Chapter 1364: Chapter 1364: My Sweetheart Has Lost Her mory Again
Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are in an awkward stage.
Physically, they grow beards, their vocal cords change, they feel impulses towards the opposite sex, and they have reproductive capabilities, but psychologically, they are still seen as children.
They are energetic, full of adventure spirit, also rebellious, extre, and easily fall into stubborn confusion.
…
During the short break between classes, groups of boys crowded into the restroom, sharing a magazine brought by a classmate, reportedly with a stimulating cover and explosive content.
Clyde Sumrs sneered at this.
Blondie and Big Head were squeezed in there, winking at him eagerly, faces full of excitent, as if saying: Co see, it’s such a thrill!
He glanced indifferently, finished urinating, pulled up his pants, and turned to leave.
A bunch of inexperienced kids. Just show them a random bikini photo of a busty foreign girl, and they get excited enough to pitch a tent. Didn’t get enough milk as kids, so they’re obsessed with voluptuous bodies?
Clyde Sumrs couldn’t understand it. He had his own aesthetic, which might be hard to describe in words, but there was a vague outline in his mind.
If it looked like that… he would probably like it.
Suddenly, all the boys in the restroom sward out!
He was also carried forward a few steps by the crowd and imdiately cursed in annoyance: “Damn!”
“Quick, quick! Hurry up!” Blondie saw him stop, anxiously pushing him forward, jumping around as if the Dean of Instruction had suddenly appeared.
He wasn’t afraid of the Dean of Instruction. His dad just donated more than 15 thousand to the school recently, so the Dean wouldn’t bother him. Besides, he wasn’t involved in circulating the explicit materials.
Blondie pushed him a few tis, afraid of missing out on sothing, and left him to eagerly climb up the wall himself—
Beside the boys’ restroom was the school wall, not very high, with a few bricks stacked at the base. A line of boys lay unevenly on the wall, peering in one direction.
“Here she cos! Here she cos!”
“Look quickly! She’s coming out!”
“Where?… Hey, move your hand! You’re blocking …”
“Ah, she’s coming over! She’s coming!”
They whispered to each other, faces filled with excitent. Clyde Sumrs didn’t need to look to guess they were definitely watching a woman.
Big Head lay on the wall, twisting his body halfway to signal him: “Co on, Clyde! Hurry, if you don’t look now, you won’t get another chance! The most beautiful in Clearwater!”
Clyde raised an eyebrow slightly, “From the Richards Family?”
“No, even prettier than redith Richards!”
In Clearwater, the highest praise for a woman’s appearance was: prettier than redith Richards.
Clyde Sumrs beca slightly interested, stepped onto the bricks, and climbed up.
In the distance, he saw a woman in a tight-fitting slit dress gracefully walking by, her figure enchanting, her deanor elegant, holding a plastic bucket filled with dark stuff, like garbage.
One had to admire that when a person is beautiful, even throwing away trash looks like a lotus blooming with every step.
The woman walked to the place where garbage was piled, emptied the contents of the bucket, and a faint sll of traditional dicine spread in the air.
As she turned to leave, the boys on the wall whistled, with a light, cheerful tune.
The woman looked back, facing the golden sunlight, and smiled charmingly, a brilliance like a blooming epiphyllum, but only for a mont. She had already turned her back, carrying the empty plastic bucket away from the street.
“Interesting.” Clyde Sumrs asked Big Head next to him, “Who is that woman?”
“Jasmine Blanc, she’s from the Blanc Family.” Big Head gazed longingly in the direction the woman left, “Her husband died, so she moved back with her family.”
“Married, huh? How old is she?”
“Seems to be thirty-seven or thirty-eight…”
Clyde Sumrs almost fell off the wall, glaring at the group, “Are you guys crazy?! You climbed that high just to see an auntie?!”
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