After rebirth, I found out that I have a childhood sweetheart

But every time Mei Fang saw this scene, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

The feeling of disgust kept accumulating. When Mei Fang saw Guo Yun helping her "friend" copy lyrics during class, she finally couldn't stand it anymore one day.

[Have you been troubled by others recently? ]

【well enough……】

[Don’t you think they are taking advantage of you? ]

When Guo Yun heard Mei Fang say this, she suddenly felt a little hurt.

【Aren’t students supposed to help each other?】

[But I only see you helping them]

[They sometimes help me, show me their notes, share some postcards with me, but you don’t see them]

……

Although it seems somewhat utilitarian from the perspective of value, Mei Fang clearly felt the inequality.

Guo Yun is so easy to talk to.

She longed too much for the feeling of being needed and recognized.

To the point where I am completely unaware of my current situation.

But why could Mei Fang be so anxious about Guo Yun?

She herself is so happy...

If you intervene yourself, you will only get yourself into trouble.

but.

It's really uncomfortable to watch like this.

Mei Fang was furious.

Although the final exams are approaching, school studies and activities cannot be delayed.

This Saturday, Mei Fang, Guo Yun and their group are required to work together to make a blackboard newspaper, and the group members are discussing the theme of the activity.

Team leader Xinxin suggested, "I think the best theme for March is cherry blossoms, so why don't we all do a beautiful cherry blossom board painting together?"

Jiaojiao also nodded in agreement: "The cherry blossoms are great! They have a very spring feel! What do you think, Yunyun?"

"I, I think it's great too!"

"Hmm, let me think about it, Yunyun should be the best painter here, right?"

Jiaojiao suggested, "Then let Yunyun take care of the painting. Let's find a more suitable theme!"

"Then what do I do?"

"Mei Fang should just be responsible for the odd jobs, like drawing lines with a ruler or something? Haha!"

Mei Fang did not respond along with the other girls.

"I can do it. Anyway, we can divide the work and cooperate with each other. Let's work together to make the blackboard newspaper a success."

"Yeah, no problem!"

When the weekend came, Mei Fang came to school early. As soon as she arrived in the classroom, she saw Guo Yun had already started preparing equipment and tools. Various colored chalks were already ready, and Guo Yun was eager to try.

However, Mei Fang looked a little unhappy.

"Guo Yun, I looked at the blackboard newspaper reference that the team leader sent yesterday... Don't you think it's a bit outrageous?"

Guo Yun was surprised for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, I think she's pretty."

"But they are all paintings. Isn't it obvious that you have to do it all by yourself?"

"Because Jiaojiao and Xinxin trust my artistic skills... Yeah."

Guo Yun tried to cheer herself up and patted her cheeks. "Although I have never tried to draw such a large blackboard newspaper, I will try my best to do it well."

"..."

When Mei Fang saw Guo Yun slapping her face, the familiar anime scene reappeared in her mind.

In addition to feeling unfair for Guo Yun's excessive efforts, Mei Fang also felt distressed.

So he couldn't say anything else and just accompanied Guo Yun to prepare the blackboard newspaper.

"Guo Yun."

"Ok?"

"Suddenly I felt like I had done something wrong."

Mei Fang sighed and continued, "If I hadn't encouraged you to make friends, you wouldn't be suffering like this now."

"No, don't say that... I, I'm very happy."

"Are you happy making friends with a girl like this?" Mei Fang was a little surprised.

"No... not because of this."

"what is that?"

Guo Yun did not continue to respond to Mei Fang's words.

She planned to keep this secret in her heart for a very long time.

Maybe I will never tell anyone in my entire life.

Because the task was essentially just writing a few words, Jiaojiao and Xinxin didn't arrive in the classroom until the afternoon.

"Sorry, sorry... I overslept today!"

"I read a novel until 3 o'clock last night!"

"Didn't we agree to come in the morning? Why are you here now?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't be so mean to me, Mei Fang!"

Jiaojiao is a girl who is very good at acting coquettishly. After acting coquettishly, she began to marvel at Guo Yun's current achievements.

"Wow, compared to this, I didn't expect Yunyun to actually draw it! The slope under the cherry blossoms, Yunyun is really awesome!"

"It's still a lot worse."

Guo Yun wiped the sweat from her forehead and said a little embarrassedly, "But I'm slowly getting the hang of it."

“It does feel pretty good!”

Xinxin thought for a moment and said, "But I think this place can be modified a little bit. This tree feels quite different from the original one."

"Is that so? I think it would look better if I used blue chalk to paint this..."

"No, it's already been painted. If you change the atmosphere casually, won't that destroy the original beauty?"

"Hey, that's right... I'll change it then."

As Guo Yun was about to move a chair to that side to make changes, Mei Fang stopped her and stood in front of her.

What they were facing was Mei Fang, who was full of anger and had already reached the end of his patience.

"I don't do anything, I just talk nonsense based on my feelings. Do you think it's interesting?"

"No...what do you mean, Mei Fang?"

Xinxin, who had always been regarded as the apple of the teacher's eye, had never been yelled at like this in class. After a brief pause, she immediately became furious.

"At that time, we all agreed to divide the work and cooperate, and Yunyun herself agreed to be in charge of painting. Why are you yelling for her?"

"You asked them to come here so early in the morning to do this. Even if they just help with a few strokes or pass some water, they can do it, right? Now that the painting is almost finished, you are here to give me instructions? For example, I think the reference is not as good as Guo Yun's. I would say that your aesthetic taste is not good."

"We were only responsible for the text part. What's wrong with coming after we finish the painting? You have such a big opinion. How can a boy be so petty? I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Mei Fang!"

"How dare you say that? Don't you think about how you usually-"

Just when Mei Fang was about to continue speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Guo Yun lowered her head and held Mei Fang's wrist tightly.

soft.

But very firm and powerful.

At this moment, Xinxin's sobbing could be heard from the other end of the classroom.

After hearing what Mei Fang said, she started crying. Jiaojiao beside her hurriedly comforted her:

"Oh, what's there to argue about... Look at you, Mei Fang, you really don't even know how to be considerate of a girl!"

"Okay, okay, Xinxin, don't cry. Mei Fang just thinks Yunyun takes up too much time. Why don't we change some of it and prepare more text so that he, the line drawer, can have more things to do."

"That's right... you just drew a line, but you acted like you had done so much..."

Xinxin became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and then she pushed Jiaojiao away and continued to question:

"No...what do you mean...you need to explain it to me clearly...Guo Yun, did you tell Mei Fang that there were too many paintings? If you didn't want to, why didn't you tell me and go and complain to Mei Fang? What do you mean?"

"No, no..."

Guo Yun slowly let go of Mei Fang's hand and replied with a trembling voice: "I, I didn't say such a thing--"

Xinxin wiped her tears and asked with sobs, "So what you mean is that Mei Fang is being sentimental and forcing himself to stand up for you, right?"

……

This last-ditch question made Mei Fang feel suffocated instantly.

Because, based on his understanding of Guo Yun, in order to please her "friends", she might just agree to this matter.

At the same time, Guo Yun, who had been keeping her head down and silent, finally responded.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Xinxin who was still sobbing.

Slowly, she spoke her thoughts word by word.

Your own, true inner thoughts.

"No."

"No? What do you mean by no?"