Towards the end of school in the afternoon, the students slowly diluted their pastime about this matter.

Sang Ji rubbed his eyes, forced himself to stop thinking about Xu Jiamu, turned his pen to draw the sentence with Chen Jialiang as the focus, and wrote the analysis.

She seems to have turned her grief and anger into the power of learning, constantly reading books and taking notes, and constantly brushing questions and writing papers. I tried my best to make up for the knowledge points I had left behind, and I didn't stop writing even in my spare time.

She was afraid, afraid that as soon as she stopped, she would constantly fantasize that Xu Jiamu and the girl would do any intimate moves.

After school, Sang Ji has not left the classroom.

Looking up at the wall clock, it was already half past six, and it was getting dark outside.

Sang Ji looked at the blackboard and felt the lonely silence, and a trace of sadness crept into his heart again.

When tears filled her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes, forcibly hooked her lips and pretended to smile, put the things on the table into her school bag, and went downstairs.

She didn't know when she had become so sad.

Sitting on a simple bench waiting for a license plate for people to rest, Sang Ji looked at the gate of Shengnan University with a dull gaze.

Suddenly, a girl wearing a polka dot dress appeared in Sang Ji's sight, it was the girl who was close to Xu Jiamu at the school sports meeting.

After about half a minute, a familiar car stopped in front of the girl, and Sang Ji's eyes moved to the license plate number, which was Xu Jiamu's car.

The girl seemed to be very happy, and her good-looking face bloomed with a bright smile.

The rear seat door was opened, Xu Jiamu stretched out his slender legs and got out of the car, bypassed the other side and opened the car door for the girl, his face was also smiling.

Four years ago, he would have smiled at her like that.

He really has a girlfriend, and he treats her so gently.

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When the windows are opened, the wind blows to the face.

Sang Ji raised his hand and touched it, and he didn't know when tears were already covering his face. She rummaged through her schoolbag and couldn't find a tissue, so she could only wipe it with her hands.

The woman sitting in front heard her sobbing, turned her head curiously to look over, was frightened by Sang Ji's face full of tears, and hurriedly took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to her.

Asked with concern: "Little girl, why are you crying?" ”

Sang Ji took the tissue, endured the choking in his throat, opened his lips and wanted to speak, but the louder sobs came out, and he had to close his mouth again.

I read in my heart: My heart has been stolen, and when I want to come back, I am half dead, and I want to cry in pain.

The woman asked again, "Have you been bullied?" ”

Kuangki nodded.

The woman sighed and didn't speak again.

When the bus stopped, the woman picked up her bag and walked to the back door, and comforted her before getting off the bus: "Go home and tell your parents, don't cry." ”

Sang Ji nodded, looked at the woman standing at the waiting sign, and replied in his heart: Thank you.

Obviously comforted, the tears not only did not stop, but also became more and more ferocious, falling down with a snap.

Even strangers are so gentle, why are you so cold.

Can you give me a little tenderness too?

Can you not love that girl?

Can you stop falling in love and wait for me?

Xu Jiamu......

Sang Ji listened to the name of the station on the radio in the car, and knew that there were still four stations to get to the manor.

She tried her best to hold back her tears, not wanting Rong's mother to worry.

Sometimes take a deep breath, sometimes pat your face.

The driver seemed to understand the girl's heart, and this section of the road was driving very slowly.

When she arrived at the station, Sang Ji's tears stopped, she wiped her face, wiped the tears on her face, and thanked the driver with a crying voice.

Get out.