"Huh." Angel sneered, "As long as I don't hurt her? Kang Rong, you really care about her. ”

Since there is no mandatory self-study, the campus is a little more lively on Friday nights than on weekdays.

On the path between the International Department and the gymnasium, I looked in confusion at the young boys and girls walking in pairs and in twos and threes, talking and laughing as they passed by.

I'm the only one in the shadows where there are no street lights, hating my own negligence for a guy on the verge of a run of reason.

"Angel......" I rubbed my eyebrows, trying to slow my tone, "I'll make it clear to her." Can you give her the phone? ”

"Don't you want to say a word to me?" I can imagine his face gritting his teeth.

"I don't want to." I honestly replied, "We don't have much to say. ”

The guy who gave up on me for the sake of the so-called responsibility, the guy who used violence against me for the sake of the childish self.

We don't have much to say.

There was a long, suffocating silence on the phone.

I remembered Angel's strange behavior in the evening behind the classroom — he never lingered at school after school — and at that time, he seemed to be waiting for something.

Where was Ye Mengjia at that time?

And with whom?

What did Sakura mean by that gesture to him?

Where did they go after leaving the classroom?

"Where is Ye Mengjia?" I finally couldn't hold it back, "Angel, today is her birthday, if her family knows ......"

"I've changed my mind." Angel's voice made me shudder, "Kang Rong, I'm not just going to destroy her...... I'm going to ruin you. ”

"Anqi, you misunderstood me and Ye Mengjia," I let go of the emotions that were stuck in my throat and tried my best to be sincere, "I am not serious with her. ”

"I know, I should have known a long time ago......," he laughed harshly, "when have you ever been serious?" ”

"You can think whatever you want." I took a deep breath and tried to restrain my anger, "Tell me where Ye Mengjia is?" Or let me have a couple of words with her. ”

"Didn't you mean you weren't serious about her? Then you and her have nothing to say. ”

"Don't hang up!" I was so anxious that my forehead sweated, "Anqi, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you come at me, what is it to bully girls?" ”

"Nothing." He laughed dryly, "I've never been a good person, and I've done bad things. ”

“……”

That's too harsh. I don't know how to respond.

"I've done some good things in my own right, but ......," his voice hollowed out again, "those things are troublesome to you, aren't they?" ”

"No......"

"You've never been interested in boys. If it weren't for that, no matter how many good things I do, I wouldn't have been able to change you, right? ”

"I ......"

Those things are already vague to me.

Or rather, I deliberately forgot everything that had been over the past year.

Suddenly he mentioned it like this, and I was almost overwhelmed by mixed feelings.

"Kang Rong, if I hadn't accompanied you at that time, you would have been ruined a long time ago." He squeezed out another sentence viciously.

"I know...... I've always been grateful to you......" I was incoherent, knowing that I might anger him by saying such things, but I couldn't find a better language.

"So you're really just grateful to me?" His tone was bleak, "Give me alms?" ”

“……”

I felt irritable. I don't want to talk to him about these foregone conclusions.

"Let's talk about it when we meet, right? Tell me where you are, okay? ”