Pure Love Guide ABO

I struggled to open my eyes, but I was so sleepy that I vaguely wondered if I was dreaming.But when I turned over, the cold suddenly became more piercing, and I finally woke up sharply.

The light in the morning was not too bright, and the other three were still soundly asleep. I scratched my neck and groped to lift the quilt, trying to figure out where the coolness came from.

As a result, I just felt something weird when I put my hand into the bed.

What's this?Could it be that I wet the bed and feel nothing at all?

I was a little confused, so I quickly got up and moved the quilt aside, looked carefully, and found that there was something dirty in the quilt.

I looked and looked blankly, feeling sick, and hurriedly got out of bed and put on a new pair of pants.As for the soiled ones and the sheets I don't know what to do, it's too late to wash, and I don't want people to see me washing my sheets as if I actually wet the bed.

Is there something wrong with my body?

Before today, I had never worried about my physical condition.

So what's the situation now?

I felt guilty, but I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about this, so I had to comfort myself that maybe it would be the same as last time.

So I wrapped the soiled sheets and trousers in a basin and stuffed them under the bed, and I hurried to the cafeteria to have breakfast and go to class.

As a result, heaven failed to fulfill people's wishes.

In the next week, the same situation would happen to me every other day or two.The first few times I was able to wash the sheets at night and dry the bed for a few days, but in the end, there was no new underwear to change at all.

After the last pair of underwear was also soiled, I touched the undried underwear on the hanger, thinking about the physical test in the afternoon, I still gritted my teeth and put it on.

I don’t think I will ever forget the memory of running 800 meters with the chill between my legs that day.

This incident was always like a knife hanging over my head. I became more and more anxious, worried that I might have some serious illness, but I was ashamed to speak to outsiders.

Therefore, when I met Wei Qin several times, I was as depressed as a frost-beaten eggplant. No matter how much he teased me, I didn’t respond. In the end, he finally got angry and said that even if I don’t like him, there is no need to treat him like this. , Angrily left with red ears.

I know he misunderstood, but I have no mood or way to explain it.

Seeing that a new week was coming again, I finally couldn't bear it any longer and chose to surrender. When I picked up a physical education class one day, I asked the teacher for leave and went to the infirmary.

On the way to the infirmary, I was struggling to figure out how to speak.I think I have to express it a little more miserable, so that I can appear less embarrassed.

I was afraid that the courage I mustered would fade away halfway, so I quickened my pace. As soon as I got to the infirmary, I went straight to push the door. When I saw the person standing by the desk, I lowered my head and started shouting:

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not feeling well recently. I'm afraid I'm going to die, so come and see..."

As a result, before he could finish speaking, a familiar voice came from beside his ear.

"What's dead?"

It was Teacher Jiang's voice.

I looked up in shock, and finally saw the person in front of me clearly, who was it not Mr. Jiang who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers?I quickly buried my head, as if a hundred Shaanxi men were beating drums in my heart, and a series of blind sounds slid by my ears.

How could it be Teacher Jiang?

"I, I'm joking, I'm sorry Mr. Jiang, I'm leaving first!"

As I said that, I wanted to slip away.

But Mr. Jiang stopped me, his voice was very serious.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? If you're not feeling well, you must tell the teacher."

I felt my ears become hot all of a sudden.That kind of strange thing...how can I tell Mr. Jiang.But I didn't dare to just run away, so I could only turn around and look at him in a daze, and said for a long time: "No, no..."

"It's clear that there is something wrong. This means you don't trust the teacher? Teacher Zhang has something to go out temporarily. If you don't feel well, the teacher will take you to the hospital right now."

Teacher Jiang's voice is very gentle.He stood by the edge of the office and looked at me quietly, his gaze through the lens seemed to comfort me silently.

I started to feel ashamed and nervous. Teacher Jiang cared so much about me, but I didn't want to tell him the truth.Seeing that more than half of the physical education class had passed, I opened my mouth and finally pronounced a few syllables with difficulty.

"That's right, there..." I scratched the hem of my school uniform, "Come on, the toilet...is uncomfortable."

It feels like it took me a century to say that sentence.

But Mr. Jiang was neither impatient nor interrupted.He just listened quietly, his expression calm.

"You mean here?"

Teacher Jiang said, pointing to the space between his legs.

When he did this action, his expression was very natural, without the slightest surprise.I must admit that his downplaying reaction relieved my embarrassment a little.

"Is it painful? Or?" Teacher Jiang continued to ask.

Now that he has started, it will be easy to export the following words.I lowered my head and told what happened very slowly.I said that now I wake up every few mornings to see that kind of dirty stuff, and there are almost no clothes to change.

After listening to Teacher Jiang, he suddenly sighed.

"Why didn't you tell your grandfather? He is in charge of you at home, right?"

I said that I lived in school because my grandpa went away.And I don't dare to say it, it's not that I dare not tell my grandpa, but it would be embarrassing to make a phone call in front of the dorm supervisor.

Well, in fact, it's embarrassing now, but I've said it all, alas.

"Congratulations, Song Chi." Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang pushed his glasses suddenly and showed a very shallow smile. "You're not sick, you're just growing up."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pick up a pen and a notebook on the table, and unfolded the notebook for me to read after writing something on it.

It had a word written on it that I had never seen before.

The "legacy" of regret, and the "fineness" of spirit.

Teacher Jiang read the word as if he was reading a text, and then closed the book with a squeeze of his hand, "This is a very normal physiological phenomenon, as long as it is a boy, it will basically experience it with age, whether it is Alpha, Beta or Omega, there will be both."

After listening to this speech in surprise, I was a little dazed.So I'm not sick?

But before I finished digesting Teacher Jiang's words, he had put down his notebook and pen and walked up to me.

"But it's so frequent, it should have something to do with that kid Wei Qin's bite." Teacher Jiang frowned unconsciously when he mentioned Wei Qin, "Take some medicine and adjust it."

After speaking, Teacher Jiang loosened his brows again, raised his hand and pressed my shoulder very lightly, and quickly retracted it. "Are you still short of clothes? If you need them, the teacher will take you to buy them. Don't be afraid, because such trivial things affect your studies, and it's not worth the candle."