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Chapter 16 What Are You Pretending To Be?

Chapter 16 What are you pretending to be?

On Monday, someone came to the usually boring classroom, which caused quite a stir. Shen Ruomian was lying on the desk wrestling with a math problem.

A shadow was cast on the topic, and someone stood up and seemed to sigh: "Shen Ruomian, you are so stupid."

When she heard the boy's modest joke, she couldn't help but curl her lips and laugh.

"How did you come?"

He held something in his hand and shook it, and a rare smile of praise appeared on his face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to lecture, Shen Ruomian took the hearing aid and put it on, and the sounds of the world continued to become much clearer.

"Shen Ruomian, why are you in such a daze? Did you understand what I just said?"

She quickly came to her senses.

The next class was physical education. When Shen Ruomian was going down the stairs, she was waiting for Zhou Qiao who had gone to the bathroom. Someone bumped into her shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry."

She stepped aside and said it didn't matter.

The girl glanced at her with disgust, and her companion pulled her and said Zhou Qiao was coming soon, so hurry up and leave.

From a distance, you can still hear that extremely annoying voice: "One Zhou Qiao and the other Jiang Rang, with so many people supporting them, they act like dead people all day long, and they don't know who owes her. "

Shen Ruomian lay on the fence and spoke indifferently.

Zhou Qiao's face has been full of happiness these days. During class that day, she whispered: "I am with him."

Shen Ruomian was so shocked that he copied the notes incorrectly and turned them over.

"I will take you to meet him another day."

The class was much quieter, not because of Zhou Qiao's presence, but because Zhao Hanxi had already asked for leave for several days. The class teacher didn't say why he asked for leave, but no one cared about it, and few people liked Zhao Hanxi.

Shen Ruomian looked at the lonely seat, feeling a little uneasy.

"Monitor."

Chen Xiaoxiao raised his head from the sea of ​​questions and smiled stiffly: "Classmate Shen, what's the matter?"

"Do you know Zhao Hanxi's home address?"

"Of course, I'll find it for you."

"Thank you." She asked for the address and then left.

After school, Shen Ruomian took the bus to the terminal. She didn't know that Zhao Hanxi's home was so far away. This was an old city with demolition signs everywhere. There were not many people, mostly elderly people.

Shen Ruomian was curious when she saw a female student wearing Qinghe school uniform suddenly appeared. Without any sign, Shen Ruomian successfully got lost.

Does she have mild social anxiety? But judging from the current situation, social anxiety is out of control.

She found an old lady waving a cattail leaf fan in the shade of a tree and asked for directions.

"Hanxi, her house is at the end of the village at the front, and the tallest house belongs to her. You must be her classmate."

Shen Ruomian nodded and said thank you.

Zhao's house is the best house here. She hasn't thought of an excuse yet. What if Zhao Hanxi is not at home or asks her why she came.

Before she could think about it, she had already seen him.

There was a quarrel in the three-story bungalow, there was the sound of dishes being broken, the door was pulled open from the inside, and what she saw was Zhao Hanxi who came out angrily with a slap mark on his face.

The two of them were stunned on the spot, and in the middle there was a voice from an adult telling them to get out.

Shen Ruomian looked at her plastered hand and said, "Classmate Zhao, the teacher asked me to tell you about your homework."

The girl opposite exposed her unceremoniously: "Shen Ruomian, can you make up a reasonable reason?"

Shen Ruomian still thinks this reason is quite good.

Another person said: "I'm about to drop out of school. Do you think the teacher will still give me homework?"

The last bus was at eight o'clock, and at six o'clock, two girls appeared in the night stall.

The table was full and there was a box of beer. At first, Shen Ruomian said he wouldn't drink it, but half of it went into Zhao Hanxi's stomach.

As she drank, she cried.

"I'm sorry for bringing you into this."

Shen Ruomian said nothing, her face returned to its original state, but the memory could not be erased.

Why she came to see Zhao Hanxi today was simply because she was afraid that those people would take all their anger out on her, or that they might have misunderstood that she had called the police.

"Shen Ruomian, do you know why I hate you?"

She thought it might be because she and Zhou Qiaojiang brought them closer together, Zhao Hanxi said fart after hearing this.

"I still hate it the most when you obviously have everything, but it gives the impression that you have nothing. What are you pretending to do?"

After saying that, she was about to pour wine into her mouth, but someone took her away. After only a few sips of wine, she drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Hanxi thought that such a good student should not know how to drink. Looking at it now, he was still wrong. He clicked his tongue.

This was not Shen Ruomian's first time drinking. In the past, when she was under great pressure during exams, she would get up in the middle of the night and sit in the yard drinking alone to help her sleep.

She didn't know whether it was because she was drinking too much or because she had a lot of things to do during the day and night, but she also planned to tell the truth after drinking.

But as she drank, she felt that it didn’t matter if she said it. Could it be that everyone said this? She would get herself drunk, tell her where and how she was unlucky, how miserable she was, peel off her wounds, and clarify her own Masks are not born, and there is no big difference in the looks they receive from disgust to sympathy.

Generally speaking, there are many unfortunate people in this world. At least for now, she is still studying peacefully. Although she has an incomplete family, she has one or two close friends around her, and one of them wants to catch up with her. The goal.

She should be content.

So after finishing the bottle of wine, Shen Ruomian didn't stay anymore. She wanted to go back to do her homework.

When paying the bill, Zhao Hanxi held her hand and said, "I told you that I wanted to treat you. I was planning to apologize. Those words just now were unpleasant, so don't take them to heart."

Shen Ruomian still paid his share, because his face was a little fresher after drinking, his face was red, and his eyes were also shimmering.

"You implicated me, but one of my hands was broken off because I called the police. In your opinion, we should be even, but, Zhao Hanxi." She looked over, and there was a sense of distance in her eyes. "If you hadn't provoked me in the first place, I should have been safe for the rest of my life."

"So there is no equality at all. You said you hate me pretending, then I say, I hate you too. Qinghe is a key middle school, and there are a lot of people outside who want to get in. You said you are in a bad situation. Why don't you complain? He hates people, but he would rather take the wrong path and fall for the sake of that momentary stability than use the best available resources to escape. Now, you have to give up the best opportunity in your hand and choose to drop out of school."

"There are many people who are worse off than you and me. You may not know that it is rare for girls to complete nine years of compulsory education there. When I walked out of the mountains, there were countless envious eyes behind me. "

Shen Ruomian's presence in the class is relatively weak. Apart from answering necessary questions, most of the time he is either listening to the teacher or Zhou Qiao. He may not be able to put together ten sentences in one day.

She finished speaking in one breath and pursed her lips: "Sorry, I'm drunk, don't take it to heart."

This sentence was returned to her.

(End of chapter)


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