"Can you tell us about Shea Asakusa?"
He said Xie Asakusa was my high school classmate, so pretty, with curved eyebrows, watery eyes, and skin so tender that it pinched out water. She sat in a desk with me, other students would draw a demarcation line in the middle of the desk, but she never drew, my hand can slide into her territory, her hand can come to my side as a guest. She was worthy of being the principal's daughter, cultured, non-discriminatory, and didn't mind that I was from the countryside. I was afraid that her congeniality was feigned, so I tested her by deliberately not changing my clothes for three or four days. Students saw me far away to avoid, afraid that the smell of my body to smother them, but she was not afraid, said my body has a kind of nature's fragrance, like the
