C1 It Turned into a Meat Pie

At exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, I followed the stream of people up the long, stinky escalator to the MRT waiting area.

I put my hand on the top of my backpack to prevent the pickpockets from appearing at any moment, and squeezed my way through the crowd.

There were still more than 10 minutes until the train stop. Most of the people were still on their phones with their heads down while others were chatting in groups. The whole MRT station was in a noisy atmosphere.

It was very noisy, really very noisy, making it hard for people to calm down.

The sound of books flipping sounded beside me. I reflexively turned my head to look.

A girl wearing a student uniform looked like a high school student. She had short golden hair and her earlobes were faintly discernible. Her skirt was a little short, and her white thighs made me look at her more than once. When I looked up again, I found her looking right back at me.

"Does it look good?" she asked.

"Yes, very white." I answered honestly.

"Thank you." She smiled and returned her gaze to the book in her hands.

I took a peek and saw that it was an English textbook. I also had one, but I threw it away a year ago.

"You are only one year older, right? "Very serious." I didn't mean to strike up a conversation, I just wanted to pass the time.

Her gaze was still on the book as she opened her mouth to reply, "Not bad, there's an exam tomorrow. I just want to use my time to review it."

"You can still watch such a noisy environment?"

"If you don't talk to me, I can certainly watch."

She looked at me with a smile on her face, and I wondered if she was hinting at me to shut up.

But I wanted to continue talking to her. She was very interesting, and for the first time I met a girl who smiled and said thank you when she was being peeked at.

"Aren't you curious how I know you're a freshman?"

"You just peeked at my leg. You probably won't let go of my chest, right?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then my eyes fell on her chest. It's pretty big.

No, she must have thought I saw the class and the name embroidered on it.

Zhang Yinying, class three, a year

"Even I wouldn't be happy if you didn't do it yourself."

As she spoke, she folded her hands across her chest and bent her lips slightly downward. Her English textbook was tucked under her arm.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see your name clearly. Can you forgive me?"

She looked me up and down, then suddenly asked, "You don't need to embroider a nameplate in your school?"

"There is no mandatory provision."

"Only you know that my name is unfair. If you tell me your name, I'll forgive you!"

"You don't want to sue me for sexual harassment, do you?"

"What's the big deal about being looked at for a few times?"

"That's true." Not every girl thinks it's a big deal to be stared at. She's special.

I've always wondered, it seems that the less the girls wear, the less they like to show it to others. What kind of mentality is this?

"So, tell me your name!"

"My name is Ding Yi. I'm Ding, one, two, three, four, one."

"One stroke, one stroke, one stroke?"

"One stroke, one stroke."

"Haha, then when you wrote your name, it was really cool." She laughed and bent over.

From the neck you could see the trenches.

We chatted, first about my school, then, for some reason, to the music.

Time passed quickly. The warning light on the ground lit up. The car was about to arrive.

"Can you give me a LINE or a phone number? I'll find you out another day to play. " "No," I said.

"Sure, I'll pass it to you directly. Take out your phone."

As I pull out my cell phone, there's a loud noise in the distance, something like an explosion.

Everyone was looking in the same direction, towards the tracks; it could also be the direction of the train that was about to arrive.

The crowd closest to the source of the sound suddenly screamed and scattered in all directions. Then I saw the front of the train rush up the platform, lay down with several cars, and continue to slide towards me.

My mind was blank and I had no intention of running. In fact, I had nowhere to run.

The men ten meters away from me were turned into minced meat, and at the last moment I chose to hold Zhang Yinying in my arms and turn my back on the sliding carriage.

Then the scene before him completely changed.