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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

“So, he is a Da Guang Gun (Big Bachelor)!”

they commented in contempt. Since then, Da Guang

Gun had become my nickname.

“Da Guang Gun!” A cross-eyed teacher would

make fun of me every time he met me. “You don’t

look very well. You didn’t have a good sleep last

night, did you? Do you often suffer from insomnia?

You must be missing the company of a woman.

Ha…ha… It’s a great pleasure to have a woman to

hug!” He would then grin cheekily at me. I would get

exasperated, but I would feel too embarrassed to flare

up. I would swallow my anger reluctantly and walk

away in a huff.

One day, in the office, a group of middle aged

woman-teachers gathered together, whispering. I

knew they were talking about me as they kept

steeling glances at me. They were discussing

something about me enthusiastically. Perhaps

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