I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

This guy seems to be on friendly terms with every boy, and he's very familiar with them... Well, although I find this kind of guy troublesome, I can't say he hates him either.

"Do you know this novel?"

Then he handed the phone screen to me.

This was during class...it was a bit blatant...but seeing how sincere he was, I still took a look.

"...I don't know. I haven't seen it."

"I haven't read it... I think it's very good, I recommend it to you..." He seemed to have opened up and told me the plot of the novel.

I just listened to him absentmindedly, with the same level of attention as when I was listening to a teacher's lecture.

However, when we were used to his chattering, he seemed to have received a text message and stopped talking temporarily.

I glanced at him and noticed that his expression looked a little strange.

"..." I didn't ask anything because it was none of my business.

"Teacher!" He put away his phone, suddenly stood up, and quickly walked to the teacher's side, "I need to go to the bathroom."

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"Teacher, I want to go to the toilet."

Not long after that guy left, I stood up too.

Although I knew that this would be suspicious and that the teacher would complain about me, I still did it.

So, after being scolded, I quickly ran to the toilet.

Of course, I didn’t really want to go, but I felt that there was something wrong with that guy.

Sure enough, as soon as I approached the toilet, I heard voices and a slight noise...I could tell it was the sound of hitting.

I slowed down and walked in.

Because the toilet was quite big, they didn't seem to notice me...and I didn't want them to notice me.

"..."

The situation was pretty much as I imagined. The guy was indeed called out by a group of people and was being beaten.

But the guy in charge is really busy... He keeps explaining his reasons while fighting... Is he mentally retarded?

The main reason is that his girlfriend is interested in this guy, and then this guy accepts it...

I didn't expect the story to be so simple... But the reason is probably that he doesn't have enough charm to keep his so-called girlfriend, right?

Anyway, having resolved my doubts, I quietly left again...

As for reporting to the teacher on duty, I would not bother to do it, because both of them have reasons to get this result. To put it bluntly, this is other people's business and has nothing to do with me.

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The guy came back a while after I returned to my seat, but there were no scars on his face... It seems that group of people are still very humane.

"What took you so long?"

I waited until he sat down in his seat and asked him casually.

"Ah...it's just a stomachache."

He smiled and picked up the phone again, "Let's not talk about this anymore, I'll continue talking to you."

Still has that sunny and handsome smile...

"Sure..." I replied, changing into a relaxed position, and his explanation came to my ears again.

However, there is still darkness under the sunshine that is not noticed by people.

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"What's wrong? You seem to be in a daze since just now." The senior said to me.

By this time we had finished our meal and were walking out of the restaurant.

"Nothing, just remembered some old things."

I responded calmly.

"Ha...looking at your expression, is there any dark history or something?" The senior still had a cheerful look on his face.

"Well..." I didn't know how to answer.

"It doesn't matter. Even if there's a dark history, it can be diluted with a bright future. Don't be so negative."

He said and patted my shoulder.

"Okay, I should go back now. See you next time."

Before I could react, he had already walked away.

"......" I looked at his back, then looked up at the sky...it was so bright...

I looked down at the ground. Under the sunlight, there was darkness in front of me. That was my shadow.

That is the darkness that was created by me.

But it's not just me... Everyone has their own shadow in the sun, so... -

Everyone is standing in the darkness created by themselves.

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别礼

The process of getting from one place to another is very boring.

It is quite difficult to spend boring time in the car. Apart from sleeping, you can listen to music. Reading or looking at other things will make you dizzy, and looking at the scenery outside the window will increase the feeling of boredom.

Perhaps it is because a long journey would be boring, so people try every possible way to reduce the time spent on the journey.

Fortunately, the boring ride is over and we have arrived at our destination.

Thank God, the air in the suburbs is really fresh.

"Sheji, remember to speak politely when you get there."

My mother reminded me this.

"Um...ok..."

My mother always reminds me like this every time I visit relatives and friends. Although I know that I should speak politely...I am still used to keeping silent.

If I had to say why...

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"Do you have a girlfriend at school?"

When visiting relatives and friends, many people would ask me this question with a hint of malice and in a joking manner.

I don't know why you are so concerned about my personal affairs.

But whenever I encounter this situation, I will answer with a firm no.

Then people will say, "Is this a lie?" "Of course it is."

Then I silently said "Damn Aqua" in my heart and smiled without saying anything.

...I don't want a girlfriend or anything like that.

Then it will be said:

"Look at someone's family, they are the same age as you and are about to get married." "Those who are a few years older than you are already fathers."

I can only smile at these words.

Early marriage and early childbearing will destroy one's fighting spirit. If one uses family to constrain oneself at such a young age, how can one go out into the society?

.....Although I don't want to go through that either.

Anyway, annoyed by these similar remarks, I left my bowl and fled out of my relative’s living room, saying, “I just got off the bus and have no appetite.”

Although I have escaped from the dining table, this place is very unfamiliar to me because I left here for the city at a very young age. So I still dare not run around and can only play with my mobile phone near the door.

"........."

I heard footsteps coming my way, but didn't look up.

"Ah...um, you're from the Yi family over there? From the city, right?"

A very young female voice came from my ear.

"Ah...I am..."

I looked up at her. She was a girl who looked about my age, with long, black, slightly curly hair. She was a little shorter than me and looked quite cute.

"Oh...your name is Sheji, right?"

She said my name easily.

"Who are you?"

I wasn't very surprised...because this is my hometown after all, it's normal for them to know my name.

I don't know what to call her, so I'd better ask her name first... No, since we're from the same hometown, she should have the same last name as me...

"My name is Yi Yan. I'm half a month older than you, so I'm your sister."

"........."

This kind of sister really doesn't want to admit it.

"Uh-huh...is that so..." I responded to her coldly.

"We used to play together when we were little, don't you remember? My house is next door..."

She still seemed eager to talk to me.

I felt it would be rude to remain so indifferent, so I put my phone away.

"Ahh... I don't quite remember..."

This statement was not meant to be cold to her, it was just the truth.

"Ha, that's right. It's been a long time after all."

She didn't have any special reaction.

"Um...."

The topic came to an abrupt end, which seemed a bit awkward...

"By the way, how are your studies?"

"fine..."

I'm only in the middle of the class... maybe even lower?

"Oh, she should be better than me... Come to think of it, Sheji, you should have found a girlfriend. After all, the girls in the city are all very beautiful."

“It’s just about dressing up.”

I don't see any difference between city and country people.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"

“Ha…” This question really hits a sore spot. “No…no…”

"Ah... no? No way..." She said in a somewhat incredulous tone, "Several people in our class are getting married soon."

"Uh..." I didn't know how to answer.

"You don't want to look for it?" she guessed.

"Yeah, that's right."

I nodded decisively.

"It seems like your goals are pretty high. Are you planning to go abroad and find a foreign girl?"