"If you don't want to learn, there's no need to come to school."

Someone grabbed me by the ear and pulled me into the hallway.

I tore up a book.

I frantically tore up the book.

It was like tearing myself apart.

"You go home for me now, don't affect other classmates here, you give up on yourself, that's your business, don't drag all your classmates with you!" Teacher Tang looked at me very calmly, she was not angry, and I was not angry.

I was like a madman.

I'm just a madman.

I'd rather be a madman.

"The murderer hasn't been found yet!"

I looked at her coldly, she was not a murderer, but in my eyes, I would rather she be a murderer, because I was so close to the murderer, I could grab the murderer's collar and push him down the corridor, he was not dead, I would step on him, I would step on him, I would stomp on him, I would hit him with my fists, I could do what I could do with a murderous personality.

But Teacher Tang is not a murderer, she is just cold, looking at me like me.

"I know the murderer hasn't been found, but Chen Lin definitely doesn't want to see you like this. Look at what you look like now? Ghosts? ”

"They can't catch the murderer! They are rubbish! ”

I interrupted her.

I won't catch the murderer either!

I'm a waste too!

"Chen Lin won't want you to be what you are now, if you don't think this through, you will give me home! If it weren't for you being my student, I wouldn't bother to care about you. You leave school for me now. ”

Teacher Tang tilted her head sideways, and from her eyes, everything about me was so bad.

Terrible.

I turned to leave, and she snorted, she hadn't been so ruthless three months ago.

I'm supposed to be ruthless.

I came down the hallway, and I didn't want to say that I was walking like a fly, but the fire in my stomach suddenly came out again.

Why can she say her name so righteously?

She is obviously the victim, such a bad case, but she can't catch the murderer.

She died in vain.

She's for no reason,

She without warning,

She's like a dispensable,

I'm like a joke.

She's dead.

Everyone knew she was dead.

The killer also knew she was dead.

I also knew she was dead.

But she couldn't die in vain.

Because of the bond I have with her, the bond I have known her since I was a child, the bond with which I grew up, she is so kind, she is so beautiful, she is so smart, she is so lovely, she is so dignified, she is so elegant, she is so virtuous, she is so virtuous, she is so optimistic, she is so cheerful, she is so lively, she is so young.

It shouldn't be her who died.

She never had a personal vendetta, nor was she ever a public vendetta.

Why wasn't the murderer the one who died?

Why aren't the thousands of scum of this world who are dying?

Why wasn't it me who died?

She has such a good time, she has such a beautiful everything.

Although she did not live in heaven, although her life can only be described as hard, although her life status has always been in a state of subsistence and clothing.

But she never gave up on ending her life......

What bad luck, this bad luck is coming to take her life!

Damn it, bastards who haven't been brought to justice yet!

Let me not be sad for her, let me not forget her, let me stop missing her, all are bastards.

I burst into tears again.

I thought I would always remember her, but I thought, now that it was autumn, she would be wearing a little jacket, and she would put her hair in a thick white scarf, exhaling hot air, and laughing at my ugly black scarf.

She was supposed to sit in the classroom, sit in the classroom, and chat with me. Forever chatting with me, I tirelessly asked her questions, and she got impatient and just gently pushed me away and told me to go back to my own classroom.

She should have taken a breath in the window of the cold winter and painted a smiling face in the fog. I passed by and laughed at her smiling face for being so bale of straw. She came after me, or she snorted and asked me to draw a nice one too.

I was supposed to be in the cold winter.

Send her home.

I should have sent her home.

I should......

I should have been, I should have been, I would not skimp on my love......

I wouldn't make her feel like I was going to like another woman.

I should and must let her live in happiness.

I know her favorite scallion oil noodles, I know her favorite lamb puppet, I know her favorite male star, I know what her expression is sad, I know where she goes when she's happy, I know where she goes when she's sad.

I know everything about her.

I should know everything about her, not because I was sentimental, but because she told me everything.

But I know it doesn't make sense.

Because she's dead.

She is not my relative, but I can't lose her.

She's in my world, gone.

She did not die of death, nor was she tortured by illness, but was killed by others.

I can't find the murderer, they can't find the murderer.

The murderer is at large.

And I lost her forever.

Why is it not the murderer who died!

Why me, why her, to bear death?

I don't accept that the meaning of my life is not all her, but when she leaves, the meaning of my life loses its meaning.

I want revenge......

I want revenge!

I want revenge!

The person who is at large, the one who persuaded me to be generous, let them try to die a relative!

I can't control myself......

Vomited like crazy.

When I think of what they said to me, and when I think of what Mr. Tang said to me to persuade me to return to life, I vomit so much that I can't help it.

Dead, if it's her daughter. I also advised her to be generous. The murderer has not been brought to justice, and her daughter's body has not been buried, so I advise her to be generous!!

Be generous! You can't be resurrected from the dead! She's dead!

But the murderer hasn't been caught yet!

The murderer hasn't caught yet!

The murderer hasn't caught yet!

The murderer hasn't caught yet!

The murderer still pinched me and grabbed it!

The murderer hasn't caught yet!

Murderer! Not yet! Bring to justice!

My stomach probably couldn't stand my vomiting like this and started to curl up, and I had to curl up with it.

But I, I can't catch the murderer......

Even they can't catch the murderer, and I can't catch the murderer without first-hand clues.

She has no personal enemies.

The two girls who died could not be the personal enemies of that person's middle-aged perverts.

I had to stagger home.

If a car hits me, I'll accept it.

But I couldn't die.

I want revenge.

I want revenge.

I want revenge.

There's no way I don't want revenge.

Even if I can't get revenge!

I want revenge too!

I tell everyone that I'm a madman.

I'm just a madman.

I collapsed on the ground and watched others look at me like a lost dog, their eyes, their everything, had nothing to do with me.

No one can really empathize, because it is not theirs who loses,

Love.

It's mine...... Love. Why should you die at the hands of such a pervert for no reason......

Why should she be so beautiful and yet accept such filth?

I......

I......

I......

I......

My tears...... Worthless.

"Little Blue Grandma...... I think...... It won't be ...... This person......"

A little boy squatted next to me, he was dressed in a Hanfu, I looked at him in pain, I was dirty, dusty, no one could recognize me.

Are the children laughing at me?

Let him laugh......

"It's not the same as saying yes...... You told me that he was approachable, very good-looking, or at least a beautiful man...... This...... It's not like ......."

The little boy ripped my hair open......

My eyes, as if they had met a bright light, saw this boy who seemed to be talking nonsense.

He has a pair of beautiful big eyes, big black eyes that are slick and watery, and a small eyebrow pattern, which is very beautiful, like a jewel dotted on his eyebrows.

But he was dressed in a singing costume and carried a large suitcase.

He looked at me suspiciously, and I turned my head away, propped myself on the ground, and slowly got up.

I ignored him, stumbled up, and he followed.

I don't know who he's talking to.

I don't have anyone around, let alone a woman who can be called a grandmother.

"Little Blue Grandma...... Let's look again, it's too different from the person you said...... I searched for three months...... That's what I found...... Not really. ”

I looked at him and ignored him, he was just carrying a big wooden box that didn't match his little body, and I was still vomiting, so I went to the trash can and vomited into the trash can.

The strong stench of the trash can made me vomit again.

"Isn't it? It's true? Are you serious? Earnest? Grandma, are you serious? He looked at me with his nose covered and disgusted......

I also looked at him with disgust.

I was very uncomfortable, and I walked slowly.

I'm going back to sleep.

I can't get revenge.

I'm a piece of shit.

I'm a madman.

I'm the Walking Dead.

I don't understand the meaning of life tomorrow.

I don't understand why people live.

What is the use of going to school if people don't even understand the meaning of life?

Abandon me.

I thought so.

Like my parents, abandon me.

Abandon me.

Like this world, forsake me.

Like me, forsake me.

"Hey...... Excuse me, is your name Changyu Kaede? ”

The boy followed my ass.

It's like my tail.

I didn't want to get rid of him, but he kept following me, which upset me.

I'm annoyed.

Perhaps, I was meant to be an annoying thing.

I ignored him.

My name is indeed Changyu Kaede.

But what does it matter?

Long-feathered maple ......

Dead one.

I'm Kaede.

A complete waste.

"Hey! Are you called Kaede Changyu? He chased after me and asked, "If you're not, I'll go find someone else, so as not to delay your time."

I ignored him, and he stopped me and wanted me to ignore him.

He also deliberately put a foot on the foot, and I almost stumbled on top of him, and he barely moved, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Sure enough, it's not. Right......" He glanced at me who had fallen again, got up, and spread his hands very boringly: "I said that my father would not be like this...... If he was like this when he was young, then it would be okay, my mother is as beautiful as a fairy, this sloppy ghost, can she like it? ”

He turned to leave, and I glanced back at him and fell to the ground again.

I got up...... After a long ......

Go home. Back...... The eighteenth floor, hell.

I collapsed on the bed......

I don't want to think about anything, I don't want to touch anything......

Don't want to ...... anything

Cough...... Saddened...... Vomit.

I think I'm going to be tormented to death by myself for three months......

I felt like I was thinking of her again.

She might say.

Is your room so messy that it hasn't been cleaned up? If I don't clean up quickly, I don't have a place to sit.

She might say.

What do you eat every day, don't you have a normal meal? How can you not eat well? It's hard to hurt your stomach!

She'd also sit on the couch and watch the animation of the puppet with a clever little lamb.

Maybe it wasn't an anime, because I saw that her favorite male star was in that TV series.

She likes the actor Chen Feng very much.

She said, Chen Feng looks a lot like me...... I am very similar to Chen Feng, in our name, there is a maple character, she praised Chen Feng for being handsome, and also said that I was beautiful, she praised Chen Feng for being elegant, and also praised me for being Sven, she praised Chen Feng, and always brought me.

She praised me, but I was always ashamed of myself.

She told me that I was the most mature and youngest boyish boy she had ever met in her life, and she said that if men were to be compared to treasures, I would be the most shining treasure in the world.

I said you too.

She smiled and said, you can't talk like Zhang Fei.

You've got to praise me in your own words.

I praised her like the stars.

I praised her like the stars.

I praised her as the day.

I praised her like a god.

Walk into my world, come into my world, be with me, and let me be flattered.

She laughed.

I don't know what she's laughing at.

All I know is that she looks good when she smiles.

I started crying again.

I have not been stingy with my tears.

I cried for her, and I cried for myself.

I'm so selfish, I want someone to have everything about her, she's so beautiful, I just want her to be mine alone. I can't share her with the world, and I don't even want to show her off to the world, because that would attract more admirers.

I'm selfish.

I'm scared.

I can't get her heart from the many admirers.

But I lost her.

It's like ...... Something that happened in the moment.

"Hey! Anybody home? ”

The little boy followed.

This is the eighteenth floor of hell.

"Your name is Changyu Kaede, right...... I'm sorry I called you by name, I have something to ask you for......"

I looked at the ceiling......

I heard his voice, but I just emptied my head.

I was still crying, and I could feel my tears running down the corners of my eyes. It's hot, my whole body.

I'm like a dead body.

"Your name is Changyu Kaede, right...... I'm sorry, but I'm really looking for you...... Can you open the door? I know you're at home. Sorry. ”

He became polite and knocked on the door.

Gotta gotcha,

Gotta get it.

"I really have something urgent to find you."

"You may not know what's going on yet...... But it's important to you! ”

Gotta gotcha,

Gotta get it!

"It had to do with my mother. Please open the door! ”

"This matter has something to do with you! Please open the door! ”

Gotta gotcha,

Gotta get it.

"Please! Open the door! Open the door! I know you're at home, I know you're inside! ”

I looked at the ceiling......

I'm tired.

Listening to the knock on the door, I closed my eyes.

I should probably sleep all the time...... Never wake up......