He goes to school on time every day, never misses classes, and never leaves early. My class teacher once said in class: "Classmates who read e-books, can you learn from Meng Fei, see how regular their daily life is, and never disturb other students, cough cough... Meng Fei please don't snore!"

Of course, I don’t have other hobbies. My biggest feature is that I am willing to study beauty. I have been fantasizing about this field for many years and my skills are unfathomable. I once wrote a poem for myself to describe my beautiful expectations.

Noble temperament and perfect shape!

The girls shouted, long live Brother Fei!

With my unremitting efforts, my brother finally ended his single era and ushered in his first love. People in the world say that first love is beautiful, sour and astringent, like a blooming flower, full of beautiful memories.

But my first love can also be described as flowers, but it is a chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum is broken and full of injuries!

This matter starts with the school's sports meet. Our school is very strange. It is said that the school not only teaches students the knowledge in textbooks, but also tempers students' physical fitness and indestructible will. Therefore, a winter sports meet is held every winter.

The place where I live is in a city in the northeast. When winter comes, the weather is cold and snowflakes are everywhere. The sports meeting was held smoothly under the curse of countless students. The venue fee and sanitation fee of 30 yuan for each person. I once suspected that the purpose of the school's sports meeting may be these inexplicable expenses.

After the principal's endless opening remarks, the sports meeting finally began. A group of silly children, with their mouths wide open, running desperately in the cold north wind.

I sat in the audience, extremely bored, and suddenly became a little addicted to smoking. Seeing the head teacher excited and cheering for the students in this class, I quietly slipped away from behind, heading towards the toilet, and strided towards meteors.

The toilet in the stadium was open air and was extremely cold. I took out a cigarette and held it in my mouth. After a long time of hard work, I finally lit the cigarette and took a sip of it comfortably.

"I want to give you a red rose..." Suddenly the phone rang, and Jacky Cheung's high and passionate voice echoed in every pit.

I took out my cell phone from the down jacket, looked at the battery monitor, and a smile appeared on my face, and said in a slutty manner: "Hi! Darling, you are in a state of turmoil again, right?"

"Meng Fei, where are you?" A crisp sound came from the phone.

"Where am I in the men's bathroom? What are you doing!" I replied.

"You come out, I have something to tell you!" After saying the other end, he hung up the phone.

I was a little confused. Didn’t I make an appointment to meet at night? Why are I so anxious? I didn’t want to have some romantic things in the toilet. There are wind and snow, but it’s even "huh" and it’s easy to freeze the big white butt.

"Look at you, every girl's house, why do you come to the men's bathroom? What's the impact..." I walked out of the bathroom with a cigarette in my mouth, and said in a sensation, but suddenly I was shocked by the scene in front of me, and the voice suddenly came.

I saw a fashionable girl, tall and sweet-looking girl, holding a young man with yellow hair on her arms, looking happy.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the two of them in disbelief. Yes, really, that's right. He is my girlfriend, the girlfriend I spent all my weekly pocket money.

"Fei Fei? This is..." The cigarette from my mouth fell to the ground, and I asked with a trembling voice.

"Meng Fei, let's break up!" Feifei said with a firm look on her face.

boom!

My brain roared, my heart twitched, and a fire of anger surged onto my brain. I said tremblingly, "Why?"

"No reason? You are just a student and don't have money yet! It's not exciting to be with you at all. We are in the society! We take people to my nightclub to support you every day, and tips are 200 yuan a day. These things will never be possible for you in eight hundred years, so we are not suitable for breaking up!" Feifei said in a lingering mouth, not leaving me a trace of affection.

Feifei's words are heartbreaking. He and I are classmates from the same class. Because of her poor family background, she dropped out of school and went out to work. She worked as a K-suit in a nightclub. She said it was a K-suit, but she was actually a drink girl, but she was not a lady, because they didn't offer it and their salary was relatively generous.

I saw Feifei a little strange, as if I had never known him. The innocent and romantic girl who ate instant noodles with me might never come back.

I know the young man she held. He was a gangster on several streets nearby. He lived by blackmailing several nearby high schools. He was a strange flower in the society. He was very business-minded. Others asked for money directly, but he was different. He built a waste recycling station opposite the school. Every student had to pay a mineral water bottle after school. There were thousands of people in our school. Except for girls who could not pay, men had to pay. This bastard relied on this method and earned thousands of yuan a day.

"You are willing to follow someone to grab a mineral water bottle, and I have nothing to say, so let's see you again! No... I won't see you again, good luck!" I suppressed the anger in my heart, turned around and left.

"Caughter, ** boy, who the hell are you talking about?" the yellow-haired young man cursed loudly behind me.

My mood was so bad that it would be fine if you fucked my girlfriend, but you fucked me. I turned around and scolded me, "You didn't hear it clearly. I said, "What awesome are you a robber of mineral water bottles?"

"**, you have never been beaten!" The yellow-haired young man cursed, took out his phone, and quickly dialed a few numbers.

"Huzi, bring people in!" the yellow-haired young man yelled at the phone.

I glanced at him and knew that there must be his brother outside the stadium. If I were outside the school, I might really not be able to beat him, but on the school, I can definitely let him go, not knowing why I didn't.

"Leilei! I was fucking beaten!" I shouted loudly at the center of the stadium.
Chapter completed!