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

Laughter died away and the classroom calmed

down. There was no reply.

“Who wrote that? If you have the guts, stand up!”

A young man about 18 or 19 stood up, grinning

cheekily and said casually, “It is I who wrote it.

What’s wrong with me?”

I choked and didn’t know what to say. A

moment later I said, “Do you want to insult me?”

“Insult you? Why do you think I’m insulting you?

Are you a Da Guang Gun (a big bachelor)?”

The students burst into loud laughter again. I

couldn’t hold myself anymore and flew into a rage.

“Get out!” I yelled at the young man angrily.

While I was shouting, I was rushing over to the

young man, trying to seize him by his collar to throw

him out of the classroom. To show my determination

I threw the book I was holding in my hand to the

ground violently. It was the copy of Mao Zedong’s

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