The programmer and his woman

I thought that after a week of internship or study, I would be able to return to my familiar environment with a sense of relief. However, to my surprise, when I was about to leave, I was told that I needed to stay here for a few more days. Faced with this sudden news, I sighed helplessly and turned back.

On the way back to the classroom, I felt a little nervous, not knowing what to expect. The classroom was empty, but when I approached, I saw the lecturer who had been attending our classes for the past few days sitting in front of the podium, seemingly waiting for me. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked up to him and greeted him politely.

"Hello, teacher." I said respectfully.

The lecturer raised his head, glanced at me, and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said slowly: "I just talked to Mr. Qi from your school. I decided to keep you here for a few days, and your school also agreed. You can stay here for now. Do you know why I asked you to come back?"

I shook my head, feeling a little nervous. Seeing this, the lecturer continued, "Look at your performance in teaching today. Is there any teacher here who teaches like you? Your classroom organization and expression skills need to be improved. How can you become a qualified teacher if you continue like this?"

Hearing this, I felt my face burning and lowered my head in shame. I wondered to myself, did this lecturer deliberately keep me here to humiliate me? But I also felt that as an educator, he would not do this.

"Wait for me here, I'll change my clothes and get ready to go off work." The lecturer stood up and pointed to the chair next to him, asking me to sit down. I nodded and sat aside waiting. After a while, the lecturer came out after changing his clothes. He looked at me and said, "Come with me after get off work."

I followed him out of the classroom and came to a residential building next to the company. I couldn't help but wonder, is this his home? But when I opened the door, I found that there were several people in the room. The beds were the kind of bunk beds in school, and the whole room could accommodate six people. There was no decoration in the room and it looked very simple. I turned to look at the lecturer, he nodded and said, "Yes, this is our staff dormitory. You can live here for the next few days."

I nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable. But since I had decided to stay, I had to face reality. I looked around and found that although the place was simple, it was clean. I took a deep breath and prepared to start my "new life".

"Have you eaten?" the lecturer asked suddenly.

I shook my head and replied, “Not yet.”

"That's great. You go eat now and then pack a lunch box for me after you finish eating," said the lecturer.

I responded and stood up to leave. However, when I walked to the door, I found that the lecturer had no intention of giving me money. I hesitated for a moment, but decided to go out for dinner first.

I stood on the street of a strange city, feeling confused and uneasy. I didn't know how long I would stay here, and the only 200 yuan I had made me feel even more stressed. I walked from one small restaurant to another along the roadside, trying to find a meal that was both economical and affordable.

However, a problem soon came to me. The lecturer did not tell me clearly what he wanted to eat, which made me feel very difficult. On the restaurant menu, the price of lunch boxes ranged from a few yuan to dozens of yuan. The expensive ones certainly looked more tempting, but considering my limited funds, it was obviously unrealistic to buy the expensive ones; and if I bought too cheap ones, I was worried that the quality of the food would not be good and would not satisfy the lecturer's taste.

After much hesitation and struggle, I finally decided to make up my mind and bought a moderately priced lunch box for about 10 yuan. Although this meant that I would have to go hungry tonight, I thought that every bit of money saved was a bit of money saved, after all, I had to be careful with this little money to get through the next few days.

I carried my packed lunch and walked quickly to the dormitory. When I opened the door, I found that the lecturer and several other colleagues were busy in a meeting. Their discussions were one after another, and they were obviously discussing something important. When the lecturer saw me come in, he raised his head and frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with my return.

"Why do you eat so quickly? Did you buy the meal I ordered?" he asked.

I quickly handed him the packed lunch and explained, "I came back in a hurry because I was afraid the food would get cold." The lecturer took the lunch box I handed over, glanced at it briefly, and said nothing, but I could clearly feel that he was not happy with my return so soon. Sure enough, he immediately assigned me a new task: "Then help me go out and buy another pack of cigarettes."

I reluctantly wrote down the brand of cigarettes he specified, but my heart was in turmoil. I don't usually smoke, so I don't know the price of cigarettes. I just remember that the price of several dozen yuan last time I went to a tobacco shop made me feel distressed. I don't have much money in my hand, and if he continues to squander it like this, I'm afraid I will really be in trouble.

I was walking and thinking about countermeasures, and decided that next time if the lecturer asked me to buy something without paying, I would ask him for money directly, even if it meant breaking up. After all, survival comes first.

When I returned to the dormitory, I deliberately stood there for a while, waiting for them to finish their discussion before going up. When I pushed the door open again and entered the dormitory, I found that the lecturer was already leaning on the bed. I walked over, handed him the cigarette, and said as calmly as possible: "I bought the cigarette, here you go."

He took the cigarette and suddenly complained, "What kind of crappy meal did you buy for me? It's so unpalatable." I followed his gaze and saw the almost untouched food in the trash can. At that moment, I felt mixed emotions and was very sad. I made a great effort to buy this lunch, which meant a lot to me, but he rejected it so casually.

I silently endured the grievance and anger, but I couldn't help but ask about his family in my heart. This man seemed gentle and elegant when he was lecturing on the stage, like a professor, but in real life he was so rude and impolite, just like a gangster.

At this moment, the instructor's action was a little abrupt. He gently threw the cigarette box I just bought to the brothers on the upper bunk. The cigarette box drew an elegant arc in the air and then landed steadily on the bed of the brothers on the upper bunk. His voice echoed in the quiet dormitory, breaking the original tranquility.

"Good teacher, I'll leave this pack of cigarettes for you to smoke." The lecturer's voice was casual and relaxed, as if this was just a small gesture in his daily life. But for me, this was a big surprise.

"This is a treat from Teacher Xiao Wang," he added, turning his gaze towards me with a hint of teasing in his eyes. I was stunned. I didn't expect him to say that. These were clearly the cigarettes I bought just now to complete his task. How did it suddenly become a treat from me?

However, I reacted quickly, smiled and nodded, agreeing with this statement.

"Okay, Teacher Wang, I'll give you a seat. You can sleep here today." As soon as the lecturer finished speaking, he got up and left.

I nodded, and then walked to the lower bunk, ready to lie down and rest. At this time, the atmosphere in the dormitory had become relaxed, and the brothers on the upper bunks took out cigarette boxes and began to enjoy this unexpected surprise.

"Oh, this is a good cigarette, Teacher Xiao Wang, thank you!" A guy on the upper bunk shouted to me, his voice full of gratitude and joy. He took out four cigarettes and shared them with the other four people.

I lay on the bed, intending to rest early in this quiet night. However, the atmosphere in the dormitory was completely different from what I expected. The five of them were still sitting in front of the computer, typing away at something. The sound of keyboards echoed in the empty dormitory, accompanied by the occasional smoke.

I sighed helplessly and tried to adapt to this environment. But unfortunately, five people in the room were smoking at the same time, and the smell of smoke became stronger and stronger, almost making me breathless. I have never smoked before, so this strong smell of smoke is too pungent for me. I covered my nose and tried to avoid this unpleasant smell, but the smell of smoke seemed to be everywhere, leaving me nowhere to escape.

I tried to close my eyes, but the smell of cigarettes and the sound of their conversations kept me awake. I tossed and turned, feeling restless. I knew this wasn't going to work, so I simply sat up and decided not to try to sleep anymore.

I looked at my watch and found that it was not yet nine o'clock. It was indeed a bit early to go to bed so early, but I was not sleepy at all. I thought about it and decided to go out for some fresh air, maybe this would make me feel better.

In this way, I wandered alone in the night of City A, trying to let the smell of cigarettes in the dormitory dissipate with the night breeze. I don't know how long I walked, but I just wanted to walk a little longer to give the room a chance to ventilate. However, as I walked further and further, the road became darker and darker, and the street lights became fewer and fewer.

Just when I felt it was too dark ahead and was about to turn back to the dormitory, a woman suddenly appeared in front of me. She was wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes, which seemed out of place in this quiet night. She held my arm tightly and said eagerly, "Young man, do you want to play with me?"

I was stunned for a moment, my heartbeat quickened, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in my heart. On this slightly cool night in City A, these scantily clad women made me feel unprecedentedly frightened. I realized that their intentions were not simple, so I quickly pulled my arms away and turned to leave. However, the fear in my heart made me lose my mind, and I began to run forward, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

After running a few steps, another older woman dressed similarly came up to chat with me. I knew something was wrong and quickened my pace, as if I was running for my life. One after another, women appeared in my sight. Their eyes made me even more scared. I didn't dare to look back and could only run forward desperately.

Just when I was panicking and about to collapse, a voice called me. I looked up and saw a familiar face. That immature and young face reminded me of the girl I had a crush on for six years in elementary school. But when I looked closely, I realized it was just an illusion, and she was not the person I remembered.

However, at this moment, I firmly believed in the power of love at first sight. Her appearance was like a stream of fresh air that washed away the fear and anxiety in my heart. She was wearing a casual sportswear and a ponytail on her head. She looked like an ordinary student. Her clear eyes made me feel unprecedented peace and security.

I stopped and stared at her, my mind full of questions. Who is this girl? Why is she here? She seemed to see my doubts and took the initiative to say, "I'm very cheap, can you come and play with me?"

I was shocked by her words, and I couldn't help wondering if she had the same ulterior motives as those women. But when I looked into her eyes again, I found that she was completely different from them. Those eyes were so pure, full of sincerity and expectation that I couldn't compare her with those women.

At this moment, my thoughts were like ants on a hot pot, in a mess. I really had the urge to take her away and escape from this dangerous and unknown place. But the reality made me hesitate: I didn't have enough money, could I provide her with a better life? If I just took her out of the fire pit, but couldn't give her a safe place to go, then was I really helping her?

I thought about various possibilities, and my heart was full of contradictions and struggles. I even fantasized that if she said to me, "Save me, take me away from here," I would pull her away from this dangerous place without hesitation. But the reality was cruel, and her next words made me even more confused and uneasy.

"I'm cheap, I can make you comfortable." Her voice echoed in my ears, making me realize that she might not have made such a choice out of helplessness. She might just want money, and the pure feelings I expected seemed so pale and powerless here.

I hesitated, I didn't know if I should continue to stay in this dangerous place and try to save someone who might not need my rescue. I ran, trying to escape from this place where I couldn't make a decision.

The night was dark, and the neon lights of the city were flashing in the distance, but I was in no mood to appreciate it all. The sound of pursuit behind me was getting closer and closer, and I could no longer take the original road, because a group of suspicious women had gathered along the way. Their laughter and shouts were particularly harsh in the silent night, and I felt unprecedented panic.

I gritted my teeth and resolutely ran to the other side of the road. However, when I crossed the road and came to the other side, I found that the situation here was even worse. There was a group of similar women standing on the opposite side of the road. They seemed to be older, and their eyes revealed a kind of playfulness and teasing. Seeing me running over, they seemed to have found a new target and gathered around me.

I felt a chill running down my spine, and I knew I was in a desperate situation. I couldn't stop, or the consequences would be disastrous. So I ran as fast as I could. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, as if it was going to burst through my chest. I kept telling myself that I had to hold on and get back to the dormitory.

Finally, I saw the lights of the dormitory. At that moment, I seemed to see the dawn of hope. I used up my last bit of strength and rushed into the door of the dormitory. After entering the door, I was still in shock, and my clothes were soaked with sweat. I gasped and leaned against the wall, trying to calm my breathing.

The people in the dormitory seemed to have just laid down to rest, and I felt a little relieved. I thought that if I came back later, I might disturb them and make myself more uneasy.

I walked gently to my bed and lay down. Although my body was exhausted, my mind was still in a state of high tension. I recalled the experience just now and still felt a little scared.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. My mind kept replaying the thrilling experience just now, especially the figure of the young girl, which made me unable to let go. I deeply regretted why I didn't muster up the courage to ask her if she was really forced. If she was really a victim, I might be able to help her out of her suffering. This feeling of powerlessness made me feel heavy and difficult to fall asleep.

I simply took out my phone and sent Yingying a text message, telling her about my experience and feelings today. I waited for a long time, but never received a reply. Maybe she was too busy to reply, or maybe she was also thinking about how to reply to me. While waiting, I gradually fell asleep.