Age 0: Innocent me, ignorant. Since my dad was always working away from home, the burden of taking care of my mom fell on my tiny shoulders. From that day on, to better take care of my mom, I had to often accompany her to the women's bathhouse!
Age 1: About to become a man, I still had to accompany my mom in and out of the women's bathhouse. By then, I could walk in and out on my own, but I was absolutely unwilling. At the time, the me who dreamed of becoming a gentleman was also forced helplessly~~~
Age 2: Learning from who knows where, I began to get used to staring at girls with a silly grin and slobbering~~~
Age 3: This year, I finally bid farewell to that frequently visited bathhouse. That autumn, I entered kindergarten, taking my first step toward society. From then on, I began to encounter women other than my mom!
Age 4: Middle class of kindergarten, I began trying to go home by myself. Under the sunset, the shadows of a large group of singles were stretched long, very long......
Age 5: In the senior kindergarten class, I gradually realized that the elongated shadows under the sunset were decreasing. The boys around me started inviting girls to go home together. When I went to look for them, I found that the pretty girls had already gone with others. As for the rest, well~~~ not even worth mentioning! My lonely shadow was still stretched long, very long......
Age 6: In preschool class, I met a girl, unforgettable~~ I still clearly remember how she kicked me off the parallel bars that day. Fortunately, it was only two stitches on my chin. Thinking about it now, if I had pursued her back then, wouldn't she have been China's earliest ‘My Sassy Girl'?
Age 7: My family moved from Guangxi to Henan. Excited, I was ready to experience primary school life, only to find that my deskmate was also, like me, single!
Age 8: Continuing first grade, this year I finally got to know the term 'single,' and I was the perfect example. At that time, I still disdained pretty girls. My mom said, girls change a lot by eighteen, and who knows how drastically they could change in ten years! Doesn't Jolin Tsai sing every day about 'Look at my seventy-two transformations'?
Age 9: My youth wasted in ordinary dullness......
Age 10: Changed homeroom teacher, changed deskmate. But I was still a flower that had not yet been planted on cow dung (newly arrived).It was just... a month later that we had our first conversation. 'Do you have an eraser?' 'Yes!' That was it. Wait, an eraser? It seems like I~~~ didn't get it back!!!
11 years old: After a year of hard practice, my social skills improved a lot. I also changed my male deskmate because I talked too much in class. A painful year~~
12 years old: I got a reduction in punishment for good behavior, and my female deskmate returned to my side. My work also moved from the ground to under the desk. I learned how to pass notes with my deskmate.
13 years old: First year of middle school, the boys had started talking about girls after class. So, gossip isn't just for girls.
14 years old: Second year of middle school, some people had started dating. As for me, I was still a well-behaved kid. Mom said, 'Don't fall in love too early!'
15 years old: Third year of middle school, about to part ways with the girls who had tormented me for three years, I will never forget the scars they left on me. At this time, I also collected quite a few photos of pretty girls in my grade. I still treasure them!
16 years old: Second year of high school, the girls' development was almost complete. Like the other boys, I started learning to appreciate girls. A bunch of hapless boys would climb onto the windowsill as soon as class ended and point at and categorize the girls passing by downstairs.
17 years old: Met a few girls, and we called each other 'brothers.' Only then did I realize that there could be genuinely pure friendship between boys and girls! Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long; my 'brothers' all married others, each 'valuing romance over friendship,' and I was lonely again!
18 years old: Third year of high school, a dark year. For the sake of my future, I had to be ruthless. Except for my mom, I treated all the girls in the world as pigs so I could focus on studying. But not long after, I noticed that my deskmate's pencil case had a pair of little pigs hanging on it, called 'Kissing Pigs'?! Kissing each other all day long, kiss~~ ah kiss~~~~ One noon, the only day I didn't take a nap in senior year, I ran to the classroom and pried off the magnets from the mouths of those two pigs...
Is there this person?
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Stand properly, stand properly, now is the moment to witness a miracle. Let's start: feet shoulder-width apart, right hand tightly holding your phone, raised above your head. Now, open your throat and loudly recite: Grant me a girl, I am a bachelor.
Stand properly, stand properly, now is the moment to witness a miracle. Let's start: feet shoulder-width apart, right hand tightly holding your phone, raised above your head. Now, open your throat and loudly recite: Grant me a girl, I am a bachelor.
I made up my mind ruthlessly, gritted my teeth, and decided to go against my conscience and upvote the original poster's post. After making the decision, a deep sense of guilt struck my upright heart intensely. In an instant, tears streamed down my face, my heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives, realizing that in the long journey of life ahead, I will undergo long-term soul struggles, mental suffering, and even psychological torment because of this dishonorable upvote. I couldn't help but shout angrily at my phone: Original poster, you jerk, post less of this rubbish in the future, defeat the little Japanese! Screw Mobile! Support 7723! Upvote!
Stand properly, stand properly, now is the moment to witness a miracle. Start immediately: feet shoulder-width apart, right hand holding your phone tightly, raise it above your head. Now, open your throat and loudly chant: Grant me a B, I want to self-confess! As a result, the poster became awesome.
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