"Yeah!" It took a long time for Yan Yeyi's weak voice to be heard on the other end of the phone. It felt like he was dying.
"What’s wrong with you"
Sitting back on the bed, I didn't know what tone to use to talk to him. I could only ask contradictoryly. I'm sure that I have something to do with my intuition and Xianke's words.
"It's okay, wait until I get back..."
"Beep, beep, beep..." Yan Ye didn't finish his sentence. Before I had time to speak, a beep sounded from the receiver.
Looking at the phone in his hand, he pressed the dial button for a second, then turned it off again, over and over again.
On Friday, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the sounds of nature sounded on time, but the students were not as excited and enthusiastic as before.
Because the final exam is one month away, Teacher Yan Jia stipulates that those who fail will have to take extra classes during the winter vacation.
It's a trivial matter to me, but it seems like my dear classmates are going crazy
Yes! One month... one month later, I can leave Shengye. In one month, I can say goodbye to everyone; in one month, the farce between Yan Yeyi and I will be over.
While packing my schoolbag, my mind started to feel uneasy.
Ever since Yan Yeyi's phone call that day, I have been living like a soulless body. Because of Sienke's words, I hurt him, right? Is it because I brought harm to him?
Maybe! I am just a joke, a passing joke
And Yan Yeyi never showed up. He told me to wait for him to come back, wait!! Haha... What a funny word...
.As for Xianke, he apologizes to me almost every day, but that kind of secret disgust always hurts me.
I don’t understand what I did wrong, why no one explained to me, and I can’t rest in peace even if I die.
Pull up the zipper of my schoolbag. This week, I want to go home. After all, everyone has been rejecting me recently. I don’t like the feeling of being left out.
Mom should have had enough fun. Call her back. Then I can go back to Zhengyu and be with everyone.
Everything...will return to its starting point
"Qing...are you, are you free?"
I was just about to turn around and walk out of the classroom. Jinbao was standing next to me with his bag in both hands, and asked me cautiously. His tone was stranger than a stranger, which made me sad.