If You Don't Go To Hell, Who Will?

Course Selection

That afternoon, when I returned to my dorm room, I saw Lil’ Second in front of the computer, her eyes aglow as her fingers tapped away on the keyboard .

I put down my bag and asked her, “Writing another draft, Second?”

Don’t look down on Lil’ Second because she seems vulgar . She’s actually an internet writer, and supposedly, she’s pretty well-known on a certain site . Of course, everything she wrote was BL . I haven’t read any of it, and truth be told, BL territory kind of scared me . One night, Lil’ Second was watching gay videos in the dorm room . I glanced over and nearly had a breakdown . Lil’ Second pa.s.sionately explained that for ordinary people, the first time they saw a gay video with real people could be overwhelming, and she suggested that I simply watch it a few more times… My gosh . It wasn’t enough that I vomited once . She wanted me to vomit several times more? Did she take me for a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t?

But anyway, while I was in awe of BL and BL fans, it was Lil’ Second who I really admired . I heard that she’d already posted several million characters worth of stories online . I also heard that she couldn’t get to sleep the night before the college entrance exams, so she spent all night writing a BL novella which brought her first slew of readers… Her attachment and dedication to writing was something I, as a fickle1 student, could learn from . Out of curiosity, I once asked her, “Lil’ Second, what does it feel like writing a chapter?”

To this day, I still remember her plucky reply . “Writing these things is like XXOO2 . When you first start out, you’re expectant . As you continue posting, you feel excited . And when you finish a story, you feel happy but also kind of hollow . ”

Boss and Miss Fourth had been present too . The calm and collected Boss and the formidable Miss Fourth both seemed dumbfounded by Lil’ Second’s description . It took them a while to regain their senses, let alone someone like me . After that day, I didn’t dare look down on Lil’ Second again .

From then on, whenever someone asked us what Lil’ Second liked doing, the three of us uniformly replied: She likes XXOO .

OK, I’ve gone quite off topic . Lil’ Second, who I’d thought had been writing a novel, replied, “No, I’m posting on a forum . ”

“Oh . ” Of course . A proper geek had to frequent forum boards .

Lil’ Second suddenly turned around and explained to me, “You see, a pervert’s appeared on the campus . ”

Just then, Boss and Miss Fourth returned and overheard Lil’ Second’s words . Boss walked over to look at the computer screen . Then she said, “There really is . But are they all the same person?”

I wasn’t interested at all . “I’m not worried about perverts . I’m just worried about my finals . ”

Boss turned and gave me a pat on the head . My hair was not yet an inch long, but I was still content with it . However short it was, it was better than having no hair .

Then Boss said, “Right, you don’t have to worry about it . Even if you did, you’d just be worried about female perverts, right?”

Lil’ Second agreed, “Blockhead, you really do look like a young boy right now . One that could cause some to drool a bit…”

I fumed . This was clearly discrimination because of my hairstyle . I knocked Lil’ Second’s head and said, “You’d drool because you’re r.e.t.a.r.ded . That has nothing to do with me . ”

Lil’ Second pushed away my hand and smiled gleefully as she announced, “When it comes to dealing with perverts, I have quite the constructive method . ”

“What?”

Lil’ Second grabbed her chin and spoke seriously, “Find some boys as grand as Lu Zijian to round him up!”

The three of us were speechless .

This idea was too out of left-field . 3