A sharp pain on his head jolted Murin Tristan out of his dreamy slumber surrounded by beautiful women. A piece of chalk rolled back and forth on the table in front of him, as if mocking him.
Anyone who is awakened from a deep sleep by external disturbances is bound to feel inexplicable anger. Especially when he was in the middle of such a rare and wonderful dream, on the verge of having some intimate moments with those sexy beauties in his dream. At this crucial moment... Murin Tristan was so angry that he slammed his palm on the table and started cursing, "Damn it! Who the hell did this?" While wiping away the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Hahaha... The loud laughter in the hall reminded Murin Tristan that he seemed to be in the classroom and lifted his head in a daze.
The roar of laughter from the whole class reminded Murin Tristan that he was in the classroom. With a start, he looked up.
What greeted his eyes was a face distorted with anger on the podium. That face, which seemed extremely detestable to Murin Tristan, belonged to the lecturer of their traditional Chinese medicine class, a bald old man. He was a well - known strict professor in Murin Tristan's school. His classes were incredibly boring. Murin Tristan would bet his bottom dollar that if this old man went into the field of treating insomnia, he would surely achieve greater success.
"Murin Tristan! You, you get out of here right now! Don't ever come to my class again." The old man was so angry that he was trembling violently, as if having an epileptic fit. At his age, it was worrying that he might drop dead at any moment.
The class was dull, and this rare commotion provided some entertainment. Immediately, quite a few gossipy girls started pointing and whispering.
"Oh my, it's that pervert Murin Tristan from Class Five again. This is the sixth time this week."
"He even dares to sleep in Professor Huang's class. He's really bold."
"That pervert harasses every woman he sees. How shameless." The girl who said this had an extremely unattractive face. She even held her chest in a show of fear, causing several boys sitting next to her to feel nauseous. Lady, you can rest assured. He wouldn't even look at you.
"I heard he doesn't like to wear underwear. How disgusting!" Women usually have rich imaginations. There was no such rumor on campus. She used the phrase "I heard" to shift her opinion onto non - existent sources. That's how most gossip is born.
"……"
Murin Tristan stood up and walked out of the amphitheater classroom gloomily under the gaze and whispers of nearly two hundred students in Class Four. Damn it, if I'm asked to leave, I'll leave. Who cares! His lectures are so boring and unappealing. What right does he have to criticize others? All he does is read every chapter and section of *Compendium of Materia Medica* from beginning to end without missing a single word. What else can he do? I've never fallen asleep in the class taught by that new and beautiful teacher of meridian studies. I was always as energetic as a randy rooster in her class. Well, that's true, but Murin Tristan seemed to have forgotten one very important thing: he spent at least four or five times more time staring at the new teacher's D - cup chest and her round, alluring buttocks than looking at the blackboard.
The boy who was kicked out of the classroom was indeed named Murin Tristan. He could be considered an extremely unlucky person. He was abandoned on the street by his heartless parents right after he was born. Fortunately, a single old man who worked as a gatekeeper took pity on him and picked him up. The old man gave him his surname, Murin, and named him Tristan, which means "a gift from heaven".
The gatekeeper's income was meager. The old man and the young boy depended on each other in poverty. However, misfortune struck. When Murin Tristan was in the second grade of primary school, his adoptive father passed away due to illness. He had no relatives, and all he left for Murin Tristan was a small house and a rather substantial amount of personal insurance compensation.
Murin Tristan, who was already naughty, became even more unruly without proper discipline. He smoked, drank, skipped classes, cheated, and his greatest hobbies were reading pornographic books, watching adult videos, and shamelessly pestering beautiful girls. When he was young, he harassed the little girl next door who was his age. As he grew older, his interest shifted to young girls. If the old man's soul knew about this little pervert he had picked up, he would probably be so angry that he'd crawl out of his grave.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Murin Tristan was a scoundrel of society. His despicable behavior was worthy of this not - so - elegant title. However, he wouldn't do things like murder, arson, rape, or extortion. Although he was a scoundrel, he had his principles. To put it nicely, Murin Tristan was at most a parasite of society. He was idle and wasted material resources, but he wouldn't do anything that violated the law and caused serious harm to society. Murin Tristan was lazy but not stupid. He knew very well the consequences of going against the constitution, which was like going against the country. He knew it even better than the faces and figures of the heroines in the dozens of high - definition, top - notch adult videos he had watched more than fifty times each.
He indulged and degenerated through primary school, junior high school, and high school. Finally, during the college entrance examination, Murin Tristan had a stroke of luck. Right in front of him was Zhao Qian, a girl in the same grade who had never ranked lower than fifth in major exams at their school. This was a golden opportunity, and Murin Tristan naturally wouldn't miss it. The rich cheating experience he had accumulated over more than ten years finally came in handy. First, he resorted to threats and bribes against that top - student. He threatened to pester her relentlessly, and even went as far as to say he'd rape and kill her if she didn't cooperate.
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Zhao Qian wasn't really "qian" (pretty). Usually, a woman's academic performance is inversely proportional to her appearance. Zhao Qian could be considered one of those who were on par with dinosaurs in terms of looks. Murin Tristan knew he didn't have the guts to carry out his threats. But there are some women in the world who, even if they look as ugly as a toad, still think they're beautiful. Zhao Qian was one of those "self - proclaimed" beauties.
This poor "beauty" had no choice under the double threat of "rape" and "murder". Murin Tristan had always had the image of a street - tough and hooligan at school. If he failed the exam and got desperate, her bright future and wonderful youth would come to an untimely end. In the end, she obediently cooperated and also got to witness Murin Tristan's amazing cheating skills, which could even be written into textbooks.
In this way, this good - for - nothing scoundrel managed to squeeze into the key medical university he was currently attending. He didn't choose this university on a whim, with the noble intention of saving people from illness and suffering. There was a simple and only reason: after becoming a doctor in the future, he could openly look at the naked bodies of beautiful female patients and justifiably use a common medical term: examination.
Of course, he wouldn't take advantage of them for nothing. Murin Tristan would do his best to cure their illnesses. It would be a pity if such beautiful bodies disappeared from the world. Compared with those heartless doctors who only wanted to swindle money from patients, he thought his thoughts were much more noble. Although, given his current academic situation, his medical skills after graduation might not be better than those of some rural bare - foot doctors.
The insurance money left by the old man was almost used up after his extravagance. But if he saved a bit, it was still enough for him to finish college. So, he could still live a carefree life during the four years of college. It didn't matter if his grades were bad. With a diploma from a key university, it wouldn't be a problem to find a job to get by for the rest of his life.
Everything seemed to be developing in a relatively ideal direction, but currently, an extremely serious problem loomed in front of him: he was already in his sophomore year of college, almost 20 years old, and he still didn't have a girlfriend. He had never experienced the wonderful feeling of sex. In other words - Murin Tristan was still a virgin.
This was really a damn serious and urgent problem. Every time he thought about it, Murin Tristan would shudder. It was as if he could hear the mocking laughter of thousands of people: "Haha, this guy is still a virgin!"
If it were in other places, Murin Tristan might not have cared. But in Shangjing, a city known for its sexual openness, ranking among the top in the country and almost comparable to Europe and America, where it was difficult to find a virgin outside of kindergarten, being a virgin after the age of 16 was already a shameful thing. If he was still a virgin at 20, the problem was not just serious. It was easy for people to suspect that there were some serious physical problems.
Murin Tristan, who was physically perfectly normal, naturally didn't want others to have such a face - losing misunderstanding about him. But he was helpless. In terms of theoretical knowledge, few people in the world were more knowledgeable than him. He had been watching adult videos since primary school. By now, he had accumulated thousands, if not tens of thousands, of them. A small half of the old man's insurance money had been spent on this. If Murin Tristan became an AV director, he would surely be very competent. He had memorized all the sexual positions and techniques through countless mental rehearsals and believed he could perform them effortlessly. But everything was ready except the crucial element - a girlfriend. The failure to combine theory with practice made Murin Tristan extremely frustrated. Up to now, he could only look at the posters of sexy female stars and review the well - rehearsed theories in his mind.
Among the six people in Murin Tristan's dormitory, the eldest and the second eldest already had girlfriends. Their usual weekend pastime was to go to a hotel and have sex. The fourth one was a literary and sentimental type. Murin Tristan had thought that it would take at least until after graduation for him to solve the serious problem of being a virgin. However, the truth surprised him. That guy managed to develop a relationship with a talented girl from discussing *The Long Ballad* and *The Book of Songs* to exploring *The Plum in the Golden Vase* and *The Carnal Prayer Mat*. Since they had reached that stage, they naturally also explored some mysterious and wonderful things in the world, such as the mysteries of the human body. As a result, one more precious virgin disappeared from the world, and Murin Tristan lost a comrade who was striving towards the same goal.
The fifth one, the quietest in the dormitory, was extremely active online. He even had several one - night stands through QQ dating. Murin Tristan had learned from him for a while, but he didn't even touch a woman's hair. After 96 failures, he gave up this seemingly most feasible way in despair.
What made him even more resentful was the third one, nicknamed "lady - killer". According to the evaluations of the other dormitory members, he had changed girlfriends more often than he used toilet paper. In fact, the third one wasn't rich, nor was he as handsome as Pan An. He didn't have any of the qualities that could attract girls, such as good grades, being a sports star. In terms of grades, they were all about the same, hovering between retakes and make - up exams. A score of 60 was something to celebrate with champagne and fireworks. In terms of appearance, Murin Tristan was even more handsome, taller, and stronger. Although he wouldn't compare himself to Arnold Schwarzenegger, he was at least tall and upright.
All these reasons combined made Murin Tristan unable to believe that he was inferior to the third one. He even secretly peeked at the third one's private part when he was using the toilet to make a comparison. The result was reassuring. Although the third one's member was quite impressive, like a fine weapon, it was still a bit smaller than Murin Tristan's. Murin Tristan was quite confident in his manly equipment. Among all his body parts, this was the one he was most satisfied with. He reckoned that God had spent a little more time on this part when creating him. When the whole dormitory gathered around the computer to watch the European and American porn series Murin Tristan brought, sighing at the size of the foreigners' private parts, Murin Tristan secretly thought, You haven't seen the real thing yet.
To regain the dignity of being the only virgin in the dormitory, Murin Tristan often walked around the dormitory in his underwear. Even the "lady - killer" third one felt inferior in front of him, let alone the others. The rather weak - willed fourth one even cried and wet his pillow after seeing it, which greatly satisfied Murin Tristan's vanity.
But Murin Tristan was the youngest in the dormitory. Considering the long - standing traditional virtue of respecting the elders in the country, he still left some confidence for his roommates. He just wore shorts instead of stripping naked to show off. Of course, there was an even more important reason - Murin Tristan didn't want to be mistaken for an exhibitionist.