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

at that time. I had nothing to say and went out in a

huff.

I was really disgusted with these small tigers.

The moment I thought of them I would get a terrible

headache. The classroom had become my hell on

earth. Not even for a minute did I want to go into it

and see those small tigers. They did not, even for a

minute, forget to make fun of me. They would call

me Da Guang Gun (big bachelor).

“Da Guang Gun, good morning!” they would

greet me in the morning when I went into the

classroom.

“Good bye, Da Guang Gun!” they would chant

when I left the classroom.

I was insulted to such a degree that I even

wanted to kill all of them with a machine gun. I had

been thinking of how I could get rid of them. Soon, I

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