It's a shame that all of this, just like bubbles under the sun, vanished with a "pop" in one afternoon.
One day after we made up, Vivian came to me and said she planned to preach to the female classmates she knew.
Those who have experienced junior high school life should know what preaching is all about. Inexperienced young boys and girls (I later found out there were no girls) come together, each presenting their proud collections, sharing knowledge with those who are still questioning, thus filling the gaps in sex education. That's what preaching is.
She told me she had agreed to meet with several class of female classmates by the small pond in the school to spread the spark of knowledge.
And the responsibility to provide the spark fell on my shoulders.
Not being very acquainted with girls, I thought female classmates were also starving for knowledge and urgently needed rescue.
I gladly accepted this task, turned my home upside down for a bag of notebooks, and loaded dozens of gigabytes of resources into a USB drive.
On that usual peaceful afternoon, I arrived at the small pond with a bag full of prohibited items.
Vivian and her friends had been waiting there for some time. I carefully counted them - there were the class monitors of class one, the learning committee of class three, the class reps of class nine, all the outstanding girls in the grade had gathered.
Oh, by the way, due to my good academic achievements, I knew all of them.
I would never have imagined that those always ranking at the top of the grade were fellow travelers. A sense of heroism surged in my heart, our glory would shine on this land one day!
So I walked over, gave them a mysterious smile, and they reciprocated with ambiguous smiles.
But Vivian, who was standing at the side, seemed to have a strange smile, which unfortunately I, being young, failed to notice.
With a "slurp", I pulled open my bag and, like Jesus giving the Bible to the people, handed my proudest notebook to the class leader of class one.
"This one is the best, have a look first!"
I proudly finished my sentence, only to find that the atmosphere had fallen into a weird silence.
What? Were they all stunned by my proud collection? It's only natural, right? After all, when I first got this notebook, I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night.
But the class leader of the first class didn't seem interested in reading it. Instead, her hands shook violently, as if she wasn't holding a critically acclaimed adult comic, but a bomb.
"What's going on, Lu Ming?" She asked me with a sob in her voice.
Scared to tears?
Hehe, if I take out all the stuff in my bag, won't I scare you to death?
I plunged my hand into my bag, pulled out eighteen notebooks all at once, all in color, and handed one to each female classmate.
Here, take a look. Don't ask my name, if you really want to know, just remember that I'm a recently retired young pioneer!
"Monster, Monster..." The learning committee of the third class threw the book on the ground, trembling backwards.
Monster? You like gender transformation? That's pretty avant-garde, but you could have said so earlier. I've got loads!
I immediately dug out five books from my bag, all gender transformation themes.
"Pervert!!!" The learning committee of the third class suddenly screamed.
Pervert? I don't like that word. How can you call that pervert? Am I not teaching you learning materials?
"Lu...Lu Ming..." The class rep of grade nine also began to speak.
What's up? Do you have a special fetish too? Just say it, we all comrades here, we won't laugh at you.
But to my surprise, she suddenly rushed up to me, slapped me hard on the face, then ran away.
I was hit so hard that I was dizzy and had no idea what was going on.
What's the matter? If you don't like it, you can't hit people!
The class leader of the first class suddenly tore the notebook in her hand into two pieces and threw it into the nearby small pond.
At that moment, I was furious. This was my proudest collection! How could you tear it up!
"I thought... I thought... Lu Ming you bastard!"
The class monitor of class one suddenly yelled at me, then covered her face and ran away, leaving me both angry and confused.At this point, even a fool like me could tell that something was off.
In a hurry, I asked Vivian, "Didn't you tell me to bring stuff for preaching?"
Unexpectedly, she had a look on her face as if she was about to cry, "Didn't you say you wanted to share your treasured My Little Pony comics and asked me to invite them? I didn't know you were this creepy!"
I was stunned.
"Didn't I bring My Little Pony?"
I quickly rummaged through my bag, fearing that they wouldn't believe me, and pulled out a rare My Little Pony book.
The rest of the girls were in uproar.
"So that's what Lu Ming is like!"
"I'm going to tell the class!"
"This is so creepy, how could someone be like this!"
They all dispersed, leaving me in bewilderment.
And Vivian stood there, looking at me with a sardonic smile.
"You sabotaged me?!"
It finally dawned on me what the problem was.
“And who said you can be so chummy with these bad girls? I saw you, that day outside the examination hall, laughing and chatting with those girls!”
Laughing and chatting? For Heaven's sake, I was discussing the questions with them!
Moreover, what business is it of yours if I laugh and chat with other girls!
From then on, wherever I went, the girls would immediately sidestep me while pointing fingers.
Even the boys started to keep their distance, fearing being misunderstood by the girls. The camaraderie I once had with my classmates crumbled in the face of rumors.
After entering the second year, I started to earn a reputation as a creepy senior, and my social life in middle school prematurely ended.
So much for my good reputation, only to meet such a tragic end.
