Chapter 12: Left Ear (12)

  My heart skipped a beat.

  I wanted to let Xu Yi hurry up, but it was already too late. The group of black people quickly surrounded us, and the black man was wearing those dazzling metal decorations again. His silent expression was a bit terrifying, looking like a dog that was about to devour someone.

  He pushed Xi Yue and said: "You go first."

  Xu Yi didn't move.

  The black man said in a loud and rough tone: "Is this really the little white face you like? Bah, your taste is becoming more and more incomprehensible."

  "You dare to move him? Try it?" I said to the black man, "I'll never be done with you."

  "Hahaha... " The black man laughed loudly towards the sky, "Lei Ba La, I just realized that you're not ordinary at making men suffer!"

  "That's it," I said. "You're fired, you only have jealousy left, what about it?"

  "What can I do, what don't I want to do, I won't even know how to do it, and even if I did, I wouldn't let you know!" The black man got anxious, but the tongue twister came out super smooth.

  "Get out!" I squeezed out a word from between my teeth.

  The brothers under the black man's hand glared at me one by one.

  Xu Yi was panting heavily beside me.

  My mind was racing, if we really fought, I should call 110 or go get help, or go to school to find a teacher. Before I figured it out, the black guy snapped his fingers and said in a defeated tone: "Let's go."

  After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode forward with big steps.

  My heart, which had just calmed down, was racing again as something unexpected happened. Xu Yi rushed forward, raised his fist and gave the black man a heavy blow on the shoulder from behind, shouting: "Bald head, I warn you, don't bully Ba La, I won't let you bully her!"

  The scene suddenly became chaotic.

  My poor, senseless child, he took one for eight, you can imagine the outcome.

  He was beaten and had his head broken, lying in the hospital for a whole week, and was also disciplined by the school.

  My hard work finally earned Zhang Yang's trust. He quietly snuck into my home, gave me a thumbs up and said: "Girl, you did great, I knew you could do it."

  The old lady is playing mahjong outside again, in my experience, she definitely won't come back.

  I said: "Xiao Bai Yang, you should reward me, I fell for you."

  "Alright," he said, "don't tell me this is your first time."

  But that was my first time. In my cramped and narrow room. I saw Zhang Yang slowly walking towards me, my dormitory mixed with many special smells, the faint smell of girls' menstrual blood, the scent of fragrant underwear, shampoo, shower gel, and various perfumes. Of course, there was also Zhang Yang's smell. On the balcony, a string of pink wind chimes rang out in the warm breeze that wandered around at three o'clock in the afternoon. All this made me feel slightly dizzy. I gently pushed him away, jumped off the bed, carefully closed the door, and locked it. Then, shyly sat down on my own bed, and said to him: "Come over."

  I thus gave myself selflessly for a sudden and unseeable love.

  This world has deceived me, I must fight back, I won't let go of any bit of my happiness, even if the cost is falling into hell.

  Spare no effort.

  I see myself in Zhang Yang's eyes, Ah, myself, so beautiful.

  When I woke up, I found him still asleep.

  He closed his eyes, breathing evenly. His long eyelashes fluttered lightly. Before this, I had no idea that boys could have such long and beautiful eyelashes. I couldn't help but reach out my hand to touch it gently. He didn't wake up, mumbling unclearly in his sleep, turning over to continue sleeping. I got out of bed, put on my nightgown, and saw a red stain on the sheet, a long, dark mark that looked like an inexplicable sign on a map, completely different from what I had imagined.

  To be honest, I didn't think it would hurt this much either.

  I twisted my body to the bathroom to clean myself, I saw in the mirror that slightly haggard but also couldn't help excited little face of mine, I pinched the left side of my face and said: Girl. Then pinched the right side of my face and said: Woman. And then I shamelessly hehehe laughed out loud.

  I still see that inverted clock in the mirror, which was sent back by my mother from America. I don't understand why she wanted to send a clock back, even though it's extremely special. I remember when the old lady received this international mail that had traveled across mountains and seas, her face turned purple with rage. She threw the clock into the backyard without hesitation, raising clouds of dust and making an ear-splitting echo. In the middle of the night, I snuck out and quietly picked it up, but from then on, it could only humbly stay in this small bathroom that belongs to me alone.