Chapter 9 Chapter Eight The Bored Boy

Speaking of the disputes caused by boys calling in my freshman year, I have to mention some things I encountered on other occasions.Something about suitors. When I was a freshman, I met several boring boys.I am also very bored now, so I just wrote them out of boredom, and everyone can read them casually.for free. At that time, I still thought about the boy in high school.I am a person with a complex of prestigious schools, because I did not get into the best prestigious schools in China, so when I entered this school, I made up my mind to overcome all difficulties, and I must find a man with the best famous background in China to be my boyfriend.This idea has always been firm.Don't laugh at me, and don't call me stupid.Some people are always allowed to have some special hobbies.I also know that famous school buildings are not everything.

But I just like it.It's like someone likes brand-name clothes. In fact, the style and texture of the clothes are average, and it may not suit her. It doesn't mean anything after wearing them, but she likes them, and she is willing to spend any money, even if she waits for a discount to buy them.When I was a freshman, I had this kind of psychology about love.Unable to recover from the shadow of failure in the college entrance examination When he came out, he pinned his hopes about famous school buildings in high school on the "other half".It is conceivable that the boys in our school had no place in my heart at that time.It is an exaggeration to say that I have never looked at any boy in school.Because there is absolutely no need to look at it.The boys in the whole school did not meet one of the prerequisites for me to find a boyfriend, that is—boys from the best prestigious schools in China.

At that time, I didn't have many opportunities to meet boys from prestigious schools. In fact, I still don't have many opportunities to meet a large number of students from Tsinghua University and Peking University.It just so happened that the boy I liked in middle school went to Tsinghua University again.So, I went with the flow and continued this relationship.That's how I now analyze my feelings for him at the time. There is no one else in the freshman year, and it is no longer a purely emotional liking, but has evolved into an ideal sustenance. In this state of mind, it is funny to think back to the boys I met in my freshman year.I think my writing about former suitors with such an attitude may cause dissatisfaction among some readers, because they may have done similar things to other girls.When they read the following text, they would worry whether the girl he chased back then would taunt them mercilessly.I hesitated again and again, but decided to write it out, even if it ruined my image.The purpose is to tell other boys who haven't chased girls before, not to make similar mistakes in the process of chasing girls.

It is true that men chase women across mountains. The first boring guy I ever met was in the library. One night in my freshman year, I ran to the library as usual.Read a book for a while.Suddenly a notebook slid across the table.I saw it said, you look very good at reading, can I get to know you? I looked up at the boy, he didn't look too disgusting.The pen writing is also good.It's a pity that I found the wrong partner, such a vulgar way of getting close.Did you copy it from a romance novel?Be careful that the author sues you for copyright infringement.I like romance, but I hate all copied romance.Romance is a kind of creativity. (Aside, it is said that many boys also

Going to rent romance novels to read is to learn two more tricks when you are a MM.It's too vulgar, if unfortunately MM finds out that you are imitating the plot of a romance novel, you can find a piece of tofu and kill you. ) I lowered my head and continued to read, calm and composed. He took the book over.After a while, the notebook slid in front of me.It says, you are from the School of Foreign Languages, right?I seem to have seen you at a party. I raised my head again and said word for word, I'm sorry, I've never been to any parties.The boy looked at me confidently.When I saw his eyes, I was annoyed. He is not a lover, so why are you so confident?Isn't it just good looking?If a man doesn't work in the sex industry, don't use that handsome face as a trump card, it's useless.Little MM is so hot, isn't it, I still think you are a little boy.If you have a shy look in your eyes, I might still feel that you are a little sincere. You look at me so cynically, I just think you are bored. (Narrator, don't look too experienced when approaching girls. A cynical look will appear very insincere and easily lead to disgust.)

I pushed the book over.Ignore it, continue to read, calm and composed. In less than a minute, he slid the notebook over again.It says, don't read it, let's go for a walk, shall we? I'm bored, I don't like such boys, I don't like such boys at all.Boring, incompetent, shameless.I closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and walked out quickly. As soon as he went out, the man followed him.I ignore it and go downstairs.I met a girl in my class at the stairs, she glanced at me, then at the boy walking beside me, and smiled ambiguously. I feel insulted.I just want to go back to the dormitory quickly, such a ignorant man.

As soon as he got out of the library, he said, don't go so fast, let's get to know each other. I'm from the History Department of the 99th grade. I see that you look familiar. Are you from the School of Foreign Languages?what is your phone number?Where is your hometown? I walked in front, and he kept yelling and talking beside me.Looks like a seasoned pick-up girl.And the real master of picking up girls will never take the initiative to cling to girls.Real masters have girls who want to throw themselves into their arms if they want to live or die.Just like a truly attractive and tasteful man will understand that most women in this world can make him sleep, a few women can make him fall in love, and very few women can make him fall in love.Three theories of excellent men.All of this, a man will understand after soaking to a certain level.

I turned my head and said, I won't tell you. He was stunned for a while, and then smiled smartly. Then he took out his pen and wrote something in the notebook while walking. I squinted to see how fast he was writing. After a while, he tore a piece of paper from his notebook and handed it to me. I hesitated for a moment, curious, took it, and saw 8 numbers and a name written on it, and there was a sentence: contact me. I didn't speak.He lowered his head and carefully folded the piece of paper.Fold in half, fold in half again, fold in half again, the man continued, to which building?Do you want to go back to the dormitory now?

I didn't answer him and continued to fold the paper.Until it is folded into a centimeter square and cannot be folded any further, then hold it tightly in your hand.Walk forward quickly. There was a trash can ten meters ahead. I raised my hand and threw the squarely folded note into it. The man stopped dumbly. I continued walking quickly.I think we're all cheap. (Aside, if the girl doesn't show any affection for you, please don't leave contact information rashly, otherwise there will only be three endings. First, the contact information will be thrown away on the spot. Second, you wait obsessively, and She will never contact you, and third, she contacts you because she is about to tease you or wants to find someone to buy her dinner. She is as likely to contact you because she has a crush on you as Mars is to Earth .Girls who really have a bit of capital will not rashly meet a young man of unknown origin. Conclusion: When you meet a girl you like, don’t leave your phone number, it’s better to ask the other party for a phone number.)

The second boring boy I met was in the cafeteria.He asked me to borrow napkins so he also made a serious mistake, a man who eats without napkins looks dirty.He asked: "Student, can you lend me a napkin?" He sat down opposite me and stared at me as if he wanted to have a long talk with me.I quickly thought that if I talk to him, we might meet, he might be my boyfriend, then maybe one day when I kiss him, I will roll vegetables out of his mouth or make my mouth full of lard .This assumption makes me feel extremely sick.So I threw him a pack of napkins as fast as I could, got up and left even faster. (Aside, when you find a MM in the cafeteria to strike up a conversation, don’t use the excuse of borrowing a napkin. If that MM is as rich as my imagination, you will have no hope at all. Why don’t you buy her a drink as an excuse to strike up a conversation. Hello, she is also good, Really? But don't blame me if she doesn't say a word, slaps her ass after drinking her drink sullenly. My excuse is "unpredictable people". Then I don't know that there are such cool girls what!)

I met the third boy in the study room.After I went to college, I took self-study three times in my freshman year.This happened to one of them. I was sitting in the classroom bored, watching the pointer slowly go round and round, my book turned page after page, both bored and scared, afraid that I would not be able to read the textbook like this, during the exam what to do.Looking back now, I was really naive at the time, and I mistakenly thought that the university's liberal arts test scores and reading textbooks in normal times are directly related.However, the experience of those three self-study sessions made me understand that in college, class is boring, get out of class is boring, falling in love is even more boring, and self-study is the highest state of boredom. Far away.I went to the bathroom in the middle of the self-study, and when I came back, I found a note on the open textbook, with a phone number written on it, and a sentence "Can I get to know you?" I looked around, there were no boys within a radius of one meter, and there were a few boys within a radius of two meters, but they were all hard at work, and no one gave me sneaky glances, even if they only used their eyes to hint to me that he wrote the note.No, nothing.I was the only one holding the note in a daze. I have had several guesses, for example, this is a bet made by the boys' dormitory to see if there is any MM who is so easy to take the bait.For example, when I impatiently flipping through textbooks during self-study, a girl around me disliked her, and she decided to make fun of me.For example, this note was put in by someone from another classroom, but it was misplaced.I made many assumptions.The only conclusion I can draw is that the call cannot be made. I didn't even look at the person who delivered the note. If he looked so sour and weak, I couldn't hide in time, how could I call him.Besides, leaving a note without leaving your name or showing your face is clearly insincere.It's not insincerity, at least it's a sign of lack of confidence.Ignore such a man. (Aside, when leaving a phone number for MM, be sure to write your name, or even a nickname or something, and show your face, at least let MM see what you look like. Otherwise, if you look too sorry, and MM It's inhumane to call you several times without knowing it.) I don't know if the few examples I gave are helpful to men chasing girls on campus.When it comes to chasing girls, you still need to be more flexible, adapt to the situation, and prescribe the right medicine.The few examples I have given above are only for the purpose of attracting new ideas. To really master this skill, it still needs to be pondered by the boys themselves, to master it, and to learn and use it flexibly.It is the true nature of a man to live and learn.