Ordinary love stories are in the spring when the flowers are in full bloom or in the hot summer, and today I want to tell a story that takes place in a lonely winter.

My name is Li Yi, I am mediocre-looking, I had the lowest grades in school, I dropped out of high school in the middle of high school, I have nothing to do at home all day, and I imagine some relationships with various girls in bed. When I'm fine, I hum like an idiot, and I am far more self-congratulatory than my peers at this age.

I also have a crush on a girl who is a clerk in a girls' store in a supermarket, very pretty, very small, much like the Snow White in every boy's dream.

In the city where I live, there is an annual carnival called the Feast of Fresh Fruits, and everyone dresses up and goes out to participate in this festival of people's carnival, and the cicadas on the trees are more irritable and louder than ever.

Of course, in order to make this feast more palatable, the organizers arranged a competition, and if you win, you can get the opportunity to confess to the fresh fruit girl.

Who is the Fresh Fruit Girl? She is the prettiest girl in the city, and she is said to be charming to every man who sees her.

I packed my most beautiful clothes that day and went out the door.

Halfway through the fresh fruit feast, the girls on the street were dressed very explicitly and very hot. I don't know why, many boys have a little problem with their backs that day, and they are always a little bent over, because I have made full preparations before going out, so my back is also extraordinarily straight.

After a while, the speaker spoke: Welcome to this year's Fresh Fruit Feast! Our game is about to start, I wonder if every gentleman is ready? Let me explain our rules of the game......

I was shocked to hear the rules of the game, but it also suited every man's taste, I don't know if the organizer was an artist or what, anyway, this game is very novel and large-scale.

They arranged for a few lucky winners to be drawn before the game (of course, in order to keep the story going, there must be me), and then let them be tested by Miss Fresh Fruit individually.

Miss Xianguo, as the name suggests, is a few young ladies who feel sexually explosive, and then let them dress very revealingly, and then the boy who can hold on for 100 seconds and is not strong passes the test, and the boy who passes the test has to confess to the fresh fruit girl in public, if it succeeds, naturally I don't need to say, you can imagine.

First of all, we lay in a row, and the Miss Fresh Fruit teased our thighs with their feathers, and pressed their breasts in front of me, and then they were still blowing the wind in my ear, whispering, needless to say, how sour.

But it was not easy to persist in this wave of shell attacks and not be strong, and within a few seconds, the men couldn't help it, and the little volcano in their hearts erupted in that place. But I said it, because I was well prepared before the race, so I survived those 100 seconds and I won.

Hahaha,I really didn't expect it.,I can actually win.,I'm going to get rid of dicks in the future.,I'm finally going to feather! Goodbye, you idiots! Hahaha, you're going to bow down to me in the future.

SPEAKER: GOOD! Next, let's invite out our fresh fruit girl! The curtain slowly opened, and I saw the figure of the fresh fruit girl inside!

Yes? What the? It's her?

To everyone's surprise, it turns out that the legendary Fresh Fruit Girl is the Snow White I have always had a crush on!

"You...... Hello. ”

"Hmm."

It's a pity that I've been silently following her, but I've never had a chance to get to know her.

"Confess, I'll listen."

I couldn't think of anything to say to her at this point, because I felt that happiness came suddenly and too directly.

At this time, in a hurry, I came up with a confessional line in the bridge I saw in the movie:

"I'm jealous, you know what's hard for men to understand a woman's mind, how feelings come about, I know, I know I'm boring, but if it's hard for a man to forget a woman, that must mean something, right? I like you. I know you probably don't like me at all......"

"I know you, do you come to the supermarket every day? And always look at me secretly? ”

"It's me," I nodded shyly.

"Hmm...... I see, thank you. ”

(This article is dedicated to you, my fruit pocket girl.) ）