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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)
“Wait a minute!” the man said. “You may
mistake an innocent man as a Whitewasher! He
doesn’t look like a Whitewasher!”
“He has! He has whitewashed me!” Company
Commander kept accusing me.
“Why do you say he has Whitewashed you?
There is nothing dirty on your trousers!”
Company Commander examined her trousers
several times and found that there was nothing dirty
on her hips. But she said, “He rubbed his thing on my
hips! I felt something hard against my hips!”
“Eh…” the man began to stammer.
“Maybe it is because of this,” I said and realized
I had a baton in the pocket of my trousers. I quickly
took it out for people to see. Then I said, “I am a
sports teacher. Yesterday I took our school’s track
and field team to take part in a competition in the city
stadium. When the competition finished and all the
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