C1 First Kiss

Title: Exquisite Rascal

Pen Name: Second Generation Rogue

Introduction:

I am a hoodlum, but I am a hoodlum with good taste. I am a hoodlum who does not lose his righteousness, dashing forward in black and white, killing evil people to pick up beauties, what is righteousness, I am righteousness!

The sun did not stop at noon, all nations seemed to be in a great furnace.

The sky was clear, there was not a cloud in the sky, the sun was scorching the ground, and a southerly wind was blowing, sending up a heat wave that was stifling.

On the street, people were in the blazing sun. The burning sun seemed to want to burn the whole land into a pile of scorched earth, as if it wanted to evaporate the good mood of the people.

This should be the weather of staying home and blowing cold air, drinking cold tea and cola, while some people had to walk under the scorching sun in order to earn a living. "A young man in a suit, carrying a briefcase, walked by. Sweat could be seen on his back through the suit. He must be an elite of a certain company. It was not easy to maintain the company's image.

However, in the summer, the young and pretty girls on the street became the most beautiful scenery. The fiery figure under the navel-revealing miniskirt was completely exposed, and the pink shoulders, the small waist, and the white thighs made one unable to stop from daydreaming. Furthermore, the fact that he had left intentionally or not caused all of the dao friends to spurt out blood from their noses.

There were also those career women who were translucent or had black silk stockings and pants. The temptation of maturity was to kill those virgin boys.

Linshui Street was an old street in City S. Along the way, the dilapidated street lights and old shops were out of tune with the civilized style of this city. At this moment, the street was crowded with people, including some high school students who had skipped classes. Because it was close to the school, restaurants, hotels, internet cafes, KTV and other recreational areas were everywhere on Lishui Street. And most of the guests here were students as well.

It was noon, and the sun was shining heavily. When it was almost time for the students to leave school, the shops on Water Street started to get busy.

There was a high school in the middle of Water Street. The gate to the school was closed. The atmosphere in the campus was a little strange. It was clearly a summer with burning fires and overgrown trees, but the ground was littered with fallen leaves. The walls were rusty barbed wire, and the gray tone of the building was lifeless. The corridor of the school building was empty. Spider lazily lay by the electric bell, pretending to be dead.

In the small woods behind the school, a naked girl was being chased away by two boys, one in front of the other, and the sparrows in the trees were being blown away by groans and gasps. At the top of the building, in the most secluded classroom, two students were dueling in a ring of desks; in a luxurious office building, in a spacious office, the headmaster was dipping his talons into the clothes of an intern teacher who had just arrived …

This high school was called Qinghe Experimental High School. It was one of the top schools in City S. It had a good promotion rate and a high crime rate. The school threshold was very high. Students who came here were either talented or rich. There were rich second generation popinjays and young mistresses, as well as poor second generation poor kids and poor girls. The students here either had no skills or were highly skilled!

In the classroom of the third year of high school, the form teacher, Teacher Huang, was talking enthusiastically. His voice was also loud and clear, completely covering the sound of the fan turning. The students in the first few rows of the classroom were dressed neatly and sat upright. They were all listening attentively to the lecture with expressions of concentration. Sitting in the first row was a short, dark skinned, ugly girl. At this moment, she also looked very cute. It made people think of something: A serious person is the most adorable!

The students in the last few rows of the classroom displayed great creativity on the white shirts and black ties of their school uniforms to highlight their personality. At this moment, all of these students were busy doing whatever they wanted. Some were sleeping soundly, while others were sweating profusely; some were stealing with their heads lowered; some were looking at the time in boredom; some were putting on makeup in the mirror; some were whispering their love and kissing behind their books; a boy had reached his hand into the underpants of a girl at the same table …

My name is Xu Zun, 19 years old this year, other than a pair of long and narrow eyes that can be considered as special, I think I have average looks. But one day when I was walking on the street, I was stopped by some beautiful girls calling me handsome, and I said I wasn't handsome, but I got a beating and said I was dishonest. I'm not much of a good person, it's just that I played basketball well and accidentally got first place in the class. And because he occasionally fought a small fight to get a nickname of 'Solo Wang', he was appointed by the class teacher as the class monitor. They used violence to intimidate the second generation members of the class.

I sat in the two watershed in front and back of the classroom, most of the buttons on the front of my white shirt undone, my firm chest partially visible, my tie loose around my neck. He seemed a bit arrogant and boastful. The teacher was in the middle of the class, drooling. I accepted all of them without sprinkling a single drop. From time to time, I would take notes. That's right, I am one of the unusual people in this school. I don't belong to the second generation, nor do I belong to the second generation of the poor. It wasn't like a bad student who was unskilled, nor was it like a good student who was strict and upright. I'm very popular in the second generation of rich and poor families. The phrase 'one can rule the country with culture, one can rule the country with martial arts and the state with martial arts and martial arts.' That means a talent like me.

It was now 11: 59, and many students were staring at the clock on the wall, counting the seconds. They may all be in a hurry to go home and eat dinner, but I'm not in a hurry at all. Because I haven't had a home since I was thirteen. My mother left with my brother, two years younger, when I was five; my father died when I was thirteen. From then on I became a homeless child, living on a pension from my father's unit. In my mind, my uncle was the only family left in the world.

"Ling"

The bell for school to be dismissed rang. Teacher Huang was also annoyed by the commotion outside the window. She packed up the textbooks and left in a hurry. Surprisingly, there was no homework left behind. The 'fuerdai' at the back of the classroom cheered, rushing out of the classroom as if they would die if they stayed any longer in the classroom.

I closed the book, rubbed my eyes, and relaxed my nerves, which had been ravaged all morning.

"Well, let me see your notes and learn from you, the number one student in the school." My tablemate Hu Shanshan packed up her books and grabbed my notebook. Hu Shanshan could also be considered an outsider in this school. She was a young miss who was born in an official family. However, her academic performance was just as outstanding as her background and looks.

Hu Shanshan looked at the handsome face of the teenager in front of her, and her heart began beating faster. The boy's narrow eyes, which were filled with wildness and wildness, seemed to want to look into her heart.

"Hehe, I've read my notes so many times already, it's not too much to give me a kiss, right?" I laughed and joked with Hu Shanshan. Hu Shanshan's snow-white face and delicate facial features were very close. Soft black hair fell down her shoulders like water, and her beautiful eyes were filled with the spring breeze. "Peach drop, red on the lips, making people want to try it out." Ban Ji continued his historical posture, and Xie Ting's Snow Song state "just like that." As I looked at Hu Shanshan's devastatingly beautiful face, a hint of gentleness appeared in my narrow and bright eyes.

Hu Shanshan blushed slightly and looked around. She realized that there was no one at the back of the classroom. Only a few students in the front row were leaning over the table to study. Suddenly, Hu Shanshan leaned over and kissed my lips. In that instant, I felt the warmth of her lips, as if an electric current had passed through them. My eyes widened in shock. Hu Shanshan's pretty face was right in front of me. Her tightly shut eyes were slightly trembling, and her long eyelashes fluttered like a brush as they brushed past my face.

Feeling the fragrance on my nose, I couldn't help but wiggle my lips and greedily kiss Hu Shanshan's cherry lips. Before he could taste it carefully, the warmth on his lips suddenly disappeared. Hu Shanshan blushed and glared at me before she ran out of the classroom.

Hu Shanshan, who was standing outside the classroom, touched her lips. She felt extremely shy, but her heart was filled with happiness as it filled her dimples. When Hu Shanshan thought of the astonishment in those long and bright eyes, she suddenly smiled triumphantly. Her blushing face was like a blossoming peach blossom.

In the classroom I thought back to the lingering gentleness on my mouth, looking at the empty door, feeling lost. I tried to recall the feeling when I kissed Hu Shanshan, but I couldn't find a single word to describe it.

"Is this what it feels like to be in love? My first kiss was taken away just like that? "Why don't I feel it …"