Let go

Two weeks after the start of the new semester, Xuqiu No.1 Middle School held another event.

It was a math competition hosted by four high schools. As soon as the news spread, all the students were incredibly excited.

"Lin Xing, Jiang Siye, you are the first and second place in math for the whole grade, you two go," Teacher Chen said.

A cheer erupted in the classroom, but Lin Xing didn't act as flamboyantly as Jiang Siye; instead, she kept her head down and continued writing her exercises.

Song Huan was also very happy and joined the others in clapping.

Lin Xing clicked his tongue in annoyance and glanced at Song Huan.

That look was no longer gentle, but rather sharp and cold, as if revealing the inner self.

Song Huan was startled and stopped clapping, turning back with a hint of sadness.

Does he hate me?

Song Huan lay on the table, lost in thought.

Lin Xing always missed the make-up class at noon, so Song Huan was free to study and review.

But for some reason, Song Huan always felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

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A few days later, the math competition began.

Teacher Chen asked everyone in Class 6 of Senior Three to go to the auditorium to watch the game.

Song Huan and Xu Han followed the group to the auditorium, found a place to sit down, and Song Huan lowered her head and picked at her fingers, seemingly feeling down.

Xu Han sensed something was wrong and asked Song Huan softly, "Huanhuan, what's wrong?"

Song Huan said hoarsely, "I'm fine."

How could nothing be wrong? Xu Han wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how, so she handed Song Huan a bottle of water.

Song Huan took it, and Xu Han vaguely saw that Song Huan was crying.

The competition started quickly, and Lin Xing sat in the middle answering questions. The spotlight shone on him, making him look like a shining star.

The surrounding audience was chanting Lin Xing's name, and these sounds made Song Huan's mind a little confused.

Recalling Lin Xing's previous indifference, Song Huan could no longer control her emotions and began to cry softly.

"Class monitor, what's wrong?" asked the classmate sitting next to Song Huan.

Song Huan wiped away her tears and forced a smile, saying, "Something got into my eye, it's nothing."

The student nodded and continued watching the game.

Song Huan told the teacher that she needed to use the restroom, and left after the teacher gave her permission.

Xu Han felt something was off, so she said to Teacher Chen, "I want to go too."

Teacher Chen waved her hand: "Go away, go away! Such a good opportunity to learn, and you've all gone to the toilet..."

Xu Han ignored her lecture and turned to leave.

In the bathroom.

Song Huan went to the sink, turned on the tap, splashed some water on her face.

There weren't many people around at that time; the students had all gone to watch the game.

Song Huan raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror: her cheeks were as red as an apple, her hair by her ears was wet and dripping, and the corners of her eyes were red, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

"Song Huan." Someone called her name, and Song Huan turned around abruptly in surprise, only to find that it was Xu Han.

"Song Huan." Another call came, and Xu Han walked towards Song Huan, who was somewhat at a loss.

"You like Lin Xing, right?"

Song Huan didn't respond.

"If you like someone, just say it, okay? And are you upset because of what happened this morning?"

Song Huan opened her mouth, and Xu Han sighed helplessly.

"I'm not stupid, I can see it. Lin Xing was in the wrong, it's not your fault. Cheer up," Xu Han comforted her.

Song Huan hugged Xu Han, her tears soaking Xu Han's clothes, and she hummed in response.

"Go to the restroom first, then I'll take you to get something delicious to eat," Xu Han said.

Song Huan nodded, as if she had sensed something.

Sure enough, when she took off her underwear to use the restroom, there was a patch of red blood. She whispered to Xu Han outside the door, "Do you have a sanitary napkin?"

Xu Han realized this and handed her a pack of sanitary napkins.

The bathroom was filled with the smell of menstruation.

After changing, Song Huan and Xu Han went to the convenience store.

When paying the bill, Song Huan saw a familiar girl, dressed in plain clothes, with little expression on her face, whistling.

It is Shen Guai.