Chapter 1, received a beating
My parents later divorced, and I went to live with my father. During those years, my father was very depressed, often drinking, and when he was drunk, he would take it out on me. He frequently told me, "All women are fakes; do you even know what is real?"
I shouted at him, saying: Because I have no mother
He asked me why I didn't attend class today, and I immediately knew that the teacher must have reported me
Before school was over, she reminded me not to run later, and then told the teacher that she had a stomachache and needed to leave early. I guessed she was contacting someone. After school, a few of my classmates kindly suggested that I could climb over the wall from the restroom to escape. A brave man does not suffer immediate losses; I said it was unnecessary, as it would just mean getting beaten up, which was fine.
I let out a cold laugh and said: Try pointing at me one more time.
In that moment, I was instantly provoked and pulled out the stick from my body, striking him hard on the head. The blow was heavy enough to leave him somewhat dazed. Seizing the opportunity before he could react, I grabbed his clothes and relentlessly struck his head. It was only then that the others began to react, surrounding me to kick and punch, trying to pull me away. However, I paid no attention to anyone else and continued to hit that thin, yellow-haired guy.
Moreover, as I was leaving, I glanced at Mo Jingjie and did not forget to say to her: "You are the one who got my clothes dirty; I will settle this account with you later"
After shouting, I turned around and ran outside. By the time I stepped out, it was already raining. This was my first time running away from home
When I saw Mo Jingjie, the look in her eyes when she glanced at me seemed to spark with fire; she probably still held a grudge over that slap. Later, a guy who had a good relationship with me told me that on the afternoon I skipped class, Mo Jingjie had gathered a crowd at the school gate wanting to beat me up. This continued for several days in the library as well. After I hadn't shown up for more than half a month, she thought I was too scared to come back. I smiled and honestly told him that I wasn't afraid of her at all. At that time, I was fearless, especially when it came to fighting; perhaps I had gotten used to being beaten by my dad. The first time I truly felt fear was also because of Mo Jingjie, but that's a story for another time, so I won't discuss it here.
At that time, there was no notion of forming cliques; I always felt that I could rely on myself. Although there were a few people in my class with whom I had a good relationship, I never called on them when it came to fighting. However, if someone bullied them, I would sometimes step in.
After leaving school, I strolled for over an hour until I reached the riverbank, where I went swimming. When I returned home in the evening, my father had been drinking again
I shook my head and said I didn't know. My dad said only the penis is real
When we arrived at the school gate, there were about ten people gathered there, most of whom were from our school's third year of junior high. Only two individuals with dyed yellow hair were from outside the school. A group of them was smoking, and for junior high students, this scene was quite spectacular
When my father saw me, he said nothing at all. Instead, the young woman he found came over to comfort me, gently stroking my head and asking if I was hungry. She offered to take me out for a meal if I was.
I do not know why, but I just dislike her the moment I see her
At this moment, Jie's smile had faded, likely startled by my earlier demeanor. How could she have known that I would be so fierce in a fight, remaining unfazed in front of so many people
It is possible that she is new and does not know that I have a bad temper. Moreover, I am very concerned about my reputation. In front of so many people in the class, when she said that to me, I was very angry and directly slapped her, shouting: I have no mother.
Moreover, she also has a Sony CD player made in Malaysia in 1998, which she often brings to school to show off, as if she is afraid others do not know her family is wealthy. Although she is attractive, I am only interested in her body and have no other feelings for her. I suppose this might be influenced by my father, who often tells me that a woman's feelings are worthless and cannot be trusted. Therefore, in my view, brotherhood is much more important.
In the late afternoon, just before school was about to end, Mo Jingjie pointed her finger at my nose and said: "See you at the school gate after class. Don't run away; if you do, you will be my grandson."
Two individuals with dyed hair, one slightly plump and the other slender, the slimmer one arrogantly remarked: "What does it matter where it is from? If you provoke my sister, that's unacceptable." As he spoke, he approached and slapped me.
At that time, she often wore sunglasses, not on her eyes, but perched on her forehead. This was a popular way to show off back then, so I gave her the nickname "Sunglasses Jie"
When I was in the senior class of kindergarten, my mother had an affair. My father found the man and stabbed him twice, nearly killing him. Later, the man reported it to the police. My father, not wanting to go to prison, had no choice but to settle privately, compensating the man with our family’s auto repair shop.
The sunglasses are not clean, and a few people next to me, who do not know me, said: What happened to your school? Look at his arrogant demeanor; I feel like slapping him.
In the second half of the first year of junior high, a girl transferred to our class. She was dressed very fashionably, clearly a child from a wealthy family. She became my deskmate. Perhaps due to her good nutrition since childhood, her physical development was quite well-proportioned, unlike other girls who were thin and had flat chests, with a sallow complexion.
I remember that at that time I only had one yuan on me, and I didn't even bring a coat when I came out, which made me shiver from the cold. The first night I slept in an old theater stage in our area, waking up many times from the cold. As soon as dawn broke, I continued to run. Later, I hid behind a truck that was hauling stones at a construction site, drifting along with them. That one yuan allowed me to buy a few steamed buns, and I only ate one a day. A few days later, I had already run to a place more than 60 kilometers away from my home. As soon as dawn broke, I continued to run. Later, I hid behind a truck that was hauling stones at a construction site, drifting along with them. That one yuan allowed me to buy a few steamed buns, and I only ate one a day. A few days later, I had already run to a place more than 60 kilometers away from my home.
At this moment, Mo Jingjie was quite excited, wearing a rather smug expression. There were two people nearby who recognized me; they might have been from my school, perhaps one or two grades above me. One of them asked me, "Are you Lei Zhen?"
I remained silent while he came over and grabbed my head, repeatedly slamming it against the wall. He only stopped when my head was injured, yet he continued to ask me why I skipped class
In May, as the weather became warmer, she often wore a tank top. From the sides of the tank top, one could see her chest, although she was wearing a stylish spaghetti strap top, a pink one. In my memory, many girls in the first year of middle school did not even wear spaghetti straps. Sometimes, one could vaguely see two points, which I found to be the most stimulating aspect.
I often go into that room after my father and that woman leave, looking for her clothes to smell. At that time, I did not realize that this was a kind of illness.
Upon returning home, my father happened to be out, but that woman was there. As soon as she saw me, she knew I had been in a fight. She came over and said to me: "Leilei, take off your clothes. I will wash them for you quickly; otherwise, when your father comes back, he will beat you.
After finishing with him, I could no longer sit still in the classroom with the books. I pushed her to the ground and then walked out of the classroom. The homeroom teacher called out to me twice, but I ignored her. As I reached the door, I heard the sound of Mo Jingjie crying inside.
When I was secretly looking at Mo Jingjie, she caught me a few times. At first, she just glared at me and said nothing. However, one day during the homeroom teacher's class, I secretly looked at her again. After she noticed, she didn't give me a good look, grabbed a book next to her, and threw it at my face, saying: "Do you often look at your mother like this at home?"
Being beaten is not a big deal; it's just that my body is covered in footprints, which makes me very annoyed. When I get home, if my father is in a good mood, he won't hit me; but if he is in a bad mood, I will still get hit.
The next day, I continued to attend classes
At that time, I had no sense of compassion in my heart and thought that her crying was deserved
After the school teacher came over to pull him away, the thin boy with yellow hair was already sitting on the ground, covering his head. It took him quite a while to recover. I wasn't feeling well either; my nose was bleeding, and my stomach felt a bit uncomfortable, probably because someone had kicked me hard.
She is truly afraid of me, her gaze flickered away for a moment, and she retracted her hand
At that time, my classmates all knew that I had a very impressive father, and they did not dare to bully me. By the time I was in the fifth grade of elementary school (there was no sixth grade back then; one graduated after the fifth grade), I was even more domineering at school. Perhaps due to family circumstances, I had matured a bit early. That year, my father took a young mistress, and often at night, I would hear that woman's cries coming from next door while trying to sleep. It was the first time I had heard such sounds, and I felt my heart racing and my face flushing.
At that time, I went to the convenience store and bought a roll of tape. After returning to the classroom, I rolled up a book and then tightly wrapped it with tape from https://mhetushu.com. This paper tube hurts a lot when used to hit someone, and it doesn't cause major issues. Whenever I got into fights at school, I often used this. While I was rolling it up, my classmate Jingjie looked at me with a hint of mockery.
When I was in elementary school, I was most afraid of my classmates asking me: "Why hasn't your mother come to pick you up?" At that time, I felt that the matter of my parents' divorce was something shameful to be discussed, and I was even more afraid of others knowing that my mother had left with someone else.
As I walked over, the paper stick was tucked into the hem of my pants behind me. I knew that with so many people hitting me, I would definitely be at a disadvantage. However, today, whoever makes the first move against me will surely regret it.
Although I have suffered more losses, I do not feel ashamed, because I am one person and they are a group
In the first year of middle school, I came into contact with some videotapes and also wrote a true collection, becoming deeply immersed in them. I often dreamed at night about developing relationships with the girls in our class, and upon waking in the morning, my underwear was sticky
I became annoyed when people kept asking me, so I pointed at a classmate and scolded him, and I often hit others. The teacher frequently criticized me, and some classmates called their parents, who slapped me twice. When my dad found out, he came to the school with a knife, insisting that the other student's parents come to the school, saying he wanted to kill him. It was only after the principal called the police that the situation was resolved.
I said, "Well, that person told Mo Jingjie: Why not just forget it? We used to be from the same school, so let's just get to know each other."
Later, I found a restaurant where I washed dishes. The monthly salary was only 200. After working for less than half a month, I got into a fight and was taken to the police station. Just like that, I was sent back home.
At that moment, there were many onlookers surrounding me; whenever I glanced in their direction, they quickly turned their heads away, not daring to meet my gaze
I opened her hand and said, "You don't need to worry about it."