Lijian: Portrait of a Wumao
Copyright© 2021 by Kim Cancer
Chapter 4: China College Life and the Segregation of Genders
四
“Nearly Every English Major Female, Nearly Every STEM Major Male”
Lijian was surprised at first, and still, it made him somewhat uncomfortable, that his class was nearly all girls. Out of his class’s 100 students, there were only 5 boys. In most of his subjects, he was one of only two or three boys. Aside from Lijian, always in the front of the class (with the sole exception being his Oral English class) the few other English major boys would often sit nervously, huddled next to one another, in the farthest reaches of their estrogen-filled lecture halls and classrooms.
Lijian couldn’t figure out why, why there were so few boys in his class ... Why was it that, in his college, boys and girls were separated by majors? Nearly every English major was female, and nearly every STEM major, Business major was male...
The girls at college appeared so different from those at his high school, too, appearing more like K-pop girl group stars than college students. They had long hair, short hair, curly hair, hair dyed every single color of the rainbow.
Instead of loose sweatsuit-like high school uniforms, many wore low-cut shirts, short skirts, short shorts, silk stockings, fishnet stockings, tight jeans, thigh-high boots, and stiletto heels. Some had breasts the size of watermelons. Some had glittery painted fingernails almost as long as cigarettes.
And the makeup, like Dou Dou, many were caked in makeup, blazing red lipsticks. He’d never seen such girls, girls looking like that, aside from in music videos and films.
Lijian would find himself, late at night, in his dormitory room, with the curtain drawn over his combo desk/bunk bed, at times unable to sleep as he’d fight to resist his impure, immoral thoughts of the girls in his class, the girls around campus. The carnal thoughts flitting through his head. His lewd ruminations swinging on a mental jungle gym of images, images of girls, images of his classmates’ slender bodies ... The images occupying, tormenting his mind.
Especially his immoral thoughts of Dou Dou, who’d sit in front of him in the Oral English class. Dou Dou, goddess-like in her aura, the sweet smell of her perfume curling into his nostrils. How the young girl would lean forward in her seat, exposing the tip of her lacy panties.
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