I rubbed my eyes, fortunately, no tears came out, my eyes were very moist just now, I couldn't control my emotions, I thought I was crying.

Sure enough, the boy didn't dust off his tears.

Even if things turn out the way they are, I still have a chance to make amends. I believe that as long as I can perform well, it will definitely change my current impression in Xue Kongqin's heart.

So what I should do now is to prepare well for the underground concert, and wait for Xue Kongqin to come back and see my hard work, maybe it can greatly change my impression.

As soon as I thought of this, I had the fighting spirit again, quickly changed into training clothes, pushed the door open and walked out.

Sun Wenru was already waiting for me there.

Then I started my training this afternoon, I started very seriously, I can say with great certainty that I didn't put so much energy into studying in any class in school, and this afternoon I have surpassed me and reached 120 percent.

But two hours have passed, and I still haven't waited for Xue Kongqin's return, which is supposed to be enough time for her to come here from the dormitory a dozen times.

Has she not figured it out yet, or is she just not coming back?

I began to get scared, afraid that I didn't have a chance to remedy.

My mind couldn't be all on training, my brain began to think uncontrollably, obviously I didn't have any feelings for Xue Kongqin, but why did I care so much about her at this time? What's wrong with me? Influenced by the way I think about the rest of my female body?

Why do you care so much about someone I don't know very well?

Time passed slowly, and I couldn't hear what Sun Wenru was saying more and more, and I didn't know why I moved on my own, and the movements I made were completely different from what Sun Wenru gave me.

I don't know what I'm doing?

Finally, in the evening, the time crept to six o'clock, and my mood was the same as that of the needle, swinging to the bottom of the disc.

Sure enough, all of this was just my imagination. Once something is missed, there is no chance of remediation.

Sun Wenru didn't say anything about me all afternoon in the training room, and she didn't criticize or praise me for my good or bad performance.

Although I was very absent-minded, I also faintly felt that Sun Wenru had something hidden in her heart, I didn't know what she was thinking, and I was not in the mood to think about what she wanted to do.

None of that matters to me now.

I walked slowly on the way back, and it was still a little far from my house.

I didn't hide anymore, I walked straight in the crowd, I don't care about others, I'm not an artist, that dance is just to help Sun Wenru pass the final exam. I'm showing it to the instructor, not to others, and if someone else is too bored and wants to invade my privacy, I don't mind giving them a little punishment, and now that the little disc is in my hands, I won't be afraid of anyone with bad intentions.

Leaving the door of the 6th Sect and passing through the crowd on the campus road, nothing happened.

It doesn't seem like I'm that conspicuous, and that's not bad, I want to be alone right now, and I don't care about anyone other than my own problems.

Continuing to walk, I kept my head down, and my mood continued to be bad.

Walking through the door of the library, the door of the cafeteria, it was still safe. No one cared about me.

This is also very good, why care about me, I am just one of the billions of ordinary people in this world, some people like to shine, every move is high-profile, but I am different, I have chosen the road of painting has chosen loneliness, and I have chosen to leave the bustling world when I choose this path.

Loneliness is good, at least it can be quiet.

I thought it would always be like this, but this world still won't let me feel so at ease, sure enough, when I passed by the basketball court, a few people chatting on the side of the road recognized me, and they pointed at me passing by, without any literacy, like those gangsters who can't survive more than two episodes in film and television works.

I tell you, I'm in a bad mood right now, and you'd better not mess with me, or you won't blame me for ruining your reputation.

I continued to walk forward, and through the corner of my eye, I noticed that the people were secretly following me, and the tracking technique seemed to be very clever, but I was immediately discovered.

What are they trying to do?

I'm in a very irritable mood, and now my stomach is full of gas.

Since the four of you sent it to the door yourself, don't blame me.

I spared a little and walked to the side of the stone slope. Our side of the road is different from other places, next to the road is a higher foundation of the school community, so the slope has a two-meter-and-a-half part of the cement masonry, and further up there is sparse lower bushes. This kind of bush is just right for me to put small discs. I found a telephone pole next to it so I could find it easily.

I took a napkin out of my pocket, pretended to blow it on my nose, and then I threw the little disc into the slanted bush above, and no one would have thought that I had set up a trap here.

These people who are following me don't do anything to me, that's good, but once they want to do something bad to me, then I won't show any mercy.

The front page of tomorrow's post bar must be a picture of you with a mosaic on your face and between your legs.

I kept going, above board, and didn't care about the eyes of others or didn't care, I was supposed to be like this.

In addition to the school gate, I found that those four people were still following me a little far away from me, and suddenly a wave of anger rose in my heart, and my eyes were over. I'm not always gentle either.

Instead of going in the direction of the house I rented, I went in the exact opposite direction, and looked left and right, looking for a place to start.

I searched, searched, but I didn't expect to turn a few corners and enter a dead end.

There is no way out.

I was about to turn around and leave here, but when I turned around, I found that the four people were blocked at the intersection.

I didn't look at their faces, I used my talent for interpretation, and I pretended that I didn't know who these four people were, thinking that they were just ordinary passers-by.

And then I approached them, slowly, slowly.

I kept my head down, didn't look at them, and the hand in my right pocket tightened the clip, and if they made the slightest move, I would get them away at once.

I thought about it, but the dark-skinned fake bald man at the head stopped me,

"My big star, where do you want to go?"