I had three relationships in college, and each ended in a different way.
To the point that I’m not sure whether I’m a scumbag or not?
When I was a freshman in college, I was still an indecisive single guy.
Because when I was in high school, my mom strictly ordered: “No dating! It’s unreliable and it will affect your studies!”
During my three years of high school, I strictly followed the rules and even rejected a girl for this; although when she took the initiative to confess her love to me, I put a lot of effort into controlling my heart.
As a result, when I was a freshman, this rule was still exerting its influence.
But after my sophomore year and until I graduated from college, this position was frequently in danger – it seemed that I was lucky in love, and three girls: one from my own school, one from another school, and one from society, all became options for my girlfriend one after another.
Chapter01
The girl in our school is a junior sister, one grade younger than me. We are in the same department but different majors.
My junior sister didn’t have a crush on me secretly, but was trying her best to…have a crush on me openly.
As for the reason why I did not choose the junior sister, boys will understand it, but girls may not understand it.
Boys all know that one of the topics of conversation in the dormitory after turning off the lights is, of course, girls.
Discuss all the girls in the class – unless a girl’s boyfriend not only has an affair with someone nearby, but is also one of the guys who talks with them in bed with the lights off.
As long as someone starts the conversation with pretty girls from the same department, we have to have it discussed.
All the eye-catching, hot and popular girls in the school must be discussed, even if their names cannot be called.
And this junior sister, before she launched a targeted attack against me, had never been the subject of discussion during our sleepover conversations in the dormitory with the lights off.
So, do you understand?
If you still don’t understand, let me give you a detailed reconstruction of the conversation scene.
The third guy in our dormitory claims to be a veteran in the love field. His tip for picking up girls is: no matter what kind of girl you meet, you have to force yourself to praise her.
I asked: “What if I meet a high-scoring beauty?”
The third child: “Just compliment me directly – you are so beautiful, you are so sexy, you are so cool!”
I asked, “What if you meet a girl who is average looking but has a good body?”
The third child: “Just compliment your figure – you have a great figure, you are plump and attractive! If you don’t go to the catwalk, the catwalk will be unhappy!”
The eldest asked, “What if you meet a girl who passed the exam?”
The third child: “Find the good points of others and praise them – you are so gentle, you are so delicate, your hair is beautiful, you are lively and cute!”
The eldest asked, “What if you meet a girl with a low score?”
The third child: “I still praise you – you are so kind, you are so brave, and you have a positive outlook!”
Finally, I asked, “What if you meet a very ugly girl and there is really nothing to praise?”
The boss interjected, “You are safe!”
The third brother laughed and scolded: “Boss, you are scolding me, not praising me!”
The boss asked: “Then how do you praise?”
The third child: “You are very patriotic!”
So you see, although the word “appearance” did not exist at that time, the truth that “appearance is justice” definitely existed.
The third brother firmly followed this routine and praised many girls.
I thought, I should urgently gather all those girls who were praised by the third brother for their “patriotism” and then calmly tell them the truth…
I’m afraid the third brother will be beaten to death immediately.
Well, whether I follow the third brother’s routine or put the third brother’s routine aside, I have to praise the little junior sister like this: “You are lively and cute, and you are brave and forward!”
Anyway, this was the impression my junior sister left on me the first time she came to visit me.
Read it here
To the point that I’m not sure whether I’m a scumbag or not?
When I was a freshman in college, I was still an indecisive single guy.
Because when I was in high school, my mom strictly ordered: “No dating! It’s unreliable and it will affect your studies!”
During my three years of high school, I strictly followed the rules and even rejected a girl for this; although when she took the initiative to confess her love to me, I put a lot of effort into controlling my heart.
As a result, when I was a freshman, this rule was still exerting its influence.
But after my sophomore year and until I graduated from college, this position was frequently in danger – it seemed that I was lucky in love, and three girls: one from my own school, one from another school, and one from society, all became options for my girlfriend one after another.
Chapter01
The girl in our school is a junior sister, one grade younger than me. We are in the same department but different majors.
My junior sister didn’t have a crush on me secretly, but was trying her best to…have a crush on me openly.
As for the reason why I did not choose the junior sister, boys will understand it, but girls may not understand it.
Boys all know that one of the topics of conversation in the dormitory after turning off the lights is, of course, girls.
Discuss all the girls in the class – unless a girl’s boyfriend not only has an affair with someone nearby, but is also one of the guys who talks with them in bed with the lights off.
As long as someone starts the conversation with pretty girls from the same department, we have to have it discussed.
All the eye-catching, hot and popular girls in the school must be discussed, even if their names cannot be called.
And this junior sister, before she launched a targeted attack against me, had never been the subject of discussion during our sleepover conversations in the dormitory with the lights off.
So, do you understand?
If you still don’t understand, let me give you a detailed reconstruction of the conversation scene.
The third guy in our dormitory claims to be a veteran in the love field. His tip for picking up girls is: no matter what kind of girl you meet, you have to force yourself to praise her.
I asked: “What if I meet a high-scoring beauty?”
The third child: “Just compliment me directly – you are so beautiful, you are so sexy, you are so cool!”
I asked, “What if you meet a girl who is average looking but has a good body?”
The third child: “Just compliment your figure – you have a great figure, you are plump and attractive! If you don’t go to the catwalk, the catwalk will be unhappy!”
The eldest asked, “What if you meet a girl who passed the exam?”
The third child: “Find the good points of others and praise them – you are so gentle, you are so delicate, your hair is beautiful, you are lively and cute!”
The eldest asked, “What if you meet a girl with a low score?”
The third child: “I still praise you – you are so kind, you are so brave, and you have a positive outlook!”
Finally, I asked, “What if you meet a very ugly girl and there is really nothing to praise?”
The boss interjected, “You are safe!”
The third brother laughed and scolded: “Boss, you are scolding me, not praising me!”
The boss asked: “Then how do you praise?”
The third child: “You are very patriotic!”
So you see, although the word “appearance” did not exist at that time, the truth that “appearance is justice” definitely existed.
The third brother firmly followed this routine and praised many girls.
I thought, I should urgently gather all those girls who were praised by the third brother for their “patriotism” and then calmly tell them the truth…
I’m afraid the third brother will be beaten to death immediately.
Well, whether I follow the third brother’s routine or put the third brother’s routine aside, I have to praise the little junior sister like this: “You are lively and cute, and you are brave and forward!”
Anyway, this was the impression my junior sister left on me the first time she came to visit me.
Read it here