China DOS Union

That day, I hid a knife inside my trench coat, because I was going to kill an enemy.
I hated her very much, but I didn’t dare curse at her, so I had no choice but to choose murder.
She wasn’t tall, but she was a top student at a martial arts school. I figured I couldn’t beat her empty-handed, so I had to hide a knife.
She was very pretty, but she never even glanced at me, so I hated her very much, so I was going to murder her.
I couldn’t murder her at her school, because the kids at the martial arts school were all very good at fighting. After killing someone, I worried I wouldn’t be able to get away unscathed;
I also couldn’t murder her at her home, because she wasn’t familiar with me, so she definitely wouldn’t open the door for me;
I couldn’t murder her in the daytime. If people saw me, the Public Security Bureau would arrest me and have me shot.
So, at night, I braved the bitter cold and lay in ambush on the road she took home.
To work up my courage, I drank a whole bottle of erguotou (the two-liang size).
But I’m not very good at drinking baijiu. After lying in ambush for a while, I fell asleep, and when I woke up the next day I had caught a cold.
Now I’m in the hospital on an IV drip, but I definitely won’t give up.
The doctor said I had to stay two more days before I could be discharged, so I had to wait two more days before continuing my plan.
“Huh, nurse! Where’s that knife from inside my trench coat?”
“Oh, I borrowed it.”
“What for?”
“To peel apples~ ”
A young nurse is just a little nurse.
Her face was very fair, maybe the white coat set it off; her eyes were very big, maybe the big glasses set them off.
The little nurse wasn’t as pretty as my enemy, but she still counted as a beauty.
But even if she was a beauty, how could she take the knife I was going to use for killing and use it to peel apples?
So I got a little angry and said, “How can you use that knife to peel apples?”
The little nurse stared at me with wide eyes and said, “But this is an apple knife to begin with.”
I went from a little angry to very angry, and said, “No no, anyway, I use it for something else!”
The little nurse picked up my knife and looked it over carefully. She said, “How come I can’t tell what else it could be used for? Could it be for killing people?”
I was shocked. My criminal plan had actually been seen through by a little nurse. This was trouble...
No, I had to kill her first to silence her!
So I hurriedly got up, wanting to snatch the knife back from her hand, but she shoved me back onto the bed: “Don’t move! Your IV isn’t finished yet!”
I asked how much longer. The little nurse said another hour.
Fine, killing her to silence her after an hour won’t be too late.
Sigh... not only good things take time, bad things do too...
To pass the time, I had no choice but to chat with this “living witness” for a while first: “Can you give me my knife back?”
The little nurse said I looked silly and then said hehe.
After saying hehe, she asked again, “Who are you planning to kill with it?” Then she said hehe again.
I figured she’d be dead in an hour anyway, so there was no harm in telling her.
I said, “The one I want to kill is my enemy.”
The little nurse went hehe hehe and said, “Did she offend you?”
I said, “Of course she offended me! She... she’s very pretty, but she won’t even look at me!”
The little nurse’s hehe turned into haha, and she said, “That’s not enough reason to kill somebody, is it?”
I said I had nothing to say to you, and I also said hmph.
Being sick seems to make people sleepy easily. I fell asleep before the IV was done.
When I woke up, the little nurse was already gone.
The one in a white coat in the room was another nurse. She had wrinkles on her face, so she was no little nurse.
Her skin wasn’t fair and her eyes weren’t big, so I didn’t want to kill her. Besides, the knife was gone.
I guessed the little nurse had taken it off to play with.
I liked to guess that because I was worried she had gone to report me.
Of course, that possibility couldn’t be ruled out.
The little nurse must be on her way to the Public Security Bureau right now, and this “not little” nurse must have been sent to keep watch on me.
I started planning to escape this hospital and kill the little nurse before she could turn me in.
I said I wanted some water, and the not-little nurse went to pour some.
I sprang up, rushed to the window, climbed onto the sill... unfortunately, I had forgotten my ward was on the seventh floor...
So I could only slink back to bed and think of another plan.
When I climbed to the window, I was wearing only a pair of red briefs, and the wind saw my bare body and came rushing in.
By the time I got back under the covers, I was sneezing nonstop.
The not-little nurse was afraid I’d pass my cold to her, so she quickly put on a mask. Later she still didn’t feel safe, so she left.
I thought this was a good opportunity.
Having learned from my first failed escape, I first put on the clothes hanging on the rack, then rushed out the door and ran like mad.
After running around several corners, I still hadn’t found where the exit was, but I unexpectedly ran into the little nurse.
She stared at me with wide eyes and said, “The toilet is at the corner ahead.”
I panted, “Wh-who’s going to the toilet? I’m looking for you!!!”
The little nurse froze.
I said, “Give me back my knife!”
The little nurse hehe’d, then said, “You’re really funny.”
I looked left and right, saw nobody around, and let a murderous look show on my face.
I thought... strangling this little nurse to death shouldn’t be a problem, right?
I made a move as if about to pounce, but the little nurse pulled that knife out of her pocket.
After hesitating a bit, I had to refrain from making any reckless moves for the moment—she had a weapon in her hand.
The little nurse asked, “This one?”
I answered, “Yes, yes, give it back to me!”
She seemed to have taken an interest in my knife, because she actually asked, “Can you give it to me?”
I had no choice and said gloomily, “The knife’s in your hand. Whatever you say goes.”
Then the little nurse escorted me back to the ward.
I say “escorted back” because she was gripping the murder weapon tightly in her hand.
Sitting on the hospital bed, I stared at the little nurse without letting up, trying to figure out how to get rid of this living witness.
The little nurse sneaked a glance at me and said, “What are you looking at? So annoying!”
I knew she found me annoying, because I was a would-be murderer, and I was also going to kill her to silence her.
Of course, she didn’t know that was my intention, and I couldn’t let her know. I had to take her by surprise and get rid of her. If you kill someone, it has to be by surprise.
The little nurse looked at the card by the bedhead and read my name. Not to be outdone, I looked at the badge on her chest and read her name.
The little nurse hmph’d, then made a face at me.
The face the little nurse made wasn’t scary at all. It was actually very cute, so again I felt the impulse to kill her.
For the next two days, we were together from morning to night.
She gave me many opportunities, but unfortunately I didn’t seize even one. Looks like killing people really is a field of study...
When I was handling my discharge papers, I had no choice but to ask her for a pager number. She cheerfully wrote it on a little slip of paper and handed it to me.
Fine, there would be plenty of time in the future. She would definitely die by my hand, I thought.
At noon on the second day after I was discharged, I lay in wait under the big tree by the hospital gate for her to appear.
Because a pager number alone was far from enough.
I also had to figure out the route she took home.
I hid behind that tree for ten minutes. I didn’t spot the little nurse, but she spotted me first.
She came up behind me, patted my shoulder, and asked, “What are you doing?”
At the time I didn’t know it was her. Actually, even if it really hadn’t been her, I still couldn’t have told the truth. It was just an awful conditioned reflex.
When someone suddenly asked me, I answered: “I’m going to follow a pretty little nurse with glasses...”
Of course I regretted it as soon as I said it. So I turned around and saw that the person I wanted to follow was standing right behind me smiling.
Her smile was very pretty, but it had to be the kind of smile that was making fun of me. So even though she was smiling at me, I didn’t appreciate it one bit. I still wanted to kill her.
Although I was determined to kill her, when this little scheme of mine to stalk her got exposed, I still felt very embarrassed.
Because I was embarrassed, my face turned red, and when my face turns red I can never say anything.
The little nurse hugged a folder to her chest and pretended to look around. Every now and then she glanced at me and then snickered.
After laughing she said, “There is a little nurse with glasses, but she’s not pretty.”
My face was burning. This was awful. There was probably no murderer in the world more shy than me...
“Why are you following her?” The little nurse was obviously interrogating me.
Hmph! I had to show national spirit and refuse to confess even in death!
I said I wouldn’t say, I just wouldn’t say. She said go on, say it, don’t be shy. I said I still wouldn’t say, no matter how you asked, in short I just wouldn’t say.
She bobbed back and forth like a roly-poly, opened her mouth wide as if laughing hard, then said again, “You’re really funny.”
I didn’t quite understand what she meant. Maybe she was insulting me in a roundabout way. Even if she wasn’t, I still couldn’t let her off.
The little nurse suddenly said to me, “My home is the red brick building a hundred meters ahead. Want to come drink some tea?”
This was really unbelievable. This little nurse whom I was plotting to kill to silence was asking whether I wanted to go to her house for tea?
There had to be a conspiracy here... ah! Right, she wanted to put rat poison in the tea and poison me to death!
This was called striking first, just as they say, “If she’s not ruthless she’s no woman, if she’s not poisonous she’s no wife”!!!
Once I thought that through, I felt a bit uneasy.
The little nurse coaxed and urged me: “It’s fine. My family won’t be back at noon. Come on.”
Rubbish. If they were coming back, would you still be able to murder a promising young man like me? Thinking that, I still let her lead me into her home.
It was a big house. Only rich people lived in houses like this. I had to get a clear look at the way in, otherwise I might get trapped here and not be able to find the exit.
Sure enough, no one was home in the little nurse’s house. I thought I should get rid of her before she poisoned me, but I had forgotten to bring the murder weapon.
I thought I had enough strength to strangle this little girl, but not in the living room. The most suitable places for murder should be the bathroom and the bedroom.
Thinking that, I said, “I want to go to your bedroom. Are you coming?”
The little nurse said, “Huh? Are you trying to get funny ideas about me?”
Heavens! She could actually see through my thoughts!?
Startled, I stammered, “N-n-n-no, I-I-I-I’m not, y-y-you’re talking nonsense...”
The little nurse tilted her head and walked up to me. There was a half-smile on her face, and she stared at me so hard I kept wiping sweat, not understanding what she was going to do.
Then I heard her say, “Sometimes I really think you’re very strange. Are you naturally this funny? Or are you deliberately acting this way because you want to hit on me?”
I didn’t understand that at all. Calling me “funny” was one thing, but how could she think I “wanted to hit on her” and was “deliberately acting”???
Seeing me standing there in a daze without saying a word, she frowned hard (though even when she frowned hard, she didn’t look angry at all).
In an “angry” tone she said, “Come on, say it, say it, I know what you’re thinking!”
I was done for. This little nurse was too terrifying!
I had no choice but to honestly tell her: “You know I have a motive for killing, so I want to kill you to silence you...”
The little nurse stared blankly at me for a long while, then suddenly burst out laughing, “haha,” laughing so hard she could barely stand and grabbing my left shoulder with one hand.
She must have been laughing at me, saying I didn’t know my own limits...
Maybe she also came from a martial arts school. Maybe she could fight even better than my enemy. Otherwise, why would she laugh so happily when she knew I wanted to kill her?
Given that, I had no choice but to give up the plan of committing the crime.
What was I supposed to do next? My mind was completely blank...
The little nurse kept laughing. I knew she didn’t take my threat seriously at all.
Since that was the case, all I could do was stand there in a daze and see what she could do to me! Anyway, I hadn’t brought a weapon. She couldn’t lay hands on an unarmed man like me.
At long last the little nurse finished laughing and took my hand: “All right, I’ll take you to see my bedroom.”
Her hand was soft. It didn’t feel like the hand of someone trained in martial arts. Looking at her build too, she seemed light and delicate... so maybe... perhaps... I had worried too much...
The little nurse’s bedroom was like a kindergarten child’s room, full of fluffy dogs and bears and things. Even if you smashed someone over the head with one of those, nothing would happen.
The little nurse said with a grin, “Sit wherever.”
There was only one chair here, and it was already occupied by a furry bear. The only place left to sit was that gaudy bed.
I carefully felt around on it. The little nurse asked what was wrong. I said I was checking whether there were any hidden mechanisms. The little nurse burst out laughing again.
I thought she must be the kind of girl who was born loving to laugh. Still, I had to confirm the earlier guess I had.
I asked, “C-can you tell me why you aren’t afraid of me?”
The little nurse said, “Afraid of you??? What’s so scary about you?”
That really hurt my self-respect a bit. If it was true, then I really was an unqualified murderer.
Of course, I still had to keep the topic going, so I asked again, “I said I was going to kill you to silence you?”
The little nurse barely suppressed her laughter and said, “So coming into my bedroom was all because of this?”
I nodded hard and, with a stiff face, said, “Are you afraid now?”
The little nurse shoved me and said, “Oh, come on!”
Then she made a baffling suggestion: “Let’s go. I’m hungry. Buy me a meal!”
I asked in surprise, “Why?”
The little nurse answered, “I’m too lazy to cook, and even if I did, you might not like it. After all, we’re only just starting.”
What did “just starting” mean? Starting what? I was confused...
Somehow or other, we ended up on the street, found a restaurant, and started ordering dishes.
The little nurse seemed to have a big appetite and kept ordering.
As for me, I was full of anxiety, because I only had sixteen yuan and fifty cents in my pocket...
Maybe the little nurse knew I had no money and wanted to trap me in this restaurant washing dishes...
I couldn’t fall for her trick, so I shamelessly asked her, “Did you bring money?”
“What for!” The little nurse shot me a look. “You said you were treating me!”
I took all the crumpled bills from my pocket and piled them on the table, saying pitifully, “This is all I have left...”
The little nurse stared at me with her mouth open and muttered, “Y-you can’t be serious...”
Then she opened her handbag and took something out, saying, “How can a guy go out without bringing money?”
She stuffed two large bills into my hand and said, “I’ll lend you two hundred yuan first. Anyway, the first time we eat together, you have to treat me.”
I scratched my head. This was really embarrassing. It looked like I was definitely going to owe this favor.
Maybe the little nurse had calculated that I wouldn’t kill someone I owed a favor to. This girl really wasn’t simple!
Forget it. I was hungry anyway. Better fill my stomach first and make plans afterward.
That meal cost eighty yuan, enough for a week’s worth of my fast-food expenses. I wanted to return the remaining hundred and twenty yuan to her, but she wouldn’t take it.
She said, “If you repay it, repay it all together. It’s not like I’m a mortgage.”
No help for it. I could only trail after her dejectedly. Who told me to owe her money?
The little nurse asked, “Oh right, what kind of work do you do?”
I answered truthfully, “I haven’t found a job yet. I just wander around the streets all day.”
The little nurse jumped up, grabbed my arm, and cheered, “Great! I was worried you might not be free this afternoon!”
I asked, “For what?”
The little nurse moved her face very close and said, “I’m off this afternoon. Will you wander around with me? Hehe~ ”
I thought my head had turned into two. How had trying to kill someone ended up like this? It was really impossible to understand...
(And she wasn’t even the main target.) After that, we wandered around all afternoon.
The little nurse deliberately chose big department stores and bought a lot of teddy bears and kitty things, making me carry them all.
At the end, she even insisted that I buy her something as a gift. I bought her a fifty-cent pack of chewing gum, and she still wasn’t happy.
In the end I was forced to buy a jingling bracelet—exactly 136 yuan, which completely emptied out what I had left on me...
The little nurse seemed kind of silly, so she probably wouldn’t affect my plan much. That meant I could just put the matter of “silencing the witness” aside.

Because of a moment’s carelessness two days ago, my enemy got to live several days longer. Really infuriating.
But afterward I still couldn’t find that weapon. I don’t know whether the little nurse stole it.
Not a single cent in my pocket... this was a real headache... no choice, before becoming a murderer I had to do a robbery first.
To be safe, I chose schoolchildren as my targets. They had money and were vulnerable.
Other than being a bit shameless, there shouldn’t be any other difficulty.
No sooner had the idea appeared than some little brat with a big schoolbag ran past me.
The opportunity came just like that. I rubbed my hands and pounced.
But then I heard a woman scream. I was just wondering what was going on when something hit my back... then I think I passed out...
When I woke up, I was in the hospital again.
Sitting beside me was a pretty girl. I took a careful look and, heavens! It was actually my enemy!!!
When the pretty enemy saw me wake up, she spoke to me: “Awake~ How do you feel?”
I was already dumbfounded and stammered: “You say... however I am... anyway, now that I’ve fallen into your hands... just count me...”
The pretty enemy froze for a moment and muttered softly, “Could his head have gotten damaged...”
Then she called out: “Kid, your lifesaver is awake. Hurry over and say thanks.”
There was now another child in the ward, exactly the one I had just tried to rob.
Under my pretty enemy’s explanation, I finally learned that I had become a “hero” who had “saved someone by sacrificing himself”...
At the time, that little brat had dashed across the road, and a motorcycle couldn’t brake in time. Just as it was about to hit him, I pounced, got hit, but didn’t die...
I failed at being a robber and became a “hero” first... obviously heaven was against me... otherwise it wouldn’t be such a coincidence that the child was my pretty enemy’s younger brother.
After taking X-rays, the doctor said I was fine and didn’t need hospitalization. The pretty enemy asked, “He even passed out, how can you still say he’s fine?”
That damned doctor actually said, “Maybe he fainted from fright”... damn, what a loss of face...
So the pretty enemy was happy: “Since you’re fine, then I really have to thank you properly first. Come on, I’m treating you to a meal!”
“Eating again!!!” I turned pale with fright. “Y-you’re paying, right...”
The pretty enemy smiled at me: “No problem, let’s go.”
After changing my clothes, I followed the pretty enemy out.
At the ward door, the doctor waved at me: “Come again when you have time~”
At the hospital entrance, I ran into the little nurse...
The moment the little nurse saw me, she beamed with delight and shouted almost like cheering: “Ah! You’ve been hospitalized again!” As if she wished I’d stay in the hospital every day...
I had no idea how to answer, and then the little nurse cried out again: “Ah! Who is she?”
The little nurse was asking about my pretty enemy. Only then did I realize I still didn’t know this enemy’s name.
I hemmed and hawed. The smile disappeared from the little nurse’s face, and she pouted.
I scratched my dandruff all over the place.
The pretty enemy looked at me, then at the little nurse, and said to the little nurse with a smile:
“Don’t misunderstand, he saved my little brother’s life. I came to thank him.”
“Oh?”
“We were just about to go eat. Come along too!”
The little nurse agreed without hesitation: “Wait here, I’ll go ask for leave!”...
Honestly, had I offended Tai Sui this year or what? The two people who gave me the biggest headaches had ended up together, and I was stuck in the middle.........
The restaurant the pretty enemy chose was more upscale than the one the little nurse had taken me to last time.
So the little nurse secretly said to me, “Don’t tell me you didn’t bring money again.”
I said, “I just didn’t bring any.” I thought she was asking me to repay my debt. Anyway, I had no money, only my life.
“Y-y-you... sigh...” The little nurse started reaching into her handbag again.
I quickly grabbed her hand to stop her: “No rush, didn’t she say she was treating!”—I absolutely couldn’t let this debt get upgraded.
The little nurse stomped her foot hard, but I kept holding her hand and wouldn’t let go.
Seeing she had no way out, the little nurse changed the subject: “Who exactly is this woman?”
I said mysteriously to the little nurse, “She’s the one I want to kill!”
“Ah!!! She’s your...” The little nurse let out such a huge “ah” that it nearly made me lose my breath.
“Shh~~~~ my god, can’t you be quieter...”
The little nurse hung those big eyes and thought for a bit, and suddenly an unhappy expression appeared on her face again.
She said, “You bastard! Why do you want to kill every pretty girl?”
I defended myself: “She’s my enemy?!”
The little nurse asked, “Then what am I?”
“You?” I froze. “What about you?”
The little nurse said, “Didn’t you say yesterday that you wanted to kill me too? Then what am I?”
I answered, “You’re a living witness...”
The little nurse asked again, “What’s a living witness?”
I answered again, “The past tense of ‘silence the witness’ in ‘kill to silence the witness’!”
The little nurse stared blankly at me, then burst out laughing. After laughing, she suddenly put on a stern face and gave a hard “hmph.”
She said, “So she’s the leading role? ...No, no!!! This is making me mad!!!”
Just then, the pretty enemy suddenly appeared, blushing, and softly asked, “Could we go inside and talk while we eat?”
I looked around and realized that at some point more than a dozen people had gathered listening to our conversation. The pretty enemy and her little brother were clearly two of them...
The meal was very uncomfortable. Both women had red faces and said nothing. Only the pretty enemy’s little brother kept chattering away nonstop off to the side.
That kid mocked me one moment with “Haha, fainted from fright,” and the next pressed me with “Do you really have a grudge against my sister?”
At the end he even reminded me: “My sister is really tough. You definitely can’t beat her.”
The pretty enemy’s face got redder and redder, and she kept signaling that kid with her eyes, but was too embarrassed to say anything.
The little nurse held in her laughter until at last she couldn’t anymore and sprayed rice all over my face...
After the meal, the pretty enemy copied a cell phone number for me. Without saying a word, she ran off blushing.
I panicked, thinking she hadn’t paid yet. The little nurse grabbed me and wouldn’t let me chase after her. Luckily the waiter later said it had already been paid.
After leaving the restaurant, the little nurse kept an eye on me the whole day. She still seemed worried I would go back to plotting the murder of my pretty enemy.
Actually, I had basically given up that idea.
The pretty enemy was a very shy girl, which was why before she wouldn’t even look at me. Since that was the case, treating her as an enemy was purely a misunderstanding.
As for this so-called “living witness” by my side, I was afraid that didn’t really hold up anymore either. The only headache was... I owed her money.
After that, I had these two girls around me, and after a while I discovered I was buried in debt. To pay it all back, I had to find a job.
So I applied and became a middle school teacher.
The rough situation when I applied that day was like this: after I got the application form, I first went to take a piss. I was halfway through when a fat old man came rushing in, squeezed up next to me, and started pissing loudly, but in the process he knocked the rolled-up form I had tucked under my armpit into the urinal trough.
With all that splashing, the form turned a dark yellow.
If I took a dark yellow form to apply, I’d definitely be yellow! So I grabbed the fat old man and demanded compensation.
The fat old man said he had an urgent meeting. I said I didn’t care—if you didn’t compensate me, I wasn’t letting you go.
In the end, the fat old man pulled out pen and paper, scribbled a few words in a hurry, stuffed it into my hand, and said angrily: “Take this! More useful than the form!”
I couldn’t make out what was written on the paper, but relying on just that note, I got the job as a middle school teacher.
The school leadership, including the principal, all treated me with great courtesy. Later I found out that fat old man I had pissed beside was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Education.
The school must have thought I was some relative of his.
Very quickly I got my assignment and became the moral education teacher for a high school liberal arts class.
I told the little nurse about this, and she laughed out loud and insisted she wouldn’t believe it if you beat her to death;
I told the pretty enemy too, and she also laughed out loud, but she didn’t say she wouldn’t believe it even if beaten to death.
Whether the two of them believed it or not, the next day I reported to school on time, because the only way I could repay the money I owed them was through this.
Before, I had only been a student, never a teacher, so I was a little impatient. Before the class bell even rang, I ran into the classroom.
Inside it was noisy and lively. It felt very familiar and made me remember the wonderful old days of tugging girls’ braids years ago.
Too bad today’s girl students don’t wear braids anymore, otherwise I definitely still wouldn’t be able to suppress the urge to tug them.
I wandered around the classroom for a bit, then went over to a circle of little boys and watched them play cards.
Later, somehow, I joined in too. These students were really crafty. After only a few rounds, I had already lost eighty cents...
As everyone knows, I didn’t have a single cent on me.
Just as I was thinking of slipping away, the class bell rang, and the two boys who had won my money grabbed me and wouldn’t let go: “Pay up, pay up, the teacher’s coming soon.”
I broke free from them and ran for it: “Next time. I didn’t bring it today.”
Those boys couldn’t outrun me, and besides class had started so they didn’t dare chase me out to collect the debt. They could only curse loudly behind me.
That made me feel pleased for quite a while, thinking I had gotten a huge bargain.
Later I found out things weren’t that simple. I still had to go back...
Because I was the moral education teacher for this class, and this was my period...
Really rotten luck. Before I even taught a class, I already owed students money...
No choice, I could only brace myself and walk back into the classroom.
At the door I secretly poked my head in and saw more than forty pairs of eyes all glancing toward me, naturally including the two pairs that had won my money...
Startled, I pulled my head back again, and an embarrassing burst of laughter came from the classroom.
Sigh... for the sake of my end-of-month salary, even dragon pools and tiger dens had to be entered! So I steeled myself and strode up to the podium.
Maybe because of my imposing presence, the students all immediately went blank, and the whole classroom became as quiet as a morgue.
Haha, so this is the joy of being a teacher, I thought smugly. But very soon I found myself in an awkward situation again.
What was I supposed to say? I remembered that when I was a student, teachers were always glib and eloquent, but I never remembered a thing they said...
More than forty students and I stared at each other for a long time, and I still couldn’t think of anything to say.
Chatter began under the podium. One female student finally couldn’t hold back and stood up to ask me: “Excuse me... are you... are you a teacher?”
Someone had opened the conversational floodgate; this couldn’t be better. I quickly replied: “Nonsense. If I’m not a teacher, why would I be here?”
Then I started becoming a bit glib myself: “All right everyone, listen up. I’m your moral education teacher. It’s a little chilly today. Anyone who didn’t wear enough clothes, hurry home and put more on!”
The class livened up. The girls started staring at me with lovestruck eyes, while the two boys who had won my money were already scared out of their wits, trembling in their seats.
Although my rank was now one level above theirs, I wasn’t a scoundrel after all, so I pointed at those two boys and asked their names.
Then I said to them very sincerely: “I lost you eighty cents in cards just now. Once I get paid, I’ll definitely return it!”
The two little boys blushed. One of them said, “Teacher, sorry, we won’t play cards anymore... gambling is bad...”
I didn’t think there was anything wrong with playing cards. I said, “Everyone’s gambling on luck and competing in intelligence. How come I can’t see what’s bad about it?”
The little boy blushed even more and stammered, “Teacher, I know I was wrong...”
The students seemed determined to put me, their teacher, in a respected position, so I didn’t argue further.
I asked what topics they all liked to talk about. Nobody answered. So I talked about the topics I liked.
I told them that when I was in school, I really liked tugging girls’ braids, and I even discussed with them how to tug them in the most fun way.
I also told them about how I chased girls in high school...
By the end of the class, the students all said, “Teacher, we love you to death!”
When school let out, a big group of girls fought to treat me to ice cream. I refused nobody and polished off a whole dozen in one go.
As a result, after I got home my stomach went bad. I was vomiting and having diarrhea, miserable beyond words...
So being a teacher really wasn’t an easy job.
The little nurse called, and when she heard I was sick, she was delighted beyond belief, shouting: “Great, great!! Hurry and come be hospitalized!!!”
In a blur, half a month passed. As far as I was concerned, being a teacher was still a pretty easy job.
At most, every day I spent one or two forty-five-minute periods chatting nonsense with a big bunch of students.
Although I never brought a textbook, because the students responded well, the school leadership still “appreciated” me very much.
They even said, “So people sent down from above really are extraordinary!” No doubt that should be credited to that fat guy I had pissed beside.
This day, with nothing better to do, I was gathered with a few boys from the class playing cards when the little nurse came to see me.
The little nurse grabbed a student and questioned him: “Is this guy really your teacher?” She still refused to believe I had become a teacher.
The student’s answer made me very proud. He said, “He’s our best teacher!”
The little nurse still wasn’t quite ready to give up and continued pressing: “Did he force you to say that?”
I was afraid she’d scare the students, so I grabbed her and ran outside. Behind us the students whispered, “Teacher’s girlfriend is so fun.”
Although she had confirmed I wasn’t lying, the little nurse still seemed worried about one thing: “You’re not going to relapse into your old problem, are you?”
“What old problem?”
“For example, I see there are a few little girls in this class who are pretty cute. You’re not going to want to murder them, are you?”
“They’re neither my enemies nor living witnesses. Why would I kill them?”
While we were talking, we reached the school gate. The little nurse suddenly asked again: “Does your pretty enemy come to see you often?”
I quickly shook my head: “Not at all. Why would she come see me?”
“Then who’s that ahead?”
I looked in the direction of her finger. The pretty enemy was walking this way.
Before, she had never even looked straight at me, making me so mad I wanted to kill, and now she was coming to school to see me. What a turn of fate!
In my excitement I waved and shouted, only to be slammed hard in the ribs by the little nurse. I couldn’t catch my breath for a long while.
Hearing my voice, the pretty enemy came running over excitedly.
Before she could speak, the little nurse demanded in a pressing tone: “What are you here to see him for?”
The pretty enemy froze and looked embarrassed, then her face turned red: “What? I... I just happened to be passing by.”
Then she glanced at me and said, “Y-you really became a teacher?”
The little nurse muttered “playing dumb” at the side. I ignored her and hurriedly answered: “Of course, of course. In another half month I’ll get my salary.”
I had to let both of them know that, otherwise I might have to go rob students’ lunchboxes for lunch again today.
Though come to think of it, the students were actually very happy to let me rob their lunchboxes, especially those few girl students.
Just as we were talking, they came, each holding a lunchbox and looking around.
“Strange, isn’t Teacher hungry today?”
“I heard Teacher’s girlfriend came to see him.”
“Teacher has a girlfriend?”
“That’s what those smelly boys said.”
“Wuuu~~~ ”
That noon the little nurse treated us, so my debt didn’t get upgraded. We ate at the fast-food shop by the school gate.
Those girl students hid in a corner of the restaurant whispering among themselves, casting unwilling glances at the little nurse and the pretty enemy.
The little nurse thought she was my girlfriend. I couldn’t object, because I owed her quite a lot of money.
The pretty enemy’s attitude was less clear. She never said much, but seemed to like calling my house, and I often happened to run into her too.
Since the students thought both of them were my girlfriends, then for the time being let it be so. At least up to now I hadn’t suffered any loss from it.
I told them I had no classes that afternoon, and the pretty enemy said, “Then... why don’t you both come to my house and hang out?”
The little nurse panicked: “I have duty this afternoon, I can’t go, and you’re not allowed to go either!”
I mumbled that we’d see, maybe I wouldn’t go... Later the little nurse’s cell phone rang, and she hurried off. Before leaving she reminded me, “You absolutely must not go.”
Actually I really wanted to go. The pretty enemy was still very mysterious in my mind, and I very much wanted to know more about her. So as soon as the little nurse left, I said I wanted to go.
The pretty enemy smiled at me. I liked her smile very much, and it strengthened my determination to go to her house.
At that moment a female student suddenly appeared beside me and whispered, “Teacher, you have to keep a hold on yourself~”
I didn’t understand, so I whispered back, “What does ‘keep a hold on yourself’ mean?”
The female student said mysteriously, “This woman definitely has bad intentions toward you. Be careful not to lose your virginity.”
I was shocked and asked loudly, “Is that the kind of thing a high school girl should say???”
My voice was so loud that the girl students all scattered and disappeared in a flash. Then all that was left around me were the shy eyes of the pretty enemy staring at me...
I started to suspect that maybe I couldn’t completely ignore what the girl student had said. Then again, losing my virginity didn’t seem like such a big deal.
Thinking that, I very comfortably followed the pretty enemy on the road to her house.
“We’ve known each other for more than half a month, right?” The pretty enemy asked a pointless question.
“Yes, we met more than half a month ago.” My answer was just as pointless.
“But it seems like you knew me long before that?” The pretty enemy seemed determined to make full use of this walk to interrogate me.
“A long time... not really a long time...” I truly didn’t know how to answer that question.
“Actually, I’ve always wanted to understand... that ‘murder’ and so on that you and the little nurse talked about... what did it mean...”
Ah! She really was interrogating me...
“I... at that time...” I scratched my head. This really wasn’t easy to explain. Forget it, I’d be direct. “At that time I wanted to murder you!”
I had thought the pretty enemy would definitely fly into a rage, but unexpectedly she blushed, pouted slightly, and her eyes darted around.
I was a little scared, not knowing how she would deal with me...
On the road to the pretty enemy’s house, I confessed my criminal intention from half a month ago. All that remained was to leave it to fate.
“Can you tell me the reason?” The pretty enemy’s tone was strange, but I was sure it wasn’t a kind of questioning.
Since it wasn’t questioning, answering became much easier. I was very frank: “Because you’re beautiful, but you wouldn’t even look at me.”
The pretty enemy stopped speaking. The whole way she kept smiling to herself, and I could only follow behind her obediently, not daring to say a single peep.
While we were walking, suddenly a robber rushed up and shouted at us: “I’m robbing your money!”
I shrugged. “I don’t have any money on me. Try robbing her.”
Although I had known for a long time that the pretty enemy could fight, I had never seen it. I thought this was just the perfect chance.
The pretty enemy didn’t seem to have the urge to teach him a lesson. She only asked, “How much do you want?”
“F-fifty yuan!” The robber really had quite an appetite. Still, to openly rob in broad daylight took some courage.
The pretty enemy opened her handbag and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill. She said, “I don’t have change. Can you make change?”
The robber rudely took the money and walked off, saying, “Then just count it as being robbed by me twice. I’m off.”
After the robber had gone far away, I asked the pretty enemy, “Why didn’t you show him a move or two and scare him off?”
“I was scared,” said the pretty enemy. So she was actually this timid. Then she added, “Besides, people would laugh if I fought a man in the street.”
I began to suspect that I had been mistaken before. Maybe the pretty enemy didn’t really know martial arts. But I still couldn’t be sure.
Thinking that, I very much wanted to verify it. Of course the street wasn’t suitable. I’d wait until we got to her house.
“Do you know kung fu?” As soon as we got to her house, I couldn’t suppress my curiosity.
“Yes. My father runs a martial arts school. I’ve been learning for a long time,” the pretty enemy nodded.
“I don’t really believe it,” I said.
“Hehe, then do you want to try? Nobody’s home anyway.” The pretty enemy said it jokingly, but I really did want to try.
Though I was a bit worried, I tried. The moment I did, I regretted it. I had just made a move when she hooked my leg and sent me sprawling so hard I was half-dead on the spot.
But I still refused to accept it. I got back up and lunged at her again. The pretty enemy kept laughing at how miserable my fall looked, and while she was laughing I pounced and knocked her onto the long sofa in her house.
The pretty enemy wasn’t big, and once I had her pinned down, she was helpless. I said, “Hehe, I won,” and she said, “Hmph, that doesn’t count.”
Her body was soft. It was the first time I had ever pinned a girl like this, and I felt very impulsive, so I freed one hand and touched her face.
The pretty enemy’s face turned red like an apple, and she said in panic, “Get up, quick, what does this look like?”
The way she looked when she was shy was so adorable that I couldn’t help kissing her on the lips.
So I actually could beat the pretty enemy. Good thing that murder plan back then never came true, otherwise who knew what things would be like now.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a door opening behind me, and then a man’s deep voice shouted, “My god, what are you doing!?”
The deep voice belonged to the pretty enemy’s father. I thought he was going to kill me, but instead I heard him muttering, “Oh, my daughter’s grown up...”
Then he left.
This was really embarrassing. I thought my face must be just as red as the pretty enemy’s.
I quickly climbed off the sofa. The pretty enemy also hurriedly sat up, lowered her head to straighten her clothes, and wouldn’t look at me.
I thought she must be very angry. I had expected she might cry out loud, but I truly had no idea what to do.
After a long silence, the pretty enemy suddenly stood up, walked in front of me, and then drove her knee into my stomach.
It came so suddenly that I nearly passed out from the pain and couldn’t catch my breath for a long time.
Then I heard her say, “From now on, you are not allowed to go look for the little nurse.”
I may be a bit slow, but I could still understand that much. Still, even so, she didn’t have to hit me, did she?
But now that our relationship had been confirmed, there would be plenty of chances to hit her back in the future.
“I originally wanted to keep you for dinner, but since Dad just saw us like that, better another time,” said the pretty enemy.
That afternoon we didn’t fight anymore. We talked quite a bit about funny things from my teaching job, and around dusk she sent me away.
Now there was a big difficult problem in front of me, and that was what to do about the little nurse.
Later I thought about it: the pretty enemy had only said I was “not allowed to go look for the little nurse,” but she hadn’t said “the little nurse isn’t allowed to come look for you.”
So I didn’t really need to worry that much. Although things had gone a little over the line today, it still hadn’t reached the point of the “losing virginity” that the female student had talked about.
Since neither side had yet “lost virginity,” that meant no sort of contract had been signed yet. So continuing to associate with the little nurse couldn’t really count as excessive.
On the way home, I kept struggling over this issue in my heart. It looked like I cared a great deal about the little nurse after all.
I was a bit worried about how I should explain what had happened this afternoon when I saw the little nurse.
Thinking and thinking, I got home. As soon as I walked in the door, I discovered I had not arrived at my own home at all, but at the little nurse’s home...
“Did you go to your pretty enemy’s house with her this afternoon?” The little nurse asked me that the moment she saw me, without even giving me a chance to catch my breath.
The little nurse was a smart girl. I didn’t dare hide it, so I answered honestly: “Yes.”
“Did you two do anything bad?”
I guessed the “bad thing” she meant was “losing virginity,” so I hurriedly shook my head: “No, we just fought for a while.”
The little nurse’s expression looked terrible. I couldn’t let her know the detail that I had kissed the pretty enemy.
“Then which of you won?”
“Haha, of course I won.” The moment I spoke of it I got pleased with myself. “I pinned her on the sofa so hard she couldn’t move at all.”
The instant the words left my mouth, I knew disaster had struck.
I knew that sentence I had just said would not end well, but I hadn’t expected it to be this bad.
A girl’s tears can sometimes be the most destructive thing in the world. At least right now, I was like an ant on a hot pan, so anxious I couldn’t even get out words of comfort.
Exactly how I later turned this awkward situation around, I no longer remember. Or maybe I never turned it around at all. Anyway, right now I’m standing dumbly in the nighttime street, alone, in a daze.
Only at this moment did I realize that I had already learned how to fall in love, but which one did I actually like more?
A problem like this really shouldn’t trouble someone like me. I stood in the street all night, and conveniently prepared the next day’s lesson too....

“Hello, students!”
“Hello, teacher!”
“Teacher is not well!” I said dejectedly.
A clever and lively girl student stood up: “Teacher, did you get dumped?”
“No. I... I want to discuss something with everyone.” I had no choice but to bring out this private issue and discuss it with the students, because these forty-odd people were the only friends I had.
I told the students the story of me, the little nurse, and the pretty enemy, and then set a topic: “What should Teacher do?”
Under the organization of the class officers, the students began discussing in groups. Quite a lot of them spoke, but their opinions were far from unified.
Some suggested I dump the little nurse and focus on chasing the pretty enemy. Some suggested I dump the pretty enemy and chase the little nurse.
Even more of the girl students thought dumping both of them was the best strategy. I knew there was an emotional element in that third suggestion, so it was not acceptable.
And the first two suggestions obviously weren’t acceptable either. As for the two boys who had won my money, they thought I should chase both at once.
Because everyone’s opinions were sharply opposed to one another, the boys and girls argued fiercely, and classroom order was briefly out of control.
I found it very annoying. So I left the classroom. Of course, what annoyed me was my own worries, not the students’ fault.
Before I left, I told each of them to write an 800-word argumentative essay on the matter and hand it in tomorrow.
This was the first time I had ever assigned homework, and the students, unprecedentedly, were filled with enthusiasm for homework assigned by the teacher, shouting in unison, “Okay!”
When I left the classroom, I ran into the principal. He patted my shoulder and said, “You really know what you’re doing!”
My gaze was vacant, like a dead fish.
The principal also said, “I listened to your class just now from outside. It was very innovative. Talents like you are rare!”
My gaze was vacant, like a dead fish.
The principal also said, “I’ve been teaching for over thirty years, and never before have I heard such a vivid class. Just now, not only did you give the students a wonderful lesson in life, you also gave me a lesson.”
My gaze was vacant, like a dead fish.
The principal also said, “After a while the city is going to select an ‘Advanced Gardener Award.’ I’ll definitely nominate you. Keep working hard, young man!”
The principal said that and left, while I remained with a vacant gaze, like a dead fish, drifting along with the crowd. Even an angler who hadn’t caught a fish in three years wouldn’t be interested in a dead fish that smelled as rotten as me.
People were coming and going on the street. My head hurt a little. Maybe I’m just not suited for thinking about problems that are too complicated. At a time like this, the best thing would be to hurry up and forget it all, and find something to do.
As I was walking, a girl ran over and stared at me. I looked at her too and thought she looked vaguely familiar. I waited for her to speak.
“Today you look kind of handsome!” the girl said.
I was a little pleased. Being complimented is naturally a happy thing, but I couldn’t show that happiness or I’d seem vain. I pretended to be modest: “No way? How could that be?”
“Ah! Sorry, I got the wrong person.” After saying that, the girl ran off.
I was somewhat disappointed. So today I looked handsome only because she had mistaken me for someone else... which meant that if she hadn’t mistaken me, then today I still looked very not handsome.
But then again, if today I looked very not handsome, then yesterday I must have looked handsome, and the day before too.
If that were the case, then I’d rather not be handsome today. Because if a girl says to you, “Today you look very not handsome,” then that must mean you’re “always handsome.”
So in the end, was the girl saying I looked “very handsome” today, or “very not handsome”?
To clear up this question, I chased after her, grabbed her, and asked, “Today do I look very handsome or very not handsome?”
The girl smiled at me and bumped my chest with her shoulder. I was rather bewildered, but she said, “I forgot to wear my glasses today~”
So it turned out that because the girl had forgotten to wear glasses, she said I looked handsome today—in other words, today I looked blurrier. Honestly...
Once the issue was cleared up, I was just about to leave when the girl grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, let’s go have fun!”
“Go where? Have fun doing what?” I asked.
“Go wherever, do whatever~” Only then did I realize the girl was standing extremely close to me and even had hold of my arm.
“Who are you?” I finally couldn’t help asking.
“Oh, go away, not this again!” The girl pouted, and then I recognized her. She was the little nurse, the little nurse without glasses.
Without her glasses, the little nurse looked like a little kid, though in a very cute way.
“I’ve thought it through,” said the little nurse.
I didn’t say anything, so she asked me why I wasn’t asking what it was she had thought through. I said I knew you’d say it, and she said I was no fun.
Even though I was “no fun,” she still told me the rest: “I can’t back down. I’m going to defeat your pretty enemy.”
“Can you beat her?” I scratched my head and looked at her in confusion.
“That’s not what I mean by fight~~ Aiya! Why are you always like this? Honestly!” The little nurse frowned and bumped my chest with her shoulder again.
If not fighting, then what? What am I always like? Honestly what?
Looks like this is exactly what people mean when they say women are hard to understand. Good thing I’m already used to it.
Now there was no need for me to say anything. I just let her pull me all over the place. Although some things had put me in a difficult position, in real life I could still face it with an easy state of mind.
If I can’t find my direction in life, then I can just be like this now, letting someone else’s hand pull me around everywhere. Wherever the endpoint is, there will always be a moment when it becomes clear.
“Hello, students!”
“Hello, teacher!!!”
“Students, you’ve worked hard!”
“Serve the people!!!”
Clearly, today my mood was much better than yesterday’s. Seeing how full of spirit I looked, the students were in high spirits too.
The class monitor neatly presented everyone’s homework. That was a bit of a headache—forty-plus people, 800 words each, more than 30,000 words...
Right, I could assign 10,000 words each to the little nurse and the pretty enemy. Once I thought of that, I felt much more relaxed.
So I said, “What shall we do today?”
One student stood up and spoke: “Let’s hold a press conference!”
“I’ll be the reporter, and you be the leader!”
“No, we’ll be the reporters, and you be the leader!” the students said in unison. Looks like they had discussed it already.
“All right, all right, who told you there are more of you.” I could only compromise. “Please raise your hand before speaking.”
More than forty people raised more than fifty hands. It even looked like some people had raised their feet too. This showed that I was a problematic figure
and everyone had a lot of questions to ask.
“The female comrade in the white skirt in the third row, you go first!”
“May I ask, Chief Comrade, are you a virgin?”
Damn...
Today’s class was especially exhausting. Luckily tomorrow was some kind of international holiday or other, so there would be a day off. The students naturally knew I had worked very hard today too, so they decided to invite me to go on an outing with them tomorrow. In their words: to repay teacher’s tireless and earnest instruction to us.
Because of the holiday, the school handed out bonuses early. As the “rising star” of the teaching staff, my bonus was said to be much more generous than everyone else’s.
The principal looked at me with a smile. I was afraid he was going to pat my shoulder again, so I took the money and ran off.
Now that I had money, the first step was to pay back my debts. Who should I look for first? Just as I was thinking it over, the pretty enemy came.
“Hehe, you happened to pass by our school again, huh?” I quickly greeted her.
The pretty enemy bit her lip and smiled as she gave me a punch. It didn’t hurt much.
She said, “Are you free this afternoon?”
The pretty enemy said she was taking part in a martial arts competition that afternoon and asked whether I wanted to go watch. There was no way I would refuse that. Watching the fun is a very entertaining thing by nature.
In the spectator stands at the venue, I ran into a bunch of students from my class, so I pointed at the pretty enemy in a somewhat show-off way
and said, “Look, that’s my pretty enemy.”
This caused quite a stir among the students. Dressed in a red silk training outfit, the pretty enemy looked like a completely different person, but she really was beautiful. Of all the competitors, she was the most eye-catching one.
When she came out, she was holding a gleaming silver knife. I didn’t pay much attention to what random things she was waving around, because my gaze stayed fixed the whole time on her little face reddened by her clothes. Later a girl student tugged my sleeve and said, “Teacher likes the pretty enemy more, right?” I asked why she said that, and she said she could tell from my eyes. I asked whether she had brought a mirror, and she said no—I wanted to see too what my eyes looked like...
Without a mirror, I had no way to verify whether my eyes really looked like they preferred the pretty enemy, but after that reminder from the girl student, I couldn’t help thinking of the little nurse.
Yesterday we had wandered to West Lake and sat on the grass by the lake watching the sunset. She leaned in my arms and fell asleep with little snuffling sounds. At the time I stared at her face for a long, long time, and it felt about the same as today.
So if that girl student had also been at West Lake yesterday, she probably would have said: “Teacher likes the little nurse more, right?”
The pretty enemy was popular with the audience and popular with the judges too. This competition brought her honor, and as a result the bonus I had just gotten still couldn’t be spent. Dinner was once again her treat. In her words: to celebrate.
On the way to the restaurant, I noticed those students of mine secretly following behind. Kids are just curious. Maybe their morning press-conference addiction hadn’t worn off yet. As a leader full of issues, I naturally didn’t appreciate the style of paparazzi.
I waved at them viciously. The pretty enemy asked what I was doing, and I said I was shooing flies.
Actually I still loved my students very much. I never really treated them like flies. I only said that because I didn’t want the pretty enemy to think I was showing off, even if I really did mean it a little.
Judging from this attitude, I’m not the kind of person who conducts himself openly and aboveboard. At the very least, I still didn’t want the little nurse to know that I was together with the pretty enemy right now.
But something terrible still happened. When I turned around to look at that bunch of students, I discovered that the little nurse was actually mixed
in among them too...
If it weren’t for the fact that I had already seen the little nurse yesterday without her glasses, I absolutely wouldn’t have recognized her.
Yesterday I told her she looked better without glasses, so she had gone to buy contact lenses. Assuming the worst, she had definitely put them on, which meant she could very clearly see that I was now hand in hand with the pretty enemy.
My heart kept thumping. The pretty enemy and I found a table and had just sat down when the little nurse came rushing over like the wind and sat down beside me—the table had four seats.
The pretty enemy froze, then gave a fake smile and said, “Hello~ what a coincidence.”
“Hmph!” The little nurse gave her a hard hmph but said nothing, making the atmosphere extremely awkward. At that moment I understood:
the “I’m going to defeat her” the little nurse had said yesterday turned out to mean hmph-ing at the pretty enemy and making her very awkward...
Actually I was very awkward too. Not only was I awkward, even the waiter standing nearby was awkward. He was surely wondering which one he was supposed to ask to order. Later, judging from the aura, he turned his gaze toward the little nurse.
Puffing out her cheeks, the little nurse said to the waiter, “Two bottles of Rémy Martin XO!”
Judging by the somewhat exaggerated expression on the waiter’s face, those two “horses” were definitely nothing as simple as beer...
I still didn’t dare say anything. Even though my alcohol tolerance was terrible, expressing any opinion at a moment like this would definitely be inappropriate.
Later I thought about it, and decided it would be better to just space out. So I started spacing out. This spacing-out process lasted more than an hour, and then I discovered the two girls had already finished most of the two bottles.
Women either don’t touch alcohol at all, or have astonishing tolerance. But two bottles were still two bottles. At a time like this, no matter what, I had to take responsibility for getting both of them home.
But then the problem came up: the two drunken women both refused to go home. Sigh, actually even if they had both wanted to go home, I still wouldn’t have been able to decide whom to take back first. Whoever went first, the other definitely wouldn’t be happy. Fine then, I’d just take them to my place.
When I supported these two noisy girlfriends back to my shabby single room in the alley behind my house, I suddenly heard a clang behind me. When I turned my head, I saw a bunch of students snickering as they scattered all at once.
That must have been my students. Their snickering was definitely mockery. Yes, my life as a teacher really was miserable, getting entangled for no reason with these two big headaches. Those students didn’t have a shred of sympathy—seeing how miserable I was and still mocking me. Truly the cold ways of the world. I pitifully helped the little nurse and the pretty enemy into the little room. Just as I was wondering what to do next, I noticed the way the two women were looking at me seemed a little off.
Those looks seemed kind of... kind of...
Ah! Right, a bit like the look in the eyes of that wolf on ‘Animal World’ on TV the day before yesterday, just before it was about to eat a rabbit... heaven help me, and there were two of them!!!

I’d advise the poster above to make it a bit shorter, okay? It’s too long, it strains the eyes. I don’t want to become nearsighted.

If you ask me, same here. It’s too long. Not only a waste of time, it’s a waste of my life too.

These “two” are playing off each other. Dizzy S.

Why are there so few people? Dry as hell.

So sad!!

Pretty good

Really good, is there more????
Hope you’ll post more

Feels like watching a cartoon! Nice

Almost two years already.

Good

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Wonderful.