The head teacher is by no means a strong introvert.

On the contrary, she has been a class teacher for so many years, and she is also very good at managing students.

I looked at her shocked and angry expression, and guessed that probably no one would dare to speak to her like that.

"Teacher, I'll sit in the last row alone." I don't want to embarrass her; I don't want to go back to where I was.

Angel glared at me, and immediately turned away; I couldn't see his expression.

It's still that childish Angel......

I suddenly relented and wanted to hug him.

The head teacher's tirade was like a messy fluttering catkins in early spring, fluttering across my ears and away with the wind.

Towards the end of my lunch break, I was finally able to get out.

Back in the classroom, I awkwardly moved my seat to the last row under the watchful eyes of my classmates in the last row.

Only those diehards who have been abandoned by their teachers will sit in such positions.

I don't know if I can give up on Angel in such a remote corner......

I hope so.

After a week, Ding Hengbin finally returned to the classroom.

In all fairness, he turned out to be quite handsome.

However, now his shoulders are uneven, his originally smooth face is colored, and his flat teeth are missing two and a half ......

He glanced around and saw me in the corner, his eyes full of sympathy and contempt.

This sight sent chills down my body.

Oh, yes...... As a gay person, I like the brutal and violent Angel, which is more ridiculous and pathetic than him.

I apologized to Ding Hengbin on behalf of Anqi, but he rejected it with disdain.

I never spoke to him since—he always looked at me with hatred more than at Angel.

I don't know what Anqi said to Ding Hengbin.

I don't have a father? Have I ever been mentally ill? Or do I actually want to empathize and don't fall in love, so I got close to Ding Hengbin a while ago?

……

I don't dare to think about it anymore.

Gradually, the class began to talk about Angel and me.

Some classmates have teased me and Angel before.

But those words are undoubtedly more joking, and in the end they are harmless.

But now, after witnessing what happened to Ding Hengbin, some people are beginning to take it seriously.

Studying in a classroom with me or Angel seems quite disgusting.

I didn't have any friends, so it was like an island in my class.

Barren. Lifeless.

Only Xu Zhi occasionally talks to me.

But he was probably influenced by other people, and gradually distanced himself from me, consciously or unconsciously.

At the same time, some girls started approaching me.

With unconcealed curiosity and a motherly tenderness that made me feel uncomfortable, they smiled and asked me what was going on with Angel and I.

I didn't respond, and gradually they didn't have the interest in gossiping anymore.

But there is only one exception - Ye Mengjia.

I remembered her name because ...... Damn, it's because of him.

Due to too many troubles at school, I still haven't moved back home for a while.

Mothers are always able to calm themselves; Going back like this now will only add to her troubles.

"Kang Rong, you've recently become a geist again." Before the Chinese class, Ye Mengjia, the representative of the Chinese language department who had borrowed my homework before, held her chin in her hands and propped her arms on the stack of books on my desk, looking worried.

"It's better to be a geist." I put away the draft full of binary star systems, "I've already turned in my homework." ”

"I know, I'm not here to collect my homework." Ye Mengjia sighed lightly, "Kang Rong, your recent state is so worrying. ”

"There's nothing to worry about." I'm a little impatient.

"Don't say that. You don't care about other people's eyes, setbacks are always temporary. She laughed, white teeth between her rosy lips.

"Really?" My gaze fell uncontrollably on Angel again—he was joking with Van Yesh or something.

I took a deep breath, "But I think ...... Frustration seems to be eternal. ”