The Coercion of Scum

And until now, the depression and depression of the chest backlog have not disappeared. That is my body's protest against my tragic fate.

Although I had a nightmare before, how can my reality be better? Am I still living in the shadow of that person, losing myself more and more?

Even if my chest throbs inexplicably occasionally, I must not enjoy this kind of love.

No way... When I think of some unpleasant things, my lower abdomen starts to ache, as if the tragic things that were once tragic are happening again.

God, until which day do I have to live like this.

Tomorrow is Monday, and I will meet that person at school again.

Looking sadly at the ceiling with my eyes wide open, I felt myself crying again.

No, you can't cry anymore, crying won't solve the problem, and it will arouse the scumbag's desire to make progress.

Well, be tough on that guy. If I show weakness anymore, I will definitely be dragged into a deeper abyss by him.

I wiped the tears from my sleep and curled up.

However, because of the fear that remained deep in my head, I stayed up all night.

Chapter 93 The Scum Starts Tutoring

Dangdang block~~~

It's question time!

If you had a girlfriend who was inexplicably strong, beautiful, well-studied, and obedient to you, what would you do?

Do you force her to flirt with you in the corner of the corridor when get out of class is over, or ask her to come to your house early in the morning to accompany you to class, or order her to warm her bed at night?

By the way, it seems that it is not bad for her to be **** with a humiliating and resentful expression, watching the snow-white female body struggle helplessly, moaning like fairy music because of the pain of the skin.

Don't dream anymore. How can ordinary people find such a submissive beautiful girl.

Well, actually what I want to say is-now I need such a girlfriend to help me make up lessons.

The reason is--

That day.

"Ahahahahahahaha what is this!!"

When the get out of class was over, the students were doing their own things. Among them, the high school friend Zhijiu Lu, who was sitting next to my desk because of his idleness, was playing with his mobile phone. Suddenly he burst into laughter.

"Are you messing up?"

I was looking down to make up my homework and asked him without looking up.

To be honest, I'm really busy, because I have had a long-term relationship with Jasmine, and unknowingly, my grades have dropped quite sharply, so additional tuition is necessary.

"Hahahaha, take a look at what is this, I'm going to laugh to death!"

"Aha?"

"Yeah, I saw a topic on the Internet. [Put your hands in warm water when sleeping, it's easier to wet the bed] Ah, you know?"

"Eh? What theory is this? I really don't know."

"Hahaha I’m on Weibo, and I really saw someone from abroad experimenting with my girlfriend. Hahaha laughed so hard at me. Not only did I take pictures of my girlfriend’s bedwetting, but also posted it on the Internet. Why is this kind of scumbag? Have a girlfriend!?"

"Oh? Really, let me have a look."

"Here."

I took the phone from Chihisa and looked at it curiously.

It seems to be a popular video on Weibo. In order to verify the theory circulated on the Internet that putting a person's hand in warm water during a deep sleep will make the bed wetting, a foreigner did it very hard when his girlfriend was asleep. The experiment.

The most maddening thing about this guy is that he has tricked his girlfriend more than once, and he has done many experiments, and he also gave his girlfriend a close-up of his crotch. What interests me most is the fact that the blonde beauty in the video is really real. She wets the bed, and from the vague video, I really saw a large area of ​​her crotch wet.

Seeing the silent expression of the beautiful woman in the video, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha, it's really interesting."

"Yeah, right, but I think this guy is so cheap, he's such a girlfriend, if it's me, I'll break up hahahaha."

"I said so, but why do I wet the bed when I put it in the water?"

Anyway, the monthly exam was still early, and I didn't care about being a little more casual when the get out of class ended, so I closed the textbook seriously and discussed this issue with Zhijiu.

With a smile on his face, he rummaged through the screen.

"I think this should have something to do with the bladder, because I think it's the same as children can’t control bedwetting. If your body is mature enough, you won’t be able to wet the bed. So warm water might paralyze your bladder, Your search perception is not fully functional."

"Really, why do you know so much? Is there any talk in biology class?"

"No, it's just that I did a search on the Internet out of personal hobby."

"So..."

"By the way, there are different opinions on this issue on the Internet. I think this proves that soaking hands in warm water is not 100% bedwetting."

"So..."

In short, I finished the chat with Chihisa in a while, and there are still more than half of the daytime classes.

When I was in class, I couldn't calm down at all.

To ask why, of course, my heart that always wanted to make trouble started to stir again.

It's not full of maliciousness, but simply wants to confirm whether the claims circulating on the Internet are true or false.

Well, it's really just like this.

Although the teacher is still teaching, I can't wait to secretly take out my phone and send someone a text message.

Lunch break.

"So...what can you do with me?"

"Wow, you are really here! I thought you would complain, but I didn't expect it to be so refreshing!"

Sitting at the entrance of a ramen restaurant in front of the school, I patted the table with some surprise.

The beautiful girl sitting across from me raised the chopsticks in discomfort, with a vicious expression of wanting to put the chopsticks in my nostrils.

"Aren't I complaining?"