Chapter 1364 My Sweetheart Has Amnesia Again

A boy of fifteen or sixteen is in an awkward stage.

Physiologically, they grow beards, their vocal cords change, they have impulses towards the opposite sex, and they have the ability to reproduce, but psychologically, they are still regarded as children.

They are energetic, full of adventurous spirit, but also rebellious and extreme, easy to fall into obstinacy and confusion.

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During the short break between classes, the boys huddled in the toilet in groups of three and four, sharing a magazine brought by a classmate. It is said that the cover is very exciting and the content is very explosive.

Mu Zichuan scoffed at this.

Huangmao and Datou squeezed inside, winking at him all the time, with excited expressions on their faces, as if saying: Come and see, it's so enjoyable!

He cast a cold glance, finished urinating, lifted his pants, turned and left.

A group of ignorant little hairy kids, just picking a bikini photo of a busty babe can make them excited to set up a small tent. Could it be that they didn't eat enough milk when they were young, so they became obsessed with plump bodies?

Mu Zichuan couldn't understand, he had his own aesthetics, which might be difficult to describe in words, but there was a vague outline in his mind.

If it's like that...he should like it very much.

Suddenly, all the boys in the toilet rushed out!

He was also led a few steps forward by the crowd, and immediately scolded angrily: "Fuck!"

"Quick, quick! Hurry up!" Seeing him stop, Huang Mao hurriedly pushed him forward, jumping as if the dean came suddenly.

He is not afraid of the dean, not long ago his father just donated over 100,000 yuan to the school, the dean will not trouble him, not to mention that he did not participate in the activities of distributing pornographic publications.

Huangmao pushed him a few times, afraid of missing something, left him, and climbed up the fence impatiently——

Next to the men's toilet is the school's wall, which is not too high. There are a few bricks under the wall, and a row of boys are lying on the top of the wall in an uneven pattern, looking in one direction.

"I'm coming!"

"Look! She's out!"

"Where is it?... Hey, get your hands away! You're blocking me..."

"Ah, come here! She is here!"

They whispered to each other, with excitement written on their faces, Mu Zichuan could guess without looking, that they must be looking at a woman.

The big head was lying on the wall, twisting half of the body and beckoning to him: "Come on, Brother Chuan, come on, if you don't look at it, you don't have to look at it, Qingjiang is the most beautiful!"

Hearing this, Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "From the Ruan family?"

"No, prettier than Ruan Li!"

In Qingjiang, the highest evaluation of a woman's appearance is: she is more beautiful than Ruan Li.

Mu Zichuan became a little interested, stepped on the brick, and used his strength to climb up.

From a distance, I saw a woman in a cheongsam approaching gracefully, with a graceful figure and an elegant temperament, holding a plastic bucket in her hand, filled with black and heavy things, like garbage.

I have to admire that people are beautiful, and they can even throw out the beauty of growing lotuses every step of the way.

The woman went to the place where the garbage was piled up and dumped the contents of the bucket, and the faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine spread in the air.

When she turned to go back, the boys on the wall whistled, flirtatious and cheerful.

The woman looked back, facing the golden sunshine, and smiled sweetly, as if a flower was blooming in the epiphyllum. Unfortunately, in just a short moment, she had turned her back and left the street with an empty plastic bucket.

"It's interesting." Mu Zichuan asked the big head beside him, "Who is that girl?"

"Bai Suxin, she is from the Bai family." The big head stared at the direction the woman left, "My husband died, so I went back to live with my mother's family."

"Married, how old are you?"

"It seems to be thirty-seven or eighteen years old..."

Mu Zichuan almost fell off the wall, glaring at the group of people, "Aren't you sick! You climbed so high just to see an aunt?!"