Adolescence also came at me like a shower, and instead of hiding, I enjoyed it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Youth is really good, because the "scenery" is so tempting! A girl's body will be more or less different in junior high school, and she will unconsciously attract the attention of a pervert.

Physical education class is the best course to satisfy the psychology of perverts.

But seriously, the action of girls doing push-ups is really unbearable to look at. The way girls who look graceful and beautiful when they walk normally do push-ups can easily break my perception of beauty. They don't do push-ups manually at all, they obviously just move their butts. The boys really couldn't find a better way to express their feelings than laughing. Whew, but I understand, girls don't have much strength in the first place.

Of course, what the pervert wants to see is not the push-ups that lack beauty. Rather, quack......

First, running. That's right, when girls run, as the most image "representative" of girls, they can dance! It is said that the body will change a little, and it is not the point that they run sven or not, because the eyes of the pervert are not on their faces, but on their moving hearts.

and most of the male classmates are the same perverts, some are very hidden, and some are revealed. I belong to the most hidden one, and I am also the one with more taste, because of the pursuit of beauty. In other words, I'm a pervert who is not easily spotted and has good taste. The best degree of pervert lies in being lustful but not lewd. color, can be interesting. If you are obscene, you will be poisoned too deeply and hurt your brain. It's important to keep it to a degree.

Second, when girls sweat in physical education class. That's right, when sweat soaks through their clothes. That unique attraction is so much that the pervert can't extricate himself!

When I returned to the classroom after physical education class, the female classmate sitting in front of me was very fair-skinned and had straight hair. The white shirt she wore was a little thin, and the sweat soaked her back, so, that's why her light blue underwear was so conspicuous! I turned my head out of the window at once, no! A magical magic pulled my gaze again! I turned again! It pulled again! Poof, poof, my heart was beating so fast! No! I couldn't breathe!

Phew, damn it, light blue happens to be my favorite color again. Finally, yes, for the rest of the lesson, I was staring at that particular light blue, and then, thinking about it......

However, there are times when I feel broken about beauty, and it is also a time to validate my knowledge of physiology.

It's still after physical education class, and most girls feel so hot that they roll up their sleeves and roll up to their shoulders. I happened to occasionally look at the same row on the left, and I just wanted to find the same table to see if I was there, but I saw a picture of broken beauty.

There was a girl who was very fair-skinned, and her sleeves were rolled up to her shoulders, and she was fanning the cool with her right hand. So, her armpits are clearly visible. Oh, and the hairs under her armpits create a great color contrast with her fair skin. I immediately felt so heartache!

Why break beauty? It seems that the biology book is right. Alas, I still couldn't accept the flaws of beauty, and I didn't know what real beauty was. In short, the search for beauty has never stopped.

Lust is lust, and learning will not stop. I still want to learn!

In order to improve my learning ability, I put forward an idea to another student at the table who played well: we formed a study team, studied together every day after class, and studied each other's subjects with good grades, that is, whoever did well in that subject would teach those who did not do well. It is summarized as complementary learning. But they laughed at me for being naïve! I was so lost, and it was so uncomfortable to be ridiculed......

I started to avoid group learning and hid in individual learning. This is where my future loneliness comes from.

The process of reorganizing one's mind is joyful, but it is also painful.

In the crowd, no one cares about the existence, is it redundant? lonely? lost? want to leave?! Don't worry, no one will find out that there is such a missing me.

The acuity of adolescence begins to convince every cell. I'm quieter and quieter than I was in elementary school......

After class, I will just stay in my seat and continue drawing. Maybe it's a dragon with a slight Q feeling, maybe it's a dragon ball character that I loved crazy in elementary school, anyway, it's very quiet and no nonsense.

The school requires the junior class to publish a blackboard newspaper every month for evaluation. The blackboard at the back of the classroom is specially used to produce blackboard newspapers.

Once, some of my classmates who liked the dragon I drew offered to let me draw a dragon on the blackboard. At that time, the person in charge of publishing the blackboard newspaper was I said before that he was like Yang Mi's Sen. He publishes blackboard newspapers, and he likes to draw some flowers or stripes to decorate. With his petiteness, I think he looks a bit like a girl. Because my personality is also said to be like a girl.

Well, that time, I followed the advice of my classmates who liked my dragon drawings and spent a lot of time drawing dragons on the blackboard. Because the blackboard is different from paper, the feeling of painting should be so serious and coordinated, anyway, in order to draw that dragon, I really let my three souls and six spirits wake up twelve points of spirit!

After finally drawing the dragon's head, he was scolded by Sen: "What are you doing with drawing a dead dragon?!"

At that time, my heart was so hot! Good academic performance is amazing! Indeed, it is quite remarkable... But you can't talk like this, you don't know how to understand other people's feelings.

Immediately afterward, the faucet that I had worked so hard to draw was ruthlessly erased! my hard work was erased, and my normal view of people was erased.

I didn't speak, and continued to draw quietly in my seat, but there was one more thing in the painting - hate.

On the first day of junior high school, the building built by my family was finally ready to move in.

Since I was a child, I have listened to my uncle and aunt's words, and after saving the New Year's money, I will build a house, go to college, marry a wife, and so on. So, when I have a building in my house, I am really happy! Ah, uncle, aunt and sister, the three sisters are all back, and the second sister is about to give birth, so I didn't come back. But, too, happy! Having my own big room, plus a light blue spring bed printed with a rogue rabbit, it's so comfortable to sleep in! It seems that my sister picked it for me, and I really understand my heart!

I don't like parting, but I can't hide from it.

After a few days together, everyone is busy again. Leave my anxious tears and wash my lonely and wounded heart.

Because I live in a new building, I forgot to bring a lot of toys with me. Therefore, I was made unpresentable by my cousin Yong and cousin Peng. In other words, the feeling of being ruined suddenly told that the spiritual pillar I had been relying on was really sad and hateful. However, there was no reaction. After all, I have lived in their building for several years, and I am such a close relative, so there is nothing to say. In this way, I have one more reason to be silent......

Over time, I finally changed a little.

What's changed? It's talking to yourself. I don't know if it's too lonely, or if there's something wrong with my brain. However, the conversation is quite fun! I will sing and harmonize to make my mood better, a little magical.

What I subconsciously receive is not wasted.

The cartoons I liked to watch when I was a child, and I used many of the highlights of the plot. For example, when I'm so low in my studies, I tell myself, "Evolve!"

Then, hum the melody to set yourself up with an evolved background music. Then, I felt like I had evolved, so my strength became stronger, and I was excited to study again. That's how I started to learn to encourage myself, and unexpectedly, it became a habit if I wasn't careful. I do that occasionally now, but it's a little more advanced.

Why is my youth like a shower? Because as soon as I entered adolescence, I lost the passion and joy that youth should have.

To put it more appropriately, the weather is now. My youth is not only showers, but also thundershowers.

Today, it's all made up of many yesterdays. So, today has the feeling of a past and a yesterday.

Today, I am illiterate. There's a lot of common sense, I don't know. So how did I get to where I am today?

The Chinese class in the first year of junior high school made my years of learning in primary school become "dead school". What is a subject-verb-object? What is a preposition? I don't even know.

I don't know if it's because the elementary school teacher didn't teach, or if I didn't learn, I just don't know.

I was confused when the other students were able to easily answer the questions asked by the teacher. At that time, I felt so helpless, and after seven years of elementary school, I actually read like this. At that time, I didn't know how to use a lot of techniques to write essays, and I just wrote whatever came to mind. It's like, right now. There is no logic, it is written purely by feeling. That's why I say I'm a sensory body.

It feels like it's not just about studying, it's about thinking.

As long as you feel good in your thoughts, you will tend to feel good in one aspect.

Below, it will be contaminated with physiological topics, and it will be more embarrassing. Again, if you don't want to touch these topics, stop looking down.

It's still a biology class, and when the biology teacher is halfway through the lecture, a naughty student suddenly asks: "Teacher, what is ****?"

The teacher's ears turned red all of a sudden, and he scolded: "Are you trying to make trouble?!"

That naughty classmate's grades are good, it's impossible for him not to know what **** is. Pure troublemaking. However, I really didn't know what **** was at that time.

Why is the teacher's ears red with embarrassment? Why are so many of my classmates slightly embarrassed? Because of my slow learning ability, I really don't know the answer.

Back in the dormitory, some serious male classmates said to the naughty classmate: "He is neurotic! I also ask such questions! As a boy, I feel embarrassed to death!"

Why? Why do they all feel so embarrassed? Why the hell? I still don't know, what the hell is ****?!

After a while, my sluggishness finally caught up, and I understood what **** was.

Indeed, a very awkward question. However, I didn't feel anything after I knew it, because I hadn't seen anything like that in my body at that time. Not only was my mind sluggish, but my physical development was also sluggish.

Why do armpit hair and beards disappear for a long time? The reason is simple, stunted. It may also be the result of my subconscious acceptance of wanting to be a child too much. Anyway, I like to be stunted. At least at the time, it was so.

The cultivation of the pervert will improve with the passage of time.

I started to be an experienced pervert, sometimes a math teacher in my thirties who wore a beautiful orange dress to class. It's pretty good, and the fabric of the dress is like yarn. However, she didn't know that the outfit shouldn't be backlit. Yes, when she stood at the door of the classroom, the light in the classroom was much less than the light outside the classroom. Therefore, the light transmittance rate is 38%, and you can see a little indecent. But don't worry, I'm not interested in her. It is also a sin to look at too many eyes......

The first year of junior high school was also the beginning of my youthful rebellious period.

I'll have a fight with my family, knowing it's not good, but can't control it. I began to dislike my nephew because the favor of the whole family shifted from me to my nephew. I feel so sad! Actually, for me, who has not grown up mentally, it is like having a child competing with me for favor. This is also the horror of my mental growth.

After becoming estranged from my family, I began to feel self-pity. I felt like I had no one to love anymore, so I often cried secretly. I hugged myself and said, "And I love it." "I started to learn to love myself.

When the speechless first year of junior high school leaves, the profound second year of junior high school comes!

My throbbing is coming......

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