After Li Sijia and Song Ying's tears fell, the tears in Chu Tingting's eyes also burst out. With a crying voice, she did not forget to comfort others: "Don't cry, you are such a good person, his
Of course my brother is also a good person..."
"That's right, why are you crying?" Song Ying followed.
"I just want to cry, I just want to cry, why are you crying with me?" Li Sijia's head was covered on the table, and several girls held each other's hands.
I was completely panicked. I patted Li Sijia on the shoulder, then patted Song Ying on the shoulder, then patted Chu Tingting on the shoulder. I was completely helpless and at a loss.[
Fortunately, there were no other students in the class at this time, otherwise the people who saw me would have thought I had done something to them.
In fact, I was in a very sad mood at this time, my nose was sore, and I almost cried. But firstly, I had already cried once in the afternoon in Fireworks Alley, and by this time my sad mood had subsided a lot. Secondly, I had been crying for many years.
Experience tells me that you should never cry in front of a girl, and the reasons go without saying.
Several of them cried for a long time, as if they were venting their accumulated emotions for many days. They used many packs of scented tissues of a certain brand, which made me feel heartbroken.
You know, at that time... I had to tear out a few pages from the back of my homework book when I went to the toilet, and my buttocks hurt from scratching.
They were tired of crying, so they gradually stopped in the sound of consoling each other. It was also time to go to class, and the classmates came back from outside one after another, and found nothing unusual.
That night, I didn't go to the club again because Zhang Yujie had already left. When I thought about having to face those fists and kicks flying in the sky alone, I felt a sense of sadness.
From this, it can be seen that I am indeed not as good as Zhang Yujie. Regardless of whether I go there or not, Zhang Yujie faces many enemies alone.
So he is better than me and I have nothing to complain about.
Zhao Wusheng believed that Zhang Yujie had trained enough and would not let him stay in the club because there was no room for his improvement there.
Although Zhai Guang did not come to pick me up in person, the fat security guard did not tell me with a smile: Your training is over.