Chapter 11
I am in great pain now because I am being lectured by my little friend.
I regretted it, but Qingteng doesn't have an undo function. My pen pal who likes to watch the fun learned that I was writing a mood diary and strongly requested to watch it online.
I hesitated for ten minutes, thinking that my friends had seen it, and that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. Bah, that's not right. How could I, a master of keeping things balanced, be partial to one and ignore the other?
Look, look, I'm lying down anyway.
My friend watched me send my mood diary to my pen pals one by one and said, "I have never met a girl as sincere as you."
Thank you for the compliment!
After the joke, my friend looked serious and confused, which puzzled me.
I asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She asked puzzledly, "How did you come up with the idea of writing this essay?"
Why do I write such a mood diary? Of course it is to repay the boy who makes my heart beat!
My friend was extremely puzzled.
I explained, "My week has been like a roller coaster, and he's probably been pretty calm the whole time. Am I such a generous person?"
Of course not!
So I told her with great pride: "I don't think he and I will ever be together. You all know this. So I plan that if we meet during National Day, I will get his email address, send him this mood diary, and then block him at the speed of light. By then, the world will have nothing to do with me."
My friends were shocked by my genius plan.
I continued proudly, "Sister, I must make sure that even if it's just a passerby, I will leave behind a brilliant firework!"
My friend was convinced by me.
At this moment, my beloved college classmate J suddenly called me frantically on WeChat video: "Holy cow, I saw an anonymous post on Qingteng. It's amazing, but it looks a little familiar."
I waved my hand and said, "Don't doubt it, that's my sister."
My friend and classmate J were both shocked.
My friend: "You are really giving up!"
Classmate J clearly didn't recognize his friend, but at this moment he nodded and agreed as if they had known each other for a long time, "That's absolutely right."
Then I turned to my friend and said, "Is she crazy now?"
I interrupted in a deep voice, "No, I just let it go."
There are thousands of men in the world. If this one doesn't work, let's change it.
But after more than 20 years of being born, I still have feelings for this boy.
They don’t understand me, just like Fahai doesn’t understand Xiaoqing.
I sighed, ignored them, hung up the phone, and started updating my mood for the next chapter.
I believe there will always be someone in this world who can empathize with me, like my dearest pen pal!
When I sent my mood diary to my pen pal, I warned him repeatedly: "Don't show it to anyone, and this is a BE story."
My pen pal burst out laughing after reading it, I didn’t understand and was shocked.
This is my "blood and tears history".
Since my friend was watching the whole thing, she was puzzled: "Didn't you post anonymously? Are you afraid that your pen pal will promote you?"
I thought to myself, what’s the difference? If you post anonymously, who else would know about it except you who are watching?
My friend continued, "This post is so graphic and detailed, aren't you afraid that boy will see it?"
I pursed my lips and smiled like a lady: "He said he was very busy and hardly played Qingteng. He even read and replied to messages very late."
The friend continued to ask: "Do you believe this?"
I laughed, "If he dares to say it, I dare to believe it."
If he has the guts, he can ask me. If he does, I will immediately reply: "Didn't you say you don't play Qingteng much?"
Just when my friends were puzzled and shocked by my love-sickness, I hid my achievements and fame and walked away.
Well, food is the most important thing for people, and I’m hungry.
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