Chapter 7 fishy (1)

Walked into the classroom and sat down, the moment he sat down, something flowed out from below, Chen Yan immediately tightened his body, it should be this month's menstruation.Yuan Jing was still folding the paper boat, and Chen Yan pressed against her ear and said, "Have you brought a sanitary napkin?" "You came?" "Well, I think it's coming!" "I came before I headed out in the morning and our hours are the same again this month!" "Yeah, ask Fang Rongrong if it's today, give me the sanitary napkin!" Yuan Jing took out a sanitary napkin from his schoolbag, and the two exchanged hands under the table. Chen Yan stuffed the sanitary napkin into his sleeve, and trotted to the toilet.A ball of paper landed on Fang Rongrong's table. It was squeezed too tightly and it took a lot of effort to open it. Yuan Jing threw it over: "Did it come today?"

The small ball of paper in the reply passed over the heads of several people, and landed firmly on Yuan Jing's table. Fang Rongrong replied, "It probably came in the middle of the night." In the past six months, the menstruation time difference of these three girls has never exceeded 5 hours.This physiological phenomenon that comes every month has sweetly reached a consensus in the small group of three.This kind of tacit understanding between girls is something that men will never understand. There is always an unpleasant smell in the toilet. Chen Yan had no desire to urinate at all, but the movement of squatting forced out a few drops of liquid from his body.Chen Yan spread out her underwear, and the small piece in the middle had been stained red, but fortunately, the outer pants were not stained, so she quickly took out a paper towel and wiped it, then put on a sanitary napkin.

Today it was Fang Rongrong's turn to be the student on duty, responsible for cleaning the blackboard that had been ravaged by the teacher.A dust is a small planet, flying around, like the earth, life is staged on it.The blackboard eraser is full of chalk dust, leaving a pale streak when wiped on the blackboard.Fang Rongrong walked to the edge of the podium, knocked the blackboard eraser hard, and the dust that fell was quite heavy. After carefully wiping the blackboard, Fang Rongrong tidied up the podium.The blackboard eraser hadn't been changed for a long time, she looked at the old blackboard eraser in a daze.The blackboard eraser shrunk toward the middle, and the teacher always had red chalk, so there was a long red spot in the center of the blackboard eraser, which looked like a used sanitary napkin.

Today's children are all precocious, and Fang Rongrong was the last girl in the elementary school class to have menstruation.Boys like to peek at girls' sanitary napkins, and they have done a lot of research on the brands of sanitary napkins. It is said that some curious boys have tried them.Finding out the sanitary napkins carefully hidden by girls is something that boys never tire of. Fang Rongrong developed very slowly. In the sixth grade, her chest was still as flat as an airport, and her nipples were soft. She didn't even need to wear a vest.The girl with the largest breasts in the class had menstruation as early as the second semester of the third grade, but after menstruation, she seemed to stop growing, her face became more and more mature, but her body began to develop horizontally.In Fang Rongrong's eyes, she is a monster with a big head, trying hard to break into the world of adults.Fang Rongrong's limbs are very thin, and his skin is as white as paper. It turns red when exposed to the sun, and becomes whiter than before two weeks later. People call it "sweaty white".She is like a plaster statue, her body is hard and brittle.

The boys saw her as a different kind. A boy saw her breasts while she was wearing loose short sleeves, and then he blatantly declared in class that Fang Rongrong's breasts were as small as boys.This incident immediately spread to the whole class. She had to put on a small vest, but she was always tearing it up in the dark, unable to bear the close-fitting restraint. Boys peep at girls' breasts, take off girls' skirts, look at female teachers' panties... These things happen every day. Sometimes, the boys would guess together what underwear the female teacher was wearing, and someone would bet, betting one or two dollars.The boy sitting in the first row is responsible for looking at the teacher's underwear. He will pretend that something has been dropped on the floor, and then bend down to pick it up, sometimes using a mirror.

Until the 6th grade, no boy had found Fang Rongrong's sanitary napkin, so they agreed that Fang Rongrong was the only girl in the class who hadn't menstruated, and everyone was betting on whether she would menstruate before graduating from elementary school.Fang Rongrong knew about this a long time ago, she hated those boys to the bone, and her biggest wish at that time was to be able to torture them.She wished she would never menstruate, pee blood once a month, and use sanitary napkins that smelled like hospitals.Unfortunately, when summer was approaching, Fang Rongrong suddenly found that there was a dark red discharge on her underwear, and she didn't tell her mother about it.But three days later in the morning, she woke up to find blood all over the bed, she was terrified, and the nightmare finally came...

That morning, she was late, and her mother sent her to school and explained the reason to the head teacher.The female head teacher expressed a very understanding attitude. Fang Rong thought to himself, your underwear has been seen all over, so of course I understand.This quickly caught the attention of the boys in the class. Their minds turned around quite quickly, and some people thought that it should be menstruation.Fang Rongrong put the sanitary napkin on the innermost layer of her schoolbag, and specially wore a pair of trousers with deep pockets.But the boy next door discovered her action of taking the sanitary napkin. Fang Rongrong was careful again and again, but when she was called by the teacher to get the homework book, the boy turned over the schoolbag (she was the representative of the Chinese class).When she returned to the classroom with a stack of thick hard leather, she saw a boy standing in the fourth row waving a sanitary napkin, a sanitary napkin with wings, pink, Fang Rongrong knew that It must be my own...

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and all the hardcover copies weighing nearly ten catties fell to the ground. She picked up one and threw it at the boy.The hard copy unfolded in the air, passed over the heads of several students, and landed on the desks in the back row.Fang Rongrong kicked off the ground and started chasing the boy.The boy quickly passed the pads to another boy, and then a third boy provoked in the last row with the whole bag of pads. Fang Rongrong was so wronged that she wanted to cry for a moment, and various ancient tortures flashed through her mind, "This one will be mausoleum, this one will be ransacked, this one will be fired...".The preparatory bell pulled everyone back, and a boy was still dangling on the podium with the ripped sanitary napkin.As the teacher's footsteps approached, he tore off the seal of the sanitary napkin tape and stuck it on the blackboard.

The boy behind threw the whole bag of sanitary napkins onto Fang Rongrong's table, the table slipped, and the whole bag of sanitary napkins slid along the table to the floor. "I can't do without it, I can't go home, what can I do without it, the pad is almost soaked... I can't tell my mother, I don't know how to tell her, and I can't tell the teacher... I need someone to call me They, beat them to death... I have no one to look for, my brother is in Wuchang... I can't say why I beat them..." Fang Rongrong bent sideways, blushing, and picked up the sanitary napkin that fell on the ground.

The sanitary napkin with wings opens its arms to welcome the teacher, like a pink butterfly, ready to take off at any time.Someone below couldn't help laughing, the teacher cleared his throat, then the blackboard eraser slapped the table hard, and said, "Who did it?" No one answered, only people laughed...Fang Rongrong's face was obviously congested, and on her face as white as toilet paper, the red mass seemed to be a wound... The class bell rang, from elementary school to high school, the harsh class bell has never changed its pattern.Doraemon's alarm clock repeats "Slacker, wake up, slacker wake up..." with a big grin in the morning, and Bach's small steps are also included in the optional ringtones of telephones, and the ringtones of mobile phones are even more With each passing day, why doesn't anyone change the school bell?

Fang Rongrong stepped off the podium and returned to his seat.There was a dull pain in her stomach, Fang Rong gritted her teeth, she knew that this was just a prelude, and the pain would develop and grow soon, jumping up and down throughout the womb, more violent than Wukong.The math teacher walked into the classroom. Spring came, and he changed into a shirt.Several of the boys started laughing, and the teacher tucked his shirt into his underpants, revealing a smudge of army green.The news quickly spread throughout the class, "The panties are exposed again, today they are army green." Fang Rongrong was not in the mood for entertainment, she pinched her left hand with her right hand, trying to distract the pain from one kind of pain by another. "There is nothing we can do about it. The first two years of a child's menstruation must not be smooth! You, as a mother, must know this. You can see that there is nothing wrong with the child after being checked. You should adjust it with her. Take care of me, there is no other way!" Why are there so many male doctors in obstetrics and gynecology?Chen Yan didn't dare to look her in the eye, the two doctors in this consulting room are both men, how many women's private parts will they have to see in their lifetime?When going out, Chen Yan glanced at the inner room, and she saw a thin and thin foot being put on the machine.She couldn't help poking inside again. A girl was lying on the torture device, her legs were spread apart, and the black hair in the middle was exposed.A doctor put on gloves, pulled out a torture-like instrument, and stepped into the dangling legs.She didn't dare to look more, and didn't dare to let her mother notice that she was watching, so she was gently dragged out of the consulting room by her mother. "I told you! It's useless to see a doctor. It's not a big deal at all. Just don't have any obstacles in your heart!" The blood flowed uncontrollably, and Chen Yan worried that he would die due to excessive blood loss.The thin sanitary napkin became extremely heavy after absorbing too much blood, and it made a moderate noise when it was thrown into the trash can.I'm in junior high school, and I've had my period for nearly three years, and it's still not smooth.The cycle is messy, sometimes at the beginning of the month, sometimes at the middle of the month, and sometimes at the end of the month.The most turbulent time came, Chen Yan suffered for 13 days, and the life with the sanitary napkin sandwiched between his legs was not easy at all. Chen Yan always had a large pack of sanitary napkins in his schoolbag, like a martyr, ready to bleed all the time. It was Yuan Jing who stabilized her menstrual cycle. Since she was at the same table with Yuan Jing, the two menstrual cycles began to approach a little bit, and finally unified smoothly.Chen Yan's irregular menstruation finally settled into menstruation. Yuan Jing has never suffered from menstrual pain. From the beginning of her menarche, she has a certain time, which usually ends in 4 or 5 days, without excessive tides or dysmenorrhea. Even though he had a stable menstrual cycle, Chen Yan still couldn't escape the huge flow, and this time was no exception.After school, Chen Yan clamped his legs tightly when going down the stairs, fearing that gravity would bring out more blood.Cheng Ke rushed up from behind, and the two walked up the most gloomy stairs in the whole school. "Aren't you going to send Zhang Li off today?" "Her family came to pick her up today." "Oh……" "Let's go faster, this staircase is too dark, it's uncomfortable to walk on." "You go first, I'll slow down, I can't walk fast today." "coming?" "Yep." Cheng Ke stood behind Chen Yan, watching her tight steps, her walking path was winding.The two got on the bus in a hurry, and they separated in the chaotic crowd.After seven or eight people, Cheng Ke saw Chen Yan, and he made a gesture to squeeze over to her. Chen Yan shook his head lightly, indicating that he didn't need it.Cheng Ke stopped his momentum and turned his head sideways to the window.The overloaded bus started, and Chen Yan looked out the window on the other side. A strange body was squeezing Chen Yan, this kind of squeezing was closer than the already full squeeze in the bus.Chen Yan didn't want to ignore it, and took the squeeze as a little uneven pressure distribution in the cabin.But it didn't take long for the squeeze to strike again, and a man's body was laid on top of hers, aggressively.Chen Yan looked towards the source of the pressure, and a man in his 30s looked at her calmly.Then, his stick hit her waist, Chen Yan understood what it meant, and desperately tried to hide, but there was no vacant space in the airtight carriage. "Cheng Ke!" Chen Yan called out. Her trembling voice reached Cheng Ke's ears. Cheng Ke turned his head and saw Chen Yan's anxious face. He didn't know exactly what happened, but he subconsciously pushed aside the flesh between the two and walked to her side. "What's wrong?" Cheng Ke whispered in her ear. Chen Yan moved his body and hid in Cheng Ke's body. "It's nothing, just stand with me!" In the 80s, the bus was the primary form of transportation for most people.Chen Yan still remembers that when he was a child, he often saw people picking up cars. People seemed to be playing acrobatics, grasping the bumps and recesses of the closed car doors, and stepping on the part of the bottom of the car that was left outside the door, using a revolutionary attitude to reach their goals. land. "That thing all over her skirt?" "Huh? Really?" "At first, she didn't know it. It was all behind the skirt, and she didn't even see it." "It's a long way from the station to the factory. Didn't everyone on the road see it!" "It's Sarah! Later, when she entered the factory, the master worker in the factory pulled her aside..." "Really..." "She was still a girl at that time, and she couldn't figure out what was going on..." It took a long time for Chen Yan to understand the ins and outs of the stories his mother often told his middle-aged female friends. The protagonist of the story is a good friend of my mother. At that time, she was just 19 years old, graduated from high school, and joined the work with passion.At that time, there were very few buses, and crowding the buses every morning was like a war.Every bus is overloaded.My mother's friend squeezes the car to work every day, commonly known as running a monthly ticket. One day, she put on a beautiful dress, the silk skirt wrapped around her fledgling buttocks.After putting on the skirt, she was a little excited and a little apprehensive, looking left and right all the way to get on the bus.After staying in the canned car for half an hour, she twisted her body before getting out of the car. On the way from the station to the factory, she found that people were looking back at her all the time. Could it be because of the skirt?People who look at her look at her with contempt. Does she have to be despised even if she wears a skirt?It's the 1980s, the reform and opening up, and you won't be criticized for wearing a beautiful skirt, she comforted herself.When they arrived at the factory, all the people looked behind her in amazement, and an old worker dragged her to the toilet.Only then did she realize that there was a large sticky liquid behind the skirt, like a mixture of glue and milk.The old master pressed her ear and told her: "That's semen...something made by men..." She was still puzzled, and the old master explained to her for nearly 10 minutes before she suddenly realized.After all, there was no sex education in China at that time. After figuring out the story, Chen Yan felt obscene every time he rubbed against countless strangers on the bus. Now the bus is not as crowded as it was back then, and there should be no one smoking without being noticed.But men's nature is hard to change, and within the allowed range, they will always plot against women.Chen Yan also encountered it once, and it was still during menstruation. Squatting on the toilet, Chen Yan's place was unbearably hot and humid, and a large ball of blood gushed out.She flushed the toilet and got into the shower.The blood and clear water mixed together and flowed into the drain. Chen Yan recalled the situation on the bus just now, and only felt that the man's expressionless desire was still lingering nearby.She turned on the water, trying to wash away the impudent desire. Through the sound of water, Chen Yan heard the sound of the mobile phone, she speeded up the flushing speed, put on a clean sanitary napkin, put on the pajamas that had been exposed to the sun, and walked out of the bathroom. It was Cheng Ke's text message: What happened in the car today? The guy next to me was trying to take advantage of me. ah? !Then why don't you tell me? Fortunately, I didn't take it, nothing... Be careful in the future! um, i know Then go to bed early and drink some milk before going to bed! Well, you should go to bed early too. Cheng Ke is a relative, and when he was in physical contact with him, he didn't have a hot physical reaction, but it was very comfortable, and there was something warm like gas that gently enveloped the two of them...