"Damn it!" Chen Dejiang muttered.
Then he returned to his east room. Rural areas generally prioritized the east side over the west. The east side was usually occupied by the elderly, the west by the children. Chen Chu washed the pot three or four times, then poured the water into the cornfield in the yard. Then Chen Dejiang called out, "You little bastard, come in!" Chen Dejiang held his breath. He'd been told they'd be showing a war film, but when he went, it turned out to be a foreign film, which he disliked. Before the first movie was even finished, he rode his bicycle back, cursing. But as he reached the front door, he saw the light in his outer room on, illuminating two figures. One was sticking out his butt, the other standing there, doing it. Zhang Dejiang was stunned. Soon, he could hear moaning. His face flushed. He knew the man was his son. He didn't know who the woman was. He stood at the front door, unsure whether to go in or not. He didn't know what to do. Fortunately, the village was showing a movie, and the main road was deserted, otherwise he would have been seen. Chen Dejiang thought for a while and thought, forget it, I'd better stand here and keep watch! He couldn't help but roar with anger! The little bastard was having an affair with someone else in there, and he was the one keeping watch outside. What kind of thing was this? Chen Dejiang was terrified and stood guard outside for more than 20 minutes for his son. Finally, the matter was over. After a while, he saw the door open and a woman in white walked out. Zhang Dejiang then sat down at the wall and pretended to have just come back to rest. When he saw it was Xiaolian, Zhang Dejiang sighed even more. This little witch had turned his family upside down since she was said to be marrying Wang Dasheng. She was not a woman who could live a normal life at all. Not only did she do nothing, but she also always bullied Wang Dasheng. Such a woman was simply a disaster, a source of trouble. She didn't expect that she would have an affair with his son behind Wang Dasheng's back. Zhang Dejiang was suffocated, but he couldn't say anything. After Xiaolian left, he thought he should have a talk with his son. Chen Chu entered his east room. Zhang Dejiang didn't know what to say.
"Little, little bastard, how are your studies going recently? Are you able to keep up?" After holding it in for a long time, Chen Dejiang finally uttered these words.
He was too embarrassed to say it. Chen Chu chuckled and said, "Not bad. I'll go to the teacher's for extra lessons tomorrow. School is closed tomorrow afternoon. Teacher Wang Xia said my English grades were too poor and she was afraid it would drag down the class average, so she gave me extra lessons."
"Where are you going?"
"Go to the county town, um, to Teacher Wang Xia's place in the county town."
"Hmm?" Chen Dejiang frowned.
He thought, "What a joke!" But after a moment's reflection, he realized that Teacher Wang Xia was a university student, well-educated, and shouldn't have had anything to do with his son. Was he overthinking it?
"Okay, Teacher Wang Xia means well, so go ahead. Well... let me tell you something, after you get through your last year of junior high, you shouldn't study anymore. Your grades aren't great anyway, so studying is just a waste of time. I'm going to send you to Hancheng, or to your uncle's or brother-in-law's house in Shencheng. He works with marble there, or something like that. You could at least learn a trade, whether it's bricklaying or marble working, so you can make a living."
Chen Dejiang thought that by sending his son away, he would stay away from that little devil Xiaolian.
"I, I feel like my studies have been pretty good recently."
"Okay? You're not good at all! If you could study as well as Wang Wei from our village, I'd sell everything I have to support your education. You got 50 points in algebra, 60 points in geometry, and your Chinese was okay, but you only got an 8 in English! You couldn't even guess the right answer on the multiple-choice questions! And you're still laughing? You still have the nerve to laugh?"
Chen Dejiang angrily took off his shoes and was about to hit Chen Chu. Chen Chu immediately shut up.
"When you've finished this year, a junior high school diploma will be enough. Three generations of our family have been considered highly educated. Then, in two years, I'll arrange a marriage for you. This will be your childhood engagement, and your future marriage will be secure. Oh! Go back to your room!"
Chen Dejiang sighed, thinking that his single-minded focus on making money wasn't right. He'd have to keep this kid under control. He fucked Wang Dasheng's wife today, but who knows what trouble he'd cause tomorrow! Hmm? It's a lot like his own time! ... Chen Chu returned to the west room, remembering his father's previous engagement with him. He'd told him to get married when he turned eighteen. But when relatives came to visit, they said the woman he was betrothed to was incredibly fat, weighing at least 160 or 170 pounds, if not 200, and not even tall... Chen Chu was horrified, his tongue lolling. Furthermore, he didn't want to be like so many other young men in the countryside: learn a trade, like bricklaying or carpentry, then go on blind dates, get married at eighteen, nineteen, or twenty, and by twenty-five, have kids running around and can even go upstairs and rob bird nests. He wanted a different life. Although he was still confused and unsure of what to do next, he didn't want to learn a trade or follow his father's path. But he didn't like studying either. He didn't know what he really liked. Well... of course, I like women. He lay on the kang, his face buried in the quilt, his mind replaying every detail of his fucking of Xiaolian. His cock was hard again. Xiaolian was such a slut, so resistant to fucking. He couldn't fuck this slut for a year, and he wouldn't be able to get enough. Those two butt cheeks were as white as peeled peaches. He drifted off to sleep amidst his wandering thoughts. A little after three in the morning, after the roosters crowed, the neighbors began to wake up, driving their donkey carts to the county town's morning market to sell vegetables. Chen Chu's neighbor to the west was Sun Wu, and the neighbor to the east had a greenhouse built for the early morning vegetable market. Chen Chu got up too. It was pitch black outside. He clung to the darkness, scrambling over the wall. Opening the gate made a noise. He didn't want to disturb anyone, so he trotted off to the wasteland where he practiced boxing every day. Chen Chu had recently beaten up Ma Huaqiang and his gang. He felt that the boxing techniques taught by Old Man Zhang were very effective. Fighting Ma Huaqiang and his gang required little effort, or rather, he didn't use many moves. Just the ancient boxing techniques of smashing punches and some simple kicks. Old Man Zhang had said that the Dahongquan, Xiaohongquan, and Drunken Eight Immortals Fist he'd taught him were just the basics: maintaining a stable lower body during a fight, preventing being knocked down, and not losing balance when kicking, which would cause the kicker to fall first. Ancient boxing emphasizes technique, not routine. A cool night breeze blew over. Chen Chu began practicing ancient boxing in the wasteland. After a set, beads of sweat formed on his nose and temples. A skilled boxer can break a sweat after just one set. An inexperienced boxer can practice ten times without breaking a sweat. Boxing requires not only correct form but also powerful punches. This isn't just for fun. After each set, one's eyes, ears, and senses must be aware of all surrounding movements. This allows one to attack, defend, retreat, and defend against an enemy. Ancient masters typically observed all directions. Of course, Old Man Zhang also taught Chen Chu all these key points. In his quest to steal a woman, Chen Chu learned quickly. Sweat poured down his body, dried by the night breeze, the sticky sweat slowly transforming into a layer of sweat stains. Only when the sky brightened and the sun slowly rose did Chen Chu stop practicing. He felt that not only had he mastered the ancient boxing technique more effectively today, but he also seemed to have sensed something else. As he practiced, he felt the sound of the wind around him, the gentle falling of leaves, the wind blowing through the weeds, even the startled jumps of grasshoppers in the grass... Sensing these things, Chen Chu moved swiftly, sometimes punching, sometimes kicking. He treated the sounds of the wind, the rustling of the grass, the trail of the falling leaves as incoming blows, dodging, attacking, sidestepping, or parrying... Relinquishing his strength, Chen Chu exhaled. The moist, refreshing air of the dawn dew refreshed his heart and spleen, bringing a deep coolness. He jogged back home, washed his face, showered, and changed into clean, simple clothes. He sprayed some perfume on himself and then packed his schoolbag. Chen Dejiang also got up to cook noodles. Mornings usually fell on whichever of them had the time. Chen Dejiang cracked two poached eggs into the noodle soup and passed them to Chen Chu. Chen Chu felt like he had grown a little taller when he was so close to his father.
"Eat, now is the time for you to grow. I didn't eat well when I was a child, which delayed my growth. You can't delay it." Chen Dejiang smiled.
Chen Chu was touched. He ate his meal in a hurry and then rode his 28-inch bicycle to school. Although the teacher had an exam in the afternoon, he still had half a day of classes in the morning. Chen Chu arrived early today. He rarely came this early, mainly because he didn't want to run into Zhu Na and the others. He liked Zhu Na, but he didn't want to see her. Every time they met, she always criticized him. And she was so arrogant and domineering. Chen Chu was feeling a little insecure today, wondering what kind of beating Wang Wei had received. When he arrived at the classroom, only three or four students were there early. After more than ten minutes, the classmates began to arrive, and then the noise of their voices filled the classroom. Some were talking about yesterday's TV series, some were playing around, and a few good students were discussing whether to apply to Hancheng No. 1 Middle School or the town's No. 8 Middle School. Soon, Zhu Na and a few other girls came in. She was wearing a blue top with a large collar and white pants that were tight on her hips. Chen Chu had just finished with Xiao Lian yesterday. Zhu Na's white pants were the same style as Xiao Lian's. Seeing this, Chen Chu's cock got hard. He couldn't help but let out a sigh, thinking how great it would be if Zhu Na stuck her butt out like Xiao Lian and let him fuck her. Damn it! If that day ever comes, I'm going to fuck her to death, fuck her till her clitoris is swollen and thoroughly fucked. Then, the homeroom teacher, Wang Xia, walked in. She knocked on the table.
"Classmates, today is only a half-day class, so the morning self-study class will be temporarily changed to an English class. Class will begin now."
After she finished speaking, the students sighed. Some were still sleepy, preparing to catch up on a nap during morning self-study, but it seemed they couldn't. But then, remembering it was only a half-day class, they perked up again. After half a day, they could go home in the afternoon. Wang Xia's long hair was curled into a knot today, and she was dressed like a mature woman, her face appearing even more clean-cut. She had cat-like eyes, rosy cheeks, and a curvaceous figure. She wore a pale pink skirt that barely reached her knees, paired with white stockings. Her black high-heeled sandals and the white stockings formed a strikingly sexy contrast. Chen Chu's cock grew harder as he watched. He was sitting at the very back of the table, so the morning sun streamed in, illuminating the podium, and Wang Xia's pink skirt reflected a shadow. Her plump legs moved back and forth within the skirt, and as it swayed, Chen Chu could actually see the bulge between her legs, hidden by her panties. As the sun grew stronger, Wang Xia lectured even harder, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. But Chen Chu didn't hear anything, he just looked at the spring scenery under her skirt. He rubbed his eyes, and following the strong sunlight, he saw some faint black spots on her underwear. He concluded that the underwear that Teacher Wang Xia wore should be white with black spots. Chen Chu was so hard that he really wanted to secretly reach into the crotch and rub it hard. He thought, Teacher Wang Xia is so sexy that she can wear such underwear.