Chapter 10
I was deeply aware of my love-sickness and felt deeply desperate. I just hoped that his rejection would come sooner so that I could return to normal as soon as possible.
After six days of a rollercoaster of emotions, thinking about all this, I feel like I've slowly become resigned, even a bit resigned. Anyway, the probability of this thing succeeding is very high (according to the collective and unwavering judgment of my "think tank," the probability of success is 0.000001%).
So, looking at his message on the Qingteng page, I replied very unreservedly: "I am on statutory holidays, and I am free every day during the National Day."
In fact, when I decided to give up yesterday, I had already made an appointment with my friends to go hiking together on National Day.
Similarly, before writing my diary today, my friends and I had planned to go to the mall for a big meal. Nothing can relieve sadness better than eating. If one meal isn't enough, then two will do.
Who knew that my group of mischievous interns would give me such a big "surprise" early in the morning.
Who would have known that even if I gave up, there would still be light at the end of the tunnel.
Of course, according to my friend, this is just a last gasp.
In short, no matter whether it is a ray of hope or a flash of light, we are now sitting in Starbucks, writing my mood diary while being urged by my friend to look at Qingteng from time to time.
But I ran away from home with a girl's reserve and came back. If I had just relayed it, it would have been fine, but when I showed her my reply, she would have laughed to death at my worthless appearance.
So I defended myself to the death and refused to let anyone see it.
…
Unfortunately, my revolution failed.
So as I watched my friend staring at my phone screen in disbelief, I instinctively grabbed the pillow on the couch behind me and covered my face with it.
To borrow a phrase from the queen Diao Chan: "I am so shy!"
My friend returned the phone to me and looked at me with an indescribable expression.
After three seconds of "affectionate" staring at each other, I, as skilled as ever, threw the towel and sent Mr. Shi a ridiculously inane message right in front of her: "Excuse me, but is your profile picture of you? If I say I'm just attracted to your face, would you think I'm superficial?"
My friend was stunned.
I laughed.
Come on, let’s hurt each other!
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