At around eight o'clock in the morning, her roommates started to get up one after another, and someone called her: "Keke, are you not going to Lao Zhang's class? Are you still not getting up?"
She was huddled under the quilt, with only a pair of red eyes exposed, and her voice had a strong nasal sound: "I'm not feeling well, please sign in for me."
After hearing this, her roommate comforted her and asked her to have a good rest.
In fact, she couldn't sleep either. She was afraid of seeing people, and even more afraid of seeing herself. She always felt dirty all over, but the school bathroom hadn't opened the door so early. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see the passionate scenes from last night, but she couldn't.
The man's face on her body made her regretful and annoyed, why should she try to imitate other people's drinking to relieve their sorrows? However, all of this was of no use. What had happened had happened, and it could not be erased or eliminated no matter what.
Before her roommate came back from get out of class, she washed the clothes and hung them in the laundry room to dry. When she saw the men's suit, she felt worried. She thought about throwing it away, but the entire dormitory building was full of girls. It would be conspicuous if she carried a piece of men's clothing down with her, but it would be even more frightening if she kept it. After much deliberation, she found a vinyl plastic bag, folded the suit, put it in it, and stuffed it under the bed.
For several days after that, she looked around cautiously when she went out, fearing that someone would come to her door, and she didn't dare to turn on her cell phone. During class, she would prick up her ears when she heard any gossip, for fear that it had something to do with her. That's it.
Several days passed, and everything was calm, and she felt a little relieved.
How could a man like Xi Xiangdong, who had gone through many years of sailing, pay attention to a girl like her? She didn't want to mention what happened that day, and for him, he might have forgotten it at all.
That would be best, just treat it as a dream. Anyway, she doesn't expect to renew her relationship with Xi Wanlai. Let her slowly moldy and rot in a dark corner alone. She has no hope in this life.
.
But all this is not over yet.
That day, before get out of class ended, I heard the students sitting at the window talking among themselves.
"What kind of car is that? It's so cool and awesome!"
"You don't understand this, right? It's a Spyker C8, an imported car, not available in China."
"Holy crap, who in our school can afford to drive this car?"
The boy who was conceited and knowledgeable about cars was speechless for a moment. That’s right, there aren’t even two cars like this in the entire imperial capital, right?
Shen Ke was not interested in cars, but the content of the professor's lecture on the stage was really boring. She happened to be sitting by the window, so she took a look down. It was really an arrogant and domineering car, with six airflow turbines in the entire body, and it was short.
The short, streamlined shape looks like a cruise missile at first glance.
There were already many students passing by and watching downstairs. They were all pointing at the car and whispering. I didn’t know if anyone was in the car.
After class, students were walking out of the teaching building one after another. Shen Ke and a few roommates were discussing what to eat in the cafeteria for lunch when they suddenly heard someone yelling strangely: "Oh my God, is there someone in the car?"
"Which rich second generation are you from? Who are you waiting for?"
Her roommate pulled her over to watch the excitement. Before her roommate could get through the crowd, Pei Xiao saw the driver's window lowered, and she could faintly see a familiar face.
It’s Xi Xiangdong!
He didn't bring a driver today, but drove by himself. What's even more unusual is that he didn't wear formal clothes, but a light-colored casual T-shirt and a pair of sunglasses on his face. He looked very young and expressionless as he searched for something in the crowd.
When Shen Ke turned around and was about to leave, his roommate shouted loudly: "Keke, why are you leaving? I haven't seen you yet."
[Today's update is completed.] At around eight o'clock in the morning, the roommates started to get up one after another, and someone called her: "Keke, are you not going to Lao Zhang's class? Are you still not getting up?"
She was huddled under the quilt, with only a pair of red eyes exposed, and her voice had a strong nasal sound: "I'm not feeling well, please sign in for me."
After hearing this, her roommate comforted her and asked her to have a good rest.
In fact, she couldn't sleep either. She was afraid of seeing people, and even more afraid of seeing herself. She always felt dirty all over, but the school bathroom hadn't opened the door so early. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see the passionate scenes from last night, but she couldn't. The man's face on her body made her regretful and annoyed, why should she try to imitate other people's drinking to relieve their sorrows? However, all of this was of no use. What had happened had happened, and it could not be erased or eliminated no matter what.
Before her roommate came back from class, she washed the clothes and hung them in the laundry room to dry. When she saw the men's suit, she felt worried. She thought about throwing it away, but the entire dormitory building was full of girls. It would be conspicuous if she carried a piece of men's clothing down with her, but it would be even more frightening if she kept it. After much deliberation, she found a vinyl plastic bag, folded the suit, put it in it, and stuffed it under the bed.
For several days after that, she looked around cautiously when she went out, fearing that someone would come to her door, and she didn't dare to turn on her cell phone. During class, she would prick up her ears when she heard any gossip, for fear that it had something to do with her. That's it. Several days passed, and everything was calm, and she felt a little relieved.
How could a man like Xi Xiangdong, who had gone through many years of sailing, pay attention to a girl like her? She didn't want to mention what happened that day, and for him, he might have forgotten it at all.
That would be best, just treat it as a dream. Anyway, she doesn't expect to renew her relationship with Xi Wanlai. Let her slowly moldy and rot in a dark corner alone. She has no hope in this life. .
But all this is not over yet.
That day, before get out of class ended, I heard the students sitting at the window talking among themselves.
"What kind of car is that? It's so cool and awesome!"
"You don't understand this, right? It's a Spyker C8, an imported car, not available in China."
"Holy crap, who in our school can afford to drive this car?"
The boy who was conceited and knowledgeable about cars was speechless for a moment. That’s right, there aren’t even two cars like this in the entire imperial capital, right?
Shen Ke was not interested in cars, but the content of the professor's lecture on the stage was really boring. She happened to be sitting by the window, so she took a look down. It was really an arrogant and domineering car, with six airflow turbines in the entire body, and it was short. The short, streamlined shape looks like a cruise missile at first glance.
There were already many students passing by and watching downstairs. They were all pointing at the car and whispering. I didn’t know if anyone was in the car.
After class, students were walking out of the teaching building one after another. Shen Ke and a few roommates were discussing what to eat in the cafeteria for lunch when they suddenly heard someone yelling strangely: "Oh my god, is there someone in the car?"
"Which rich second generation are you from? Who are you waiting for?"
Her roommate pulled her over to watch the excitement. Before her roommate could get through the crowd, Pei Xiao saw the driver's window lowered, and she could faintly see a familiar face.
It’s Xi Xiangdong!
He didn't bring a driver today, but drove by himself. What's even more unusual is that he didn't wear formal clothes, but a light-colored casual T-shirt and a pair of sunglasses on his face. He looked very young and expressionless as he searched for something in the crowd.
When Shen Ke turned around and was about to leave, his roommate shouted loudly: "Keke, why are you leaving? I haven't seen you yet."