The final exam was just around the corner, but I couldn't get the emotion it had, whether it was fear or worry.

She was still like that, with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking, the headrope rarely played a role worthy of her name, and was tied on her head in a proper manner.

I can't figure out how to talk to me.

It took half a year for this before, maybe this time is indeed the stage where Jiang Lang is exhausted, I still want to find something to use as a topic, but this possibility is very small.

And no matter what she said, she ignored me, and even the previous "oh" and "you are so annoying" never said again.

I think she should have listened, but she just deliberately didn't answer, and maybe added two words like "boring" and "boring" in her head.

And just as she herself ignored everyone, everyone still ignored her.

I don't understand.

It's painful to not have friends, right?

Wouldn't you be trapped by your worries when no one was talking?

So I still tried to talk to her without repentance, even if it didn't work, even if the response wasn't friendly.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

I leaned on the table and asked her, who was reading a book, her silky hair hanging down like a curtain, making her face looming. Contrary to the usual Qingling temperament, it is a little quiet.

She flipped the page, her eyes moving with the book, but I probably didn't have me.

"Aren't you tired of talking nonsense all day long?"

After a moment, just when I thought it was useless again, her lips opened slightly.

"It's just one or two sentences a day."

I hurriedly replied.

"I'm tired of listening."

She added.

“…… That's it. ”

It really made me uncomfortable when I was stared at by those eyes, and her eyes were always at a loss because they were so shining.

"Don't talk to me anymore, don't you notice that other people look at you strangely?"

Her gaze returned to her book, but the words were directed at me.

"But I want to be friends with you."

I told her this in the most sincere tone I could use.

"Antipyretic medicine is not expensive, why don't you drink a pack when you go out in the morning?"

"I'm not talking nonsense."

"You're talking about it right now."

She was still reading, but I didn't know what she was doing, but I felt the same pressure as she did when she stared at me.

It's overwhelming.

"Maybe you can consider asking the teacher for a change of seat, and then you'll realize how stupid you are really trying to do on the spur of the moment."

The book in her hand turned another page, and my heart seemed to be cold.

"I know."

I do know the way.

"Ready to change seats?"

"I decided to keep saying it without wavering."

I stared at her because she wasn't staring at me now.

"Two choices, one is to stop talking nonsense, and the other is to change seats."

She slammed to her feet.

"It's not funny."

"Do I need to joke with you?"

“……”

I'll admit, she was right, she really had no reason to joke with me.

But that's not a reason for me to give it all up.

It's a thankless job to try to get on a relationship with someone you don't like, but I want to do it anyway.

As soon as this neurotic thought appeared, doubts flooded into my heart like a tide, and then quietly retreated.

I don't know what it is.

But there shouldn't be any need to know what the Tao is for, right?

For this, the necessary compromises are also acceptable.

So I chose the first one.