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People who started smoking when they were students should be most familiar with the smell of cigarettes in the toilet.

It was a distinctive smell of smoke, a smell mixed with coquettish and smoke.In the student days when they were imprisoned and bound everywhere, this unpleasant smell was in a sense a symbol of freedom.Entering this smelly realm, you don't have to abide by those rules.Just like the transformation in Two-dimensional, you don't need to pretend to be your original self.

Just entered the first year of high school, the teacher chose him as the class monitor, and another good girl.The two cooperated seamlessly, and it was only cooperation in class work.Being matched up for no reason by classmates in the class, the girl is neither humble nor overbearing, and is not disturbed.Just laughing and coaxing into the new group like this, it saved a lot of thought.Classes one to four are on the second floor, classes five to eight are on the third floor, and he is the monitor of class eight.

Except for the squad leader's regular meeting, it was difficult for him to get in touch with people from classes one to four.But in another place, you can see a lot.The place where he can temporarily remove his disguise, the bathroom in the corner of the playground.It is not so much a bathroom as a smoking room, a smoking room exclusively for students.The dean tried to ban it, but was defeated by the smell.Children of this age are not only disobedient to discipline, but also out of control.When I entered the toilet that day, what the dean saw was always a mystery.But the first time he stepped into the toilet, he understood it when he saw that scene.That's the way it is, it's just that.

Without stopping his gaze, he turned his head and went to the urinal on the left.The voice from over there was louder than his pressing the lighter. The joyful voice of the young man echoed in this place that even the director of training did not dare to enter.

"Which class are you in? Huh?" I asked in a leisurely manner.The girl flicked her hair and raised her head: "It's from Class Five! Don't you know?"

With a "snap", the girl fell to the corner of the wall.

"Who the hell asked you!" Stuffed out the cigarette, "Come here! Take off your pants!"

By the time he finishes smoking this cigarette, he will have basically reached the great harmony in the world.

When he was thinking about how to organize the afternoon class meeting, the man asked again.

"Which class are you in?"

He still didn't hear it and left.

"Fuck! How dare you ignore me!" The girl was tortured again and again.

The second time I saw him was at a basketball game. As the squad leader, he went to organize his classmates to cheer.The contact lenses were too uncomfortable to wear for a day so I took them off, so I didn't recognize him.Until the man, covered in sweat, followed the younger brother and approached.

"Are you from class eight? Are you still the class monitor?" Looking up, it turns out that this person is so tall.

Class [-] just lost to Class [-], and this person belongs to Class [-].He went over to hand towels and water to the players on the field, ignoring him again.

Usually he smokes when everyone is eating at noon, and no one will see him.It has been hidden like this, maybe the only one who knows is the big man from class three.After being ignored twice, he didn't ask any more questions, and each went his own way.It's just that every time he just came to smoke, he would leave after one.Every time he just came to have sex, but each time the object was different.It's amazing that there are only three people here every time, and no one else.How did he know that the toilet at this time is his exclusive place, this rule is known to all the smokers in the whole grade, no one dares to come in at this time.Except for him, who only came to smoke one cigarette at a time.