The Journey of King Arthur

This is about myself, and you can read it or not.

I am studying in a technical secondary school, studying computer animation production.

And this matter is mainly between No. 4 and No. 3.

No. 3 and I are both men. I am relatively thin, with a height of 1.76, but only 96 pounds. I also want to make my body stronger, but I can't because I was so weak when I was very young.

She is the thinnest in the class and cannot absorb nutrients. She will suffer from diarrhea after drinking three bowls of chicken soup. This may be due to the two serious illnesses she suffered when she was a child.

Number 3 has very good physical fitness. He plays basketball every day. How can I put it well? He can beat me with one hand.

Because we were seated very close to each other, he was my deskmate.

I don't like him, it can even be described as disgusting. Of course, this idea only appeared later. This idea appeared too late...

Naturally, I studied my major because I like it, so I basically ranked in the top five every time in completing the computer operation homework in class, and I may be a person who has always been responsible for it at home.

I am a nanny (I have basically taken care of my relatives’ children since they were seven years old). Or I have no friends (in my impression, I can really call them friends (since I was a child).

Large, and including no contact after graduation (no more than ten)) and other reasons because they are too soft-hearted.

So after finishing, if my classmates don't know how to do it, I will choose to help.

And No. 3 is a militant, and he often falls in love with and kills his good friend No. 14. It is true that they love and kill each other, because they basically have to fight once a day, and when they are good, they get better very quickly.

So they were often warned by the teacher many times. Finally, half a month later this semester, they finally settled down.

Therefore, I was often asked by No. 3 to teach him how to do homework, and I naturally agreed and patiently taught him step by step.

From time to time, I am willing to help him with some small favors, although as long as it is a personal request, I usually will not refuse. For example, if I am in the first class, then one of the students in the second class asks me to help him draw a painting.

, I also drew one directly for him.

So I helped him a lot, even when he was sleepy and wanted to lay his head on my lap, I actually agreed to it!

Then I regretted why I was so close to him before...

A month ago, the homework assigned by the teacher became more and more difficult, so I often didn't have time to teach him, and he kept pestering me. When I finished teaching him, I found that he couldn't even finish it.

He didn't do the basics. I asked him and the reason he told me was that he couldn't do it.

Because there was indeed something wrong with the method I taught him. In order to hurry up (otherwise I wouldn't have time to finish), I did it step by step in front of him until it was finished.

But you can’t not even know the most basic things!

This is my idea.

Next, although he was a little reluctant, he still finished the homework by asking him to put one part in and then delete it, and then asked him to delete that part, although it would take a long time.

Then later, he would start touching my body randomly from time to time, touching my thighs at least once a day, even my waist, back, etc.

I don’t have many friends and I don’t know if this situation is normal. However, in my impression, it is abnormal, so I often report this matter to the teacher, and the teacher only gives him a verbal warning and tells him to sit aside.

I did other things, but he wouldn't listen, and then he continued. After a week of contact like this, and thinking about some of the heart-warming little details he sometimes did, I gave up resisting, but I was still very reluctant inside.

In the following time, the homework became more and more difficult, and it even took two classes (one morning) to complete one homework.

Naturally, I don't have time to teach him.

He was not happy and looked at me angrily and asked, "Will you teach me or not?"

His words became the first fuse that ignited the dynamite keg in my heart.

"Don't teach! Who told you not to listen carefully in class!" This is my answer.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you!"

When I heard this sentence, I was completely stunned.

"I have helped you so much, but you would hit me for such a trivial matter!" I said in disbelief.

Then he left the classroom angrily. I thought he knew what he was doing was wrong, but it turned out that I thought too much and he just gave up doing his homework.

Then he completely let himself go and once again fell in love with his best friend.

Just this morning, his good friend didn't come this time, so he sat next to me in all kinds of boredom, not doing his homework, watching TV, and occasionally messing with me. Then, because No. 2 didn't come,

, and there is a problem with my machine and it cannot be done.

The teacher asked me to sit in seat 2 and finish my homework.

The teacher's clothes were placed on seat No. 2, so I put them in the only open space where I could move without standing up.

Between computers number two and three.

So he exploded and told me to put my clothes somewhere else! He said he was too dirty! Please, you and your gay friends can fight and roll around on the floor all day without getting dirty. Tell me.

You dislike the teacher's dirty clothes!

In addition, because of his harsh tone and his restless hands, I also exploded.

"You can't just put it aside yourself, and what's so dirty about it?!"

"Believe it or not, I will beat you!"

He didn't say much more, that's all.

This is the fourth time he has said this to me. The other two times he asked me to teach him his homework.

I didn't answer, just looked at him.

So, he took action...

The teacher stopped me before he punched me once.

The teacher asked him to sit aside, but he didn't listen and just watched the video...

I am a useless person. Every time I think about this incident in class, I want to cry, but I have to pretend to be strong. I yawn every time I shed tears...

Ten minutes before get out of class ended, I breathed (cryed) again...

After class, everyone slowly left. Only one person came to me and asked about my situation. I quickly dropped the topic and pretended that nothing happened, chatting with my classmates with a smile...

...

Then write it down...

I did not maliciously vilify the image of No. 3. Now that I think about it, I feel it has been beautified a bit. There are a lot of bad things about him that I have not written about. His interpersonal relationships in the class are also very poor. Only five people can have a good conversation.

Six, (I used to be a guy and maybe I would have been nice to him before, maybe because I thought people of the same sex were attracted to each other... I was really presumptuous)

For a person like me...what should I do after entering the society...

Note: I am not Gey! But I didn’t write it well, so you misunderstood.