"Have you ever liked me?" Du Jingchen's voice was faint, but his heart was already turbulent.

"I liked it." Chen Yue chuckled lightly when she heard this, and replied without hesitation.

Du Jingchen's apricot eyes were bright, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad, and asked with difficulty: "Then do you still like it?" ”

Hearing this, Chen Yue lowered her eyes, looked at the "Hundred Schools of Princes" in front of her, and smiled indifferently, "I like Song Yao, I only like him alone." ”

Her words directly cut off all the problems behind Du Jingchen.

"Thanks, I see." Du Jingchen finished this sentence with the last stubbornness, and then hung up the phone.

I'm sorry, Du Jingchen.

Chen Yue looked at the phone number on her phone, and her heart was sad.

And the person she was thinking about was lying on the hospital bed just after the electrotherapy.

"Doctor Ye, I want to call someone." Song Yao had a splitting headache and turned pale.

Looking out the window, the pair of peach blossom eyes were particularly touching because of the confusion in their eyes.

He then whispered, "But I can't." ”

"If you want to fight, you can fight." Ye Qingming handed over his mobile phone.

"She wouldn't want to take it." Song Yao shook his head and didn't take the phone.

"It's her business whether she wants to take it or not, but you have the right to call it." Ye Qingming still handed his hand to him.

"I don't want to do anything she hates anymore."

Song Yao looked at his shadow on the glass window and quietly shed two lines of tears.

On the platform that day, Chen Yue's every look, every word, and every little action seemed to question him, blame him, and abandon him...... The pain of tearing out the heart was too unbearable.

These days, Song Yao, both physically and psychologically, has extremely poor endurance, comparable to Lin Daiyu, perhaps more serious. Tears fall from time to time, and manic episodes occur every now and then...... It's going to two extremes more and more.

*

The winter vacation without Song Yao is finally over, and the second semester of the second year of high school without Song Yao is here.

Under the arrangement of the head teacher, Chen Yue had a new tablemate, the boy with heavy glasses, Xu Dongsheng. Neither of them expected to go around in circles, but in the end they became the same table.

But there was no one next to Du Jingchen, Chen Yue heard that Tang Xiaoyu dropped out of school and returned to Singapore. However, none of this matters to her, many things don't matter.

It doesn't matter if she is at the same table or not, it doesn't matter who it is, it won't be Song Yao anyway.

And since becoming Chen Yue's tablemate, as long as Xu Dongsheng sits down, he always feels a chill down his spine.

More than half of the semester has passed, and Xu Dongsheng, a slow-burning person, finally got acquainted with Chen Yue, and he didn't stammer like before.

Regarding the eyes behind him, Xu Dongsheng later told Chen Yue several times.

"Chen Yue, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes looking at me from behind...... But when I looked behind me, there was nothing......"

"You have fallen into the evil spirit", Chen Yue squinted slightly, deliberately frightened, "Maybe you are possessed by an evil spirit, why don't you ask your mother to hire a mage for you to do it?" ”

Chen Yue will ridicule him for this, entirely because Xu Dongsheng's mother always asks him for all kinds of talismans, all of which say that they have been opened, either to protect himself or to increase his luck.

"Don't scare me......" Xu Dongsheng was a little boy who was honest, and he was really scared by her.

"It's okay" Chen Yuele sighed, and continued to bewitch seriously, "I took a look, although this is evil, but it is not bad, rest assured, it will not hurt you~"

Under the influence of Xu's mother, Xu Dongsheng has always been very obsessed with ghosts and gods, and he nodded suspiciously about Chen Yue's words.

Chen Yue always felt that Xu Dongsheng was too simple, but saying these words to scare him would not make her feel uneasy about her conscience. This is the only time she can really laugh this semester.

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