Just as he expected, Madoka didn't say a word, didn't yell at him, didn't accuse him of hurtful words, she just suffered in silence, biting her lip and saying nothing.
But the hurt in her eyes made him feel more uncomfortable than her scolding him.
She didn't cry, but the circles under her eyes were getting redder and wetter.
Wuyou's usually eloquent mouth froze. He knew what he should say at this time, but... what should he say?
sorry?
This is of course, but will this make her think he is too hypocritical?
But...he really didn't mean it just now. He didn't mean to laugh at her. He just wanted to remind her not to do stupid things like those nymphomaniac girls. He was afraid that she would get hurt.
He is a boy, and he naturally knows that boys are visual animals, and he also knows how ruthless and cruel boys can be when they treat girls they don't like. Just like him, although he accepted the love letter from the school beauty, he didn't treat it as such at all.
He just gave the envelope to someone else.
What? It’s unfair for him to treat that school beauty like this?
Come on, he was kind enough to that nympho!
At least he didn't post the love letter written to him by a little girl on the school bulletin board like An An did.
An An is so cruel!
So, he was very worried that she would be treated like that, he was afraid that she would be hurt, and he wanted to protect her...
Wuyou was surprised to find that he actually developed a desire to protect her?
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat unnaturally, "Don't be sad, I didn't mean that..."
"I, I know." She nodded quickly.
She knew that Brother Wuyou had no ill intentions. She had known him for so many years, and she knew very well who he was.
But precisely because of this, she was even more sad, because what he told was the truth.
Girls like her, fat and stupid, no one would like...including him.
Alas, she wanted to cry again.
"I know you are still crying? Why are you crying? What is there to cry about?" He couldn't help but go crazy.
She held back her tears, but they finally fell in vain.
Wuyou is about to collapse, why is it so difficult for her to communicate? Even though she knows he has no ill intentions, she still cries!
He really should have thrown her a ball of tissue paper and let her cry, but he couldn't do that.
"You...do you really want to write a love letter to someone? Or have you already finished writing it and sent it away?" He couldn't help but think about another possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Could it be...
She has been severely rejected and suffered embarrassment and humiliation?
Madoka raised her face with pear blossoms and rain, the person she likes is him!
But...she didn't even have the courage to speak out.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and there was still sadness in her eyes. She looked like she had suffered a serious blow, which made Wuyou even more unable to help thinking about the worst.
Could it be that she really liked someone and wrote a love letter to them?
Then what?
Could the other party be like An An, posting her love letter on the school bulletin board and displaying it to all the teachers and students in the school?
Then wouldn't she be laughed to death?
She has always been looked down upon by others, if she is laughed at like that again...
Wu You clenched his fists subconsciously, suddenly feeling the urge to hit someone.
Damn it! Who is that boy? How could he treat her like that?
Madoka is such a good girl!
She has a good temper, is caring, and can do housework. Although she is a little fat, she is chubby, silly, very obedient, and very cute!
cute?
Wuyou's head suddenly buzzed, and he felt like he was struck by thunder.
In an instant, all the blood in his body flowed backwards, rushing toward his face, and even his ears felt warm.
Oh my God! Oh my God! Who will tell him that this is not a dream?
No, even if it’s a dream, it shouldn’t be like this!
Why does he think Madoka is cute?
She, she, she...she is Zhen Xiaoyuan! Little chubby girl! Fatty Yuan!
Ahhhhh! What's wrong with him? Why does he think she's cute? And he also wants to beat up the person she likes?
With a "swipe", he jumped up from the sofa. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he could never stay here any longer! Absolutely not!
"Brother Wu, Wuyou?" She was shocked by him.
Shut up, shut up! Don't call him that! Her pitiful expression and submissive tone made his chest feel tight, and he felt overwhelmed and irritated.
He didn't dare to look at her pitiful expression anymore, so he turned around and left. But after taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and snatched an envelope back from her hand.
"Brother Wuyou..."
Still shouting? Shut up, shut up!
He couldn't stand it anymore and tore up the envelope in his hand as if to vent his anger.
"Brother Wuyou..." She was frightened. It was the first time she saw him looking so angry.
What happened to him? Did she provoke him?
Did he not like the way she shed tears?
He must think she is useless and annoying, right?
Or... did he think she really wanted that envelope and he was unhappy?
That's right, after all, it was given to her by the school beauty.
He must be reluctant to give it away, but she has known him for so long, and he is embarrassed to refuse.
"Yes...I'm sorry..." She sniffed quickly and apologized.
Damn it! Why did she say sorry? How could she have been sorry to him? It was him... it was him...
Wuyou has always been proud of his eloquence, but now he is at a loss for words. He has no idea how to describe his feelings. He feels... He is simply baffled!
Perhaps it was because he was under too much study pressure recently. He found a very upright reason for himself.
Yes! That must be the case! I heard that every senior high school student is more or less mentally ill, and he is no exception.
Therefore, he should be fine after the exam, but he should stay away from her during the period before the exam!
He can no longer think about her, he has to concentrate on his studies!
"Ahem...it's okay! I'm going up to do my homework. Good night!" He picked up his schoolbag and rushed up to the second floor as if he was fleeing.