The next morning, when Zhuang Li got up, the agent from the Ministry of State Security had already prepared breakfast for him and explained to him that Teng Xuan and others had been arrested and sent to a juvenile detention center for reeducation through labor.
"We will keep a close eye on the people around you in the future. If a stranger approaches you on purpose, please be cautious. We will immediately conduct an identity background check on this person. Please do not go out with them alone." The agent repeatedly warned.
"What if I try every possible means to get close to others?" Zhuang Li took a small sip of the milk and asked with interest.
"It's an honor for that person to be approached by you, but we will also investigate his identity and background. Please enjoy your meal, we'll be leaving first." The agent said and left the apartment.
Zhuang Li picked up his chopsticks and ate breakfast slowly, his mood not affected at all.
7480, however, seemed to have lost his soul, and kept muttering, "Master, how long have you been in this world? One day? If I remember correctly, one day? Really just one day? Why so fast?"
In just one day, the Child of Destiny was killed by the host. This speed...
7480 hugged himself silently, shaking the flesh on his body, and kept murmuring: "What are you afraid of? This is my master! What are you afraid of? This is my master..."
After a few times, it finally stopped shaking, and for some unknown reason, it felt a little proud.
Zhuang Li picked up a fried dumpling and put it on the plate to dip it in vinegar. He said nonchalantly, "Si Ming's time is running out. I don't have time to play games with those rubbish."
"So you originally wanted to have fun with them, right?" 7480 inquired cautiously.
"Well, I have such a plan. Teng Xuan is very conceited, so I will destroy his pride in all aspects and make him live in frustration for the rest of his life.
"Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo like to race cars, play games, and bully men and women. I will send them to jail for a few years.
"Xiu Yue likes to watch plays, I will make him spend the rest of his life squatting under the overpass watching plays with a broken bowl in his hand.
"Whatever they care about most, I take away. That's the game I set for them."
Zhuang Li took a bite of the fried dumpling and sighed, "This process could have been fun, but it's a pity I didn't have the time."
Hearing this, 7480 breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer felt that the thought of Destiny's child being arrested and imprisoned was a terrible thing. If Destiny's child had not been sent to juvenile detention, but had been toyed with by this big devil, the ending would have been even more tragic!
Isn’t Zhuang Xu, who was bullied into committing suicide by hitting his head against a pillar, the best lesson for us?
"Master is mighty, Master 666!" 7480 raised his fat arms and shouted a few slogans fearfully.
Zhuang Li curled his lips and smiled, seeming to find its reaction very interesting.
After finishing breakfast and putting on his school uniform, Zhuang Li spent half an hour fixing his hair in front of the mirror at the door before picking up his schoolbag and preparing to go to school.
As he rode the elevator down, he pulled out his phone, logged onto the campus network, and wrote a diary entry: [Teng Xuan, game over.] The words "game over" were written in bright red, superimposed over Teng Xuan's name.
Then, Zhuang Li chose to open the diary.
That is to say, starting today, netizens who are interested in him can openly visit his homepage and see his private feelings without "Red Falcon" having to work hard to hack into his account and take screenshots and repost them.
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Before morning self-study every day, students in Chongming have the habit of checking the campus network or forum.
The hottest topic at the moment is naturally the love betting live broadcast game. However, after logging into the relevant website, everyone was surprised to find that the live broadcast account of the four-member group had been permanently cancelled, the love forum they founded had also been banned, and all remarks that were unfavorable to Zhuang Li had been deleted.
"What happened? Who did it?"
"Could it be the god of sleep?"
"His relationship with Zhuang Li isn't that good."
"It should be school."
Everyone was talking about it and had their own guesses.
Then someone else exclaimed, "Fuck! Go check out Zhuang Li's campus homepage. He's opened up his diary!"
Everyone quickly logged into the campus network, and the first thing that caught their eyes was Teng Xuan's name, which was marked as "game over".
Even a fool could see that Zhuang Li was provoking him. He clearly declared in his diary that Teng Xuan was finished, the game was over, and the ultimate winner was me!
"What does that mean? For no reason, why is Teng Xuan game over? What about the upcoming monthly exams? What about the mock exams? Does he no longer need to be first in the class and first in the grade? That plundering list doesn't count anymore?" someone asked in surprise.
"It looks like the game is over early."
"I don't know what's going on with Teng Xuan. How come it's game over?"
"Just wait until Teng Xuan comes and ask him and you'll know."
"Zhuang Li might be bluffing."
Everyone gathered together and whispered, with excited expressions on their faces as if they were watching a good show.
Xiu Yue, who was inexplicably scolded by his father when he went out, felt a little nervous for some reason. He took his mobile phone and went outside to call Teng Xuan, but the call was never connected; then he called Huang Zhe and Fang Yi Bo, but there was no response.
What happened to the three of them?
Xiu Yue returned to the classroom with a frown, only to find that Si Ming, who was always late, had come particularly early today. He was now standing with his arms folded across his chest, staring at the classroom door with a fierce look in his eyes.
Zhong Xingyun held up the phone and whispered something to his ear with a secret smile on his face.
These two people should also be discussing the diary that Zhuang Li just released.
In just one day, Zhuang Li had already completed a counterattack from obscurity to fame. He is indeed very capable.
Xiu Yue suppressed his anxiety, sat back in his seat, and looked towards the classroom door, waiting with everyone for the person that everyone was paying attention to.
At half past seven, Zhuang Li walked into the classroom carrying his schoolbag, followed by Teacher Zhou, whose face was flushed and smiling brightly.
Everyone looked at Zhuang Li, then were stunned and their jaws dropped.
After a complete showdown with Teng Xuan, Zhuang Li was no longer hunched over and gloomy, but revealed his true nature openly and completely.
His school uniform had been fashionably altered, with the waistline narrowed a few inches and the trouser legs shortened. He wore a pair of white sneakers, which made him look slim, long-legged, and dashing. His curly hair was styled in a messy style, and his narrow eyes casually scanned everything around him, like an aristocrat stepping out of a medieval painting, so proud and arrogant.
The classroom was quiet for a moment, and then it broke out into a commotion.
"Damn, is this Zhuang Li? I can't even recognize him!"
"I didn't recognize him either! His appearance and clothes remained the same, only his temperament changed. He looked like a completely different person."
"Teng Xuan lost miserably! His grades, looks, temperament, character, and tactics—he was completely defeated. No wonder he once suppressed Zhuang Li so harshly!"
Zhuang Li walked through the whispering crowd without being affected at all. He narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and looked at Si Ming intently.
Si Ming naturally took Curly's schoolbag, stuffed it into the drawer, and whispered, "I saw the diary you updated this morning. Don't you want to play anymore?"
"No more playing around. Time is life." Zhuang Li took out his cell phone and sent a message to Mr. Liu, asking about the preparations for the laboratory.
"Yes, your current task is to concentrate on your studies and get into a good university in the future." Si Ming advised earnestly.
"What about you? Have you ever thought about your future? You sleep every day and don't listen to any class. How are you going to get into college in the future? What will you do if I get into a school like Q University? Will we be able to meet again in the future?" Zhuang Li threw the phone back on the table and asked seriously.
Si Ming opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
"I don't care how much money your family has, or how many paths they've paved for you. If you don't study, you'll always run into unsolvable problems in the future. Who will you turn to then? If you still want to be my friend, from now on, you must study hard, listen carefully to the lectures, study diligently, and work hard to control your own destiny."
Zhuang Li spread out Si Ming's English book, pointed at the first lesson, and said in a half-threatening, half-ordering tone, "Read it early. I'm going to apply to Q University in the future, and I hope you can get in too. You are my first friend, and I cherish our fate. After graduating from high school, I want to go to the same university and study the same major as you. If you think I'm too much to do, just go back to sleep, and I'll never care about you again."
Si Ming looked at the brand new English textbook and felt conflicted.
Conflicting emotions such as happiness, pain, frustration, and expectation repeatedly tormented his heart, and finally merged into unprecedented courage.
He didn't expect that Curly would treat him as his only friend and even agreed to take the college entrance examination together with him.
He was a man who could not see the future. However, today, in the chaotic darkness, the road to the future seemed to be illuminated a little by a small lamp, and also extended a little, reaching a goal that was clear enough to see.
The Gaokao exam was just a few months away, and perhaps his condition wouldn't worsen so quickly; perhaps he could still enjoy another year or two of college life with Curly. They would study together, strive together, and run towards a common goal together, leaving a brilliant mark of color in their fleeting youth.
When the day comes when he can no longer stand up, even if he feels pain and powerlessness in his heart, he can rely on this never-fading memory to fight against despair.
Thinking of that future, Si Ming's left hand, which had been waving freely, actually trembled slightly. He could hardly suppress the excitement and excitement in his heart.
"Okay, let's take the entrance exam to Q University together. I'll ask grandpa to hire a tutor for me now." Si Ming took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Grandpa Si.
The other end called soon to inquire about the situation. I don’t know what he remembered but he choked with tears and kept saying, “Okay, okay, grandpa will treat you right away, don’t give up on yourself” and so on.
Si Ming was afraid that his secret would be discovered by Curly, so he secretly turned down the volume.
Zhuang Li smiled, rubbed his head, and then pulled his pale ears.
Si Ming, who was originally a little depressed, immediately turned red in the ears. After hanging up the phone, he was like a chicken with its blood injected. He pointed at each word with his finger and began to read the English text aloud, which stunned Teacher Zhou on the podium.
Zhong Xingyun quickly turned his head away and wiped the corners of his eyes imperceptibly.
When Xiu Yue heard Si Ming's loud reading voice, he couldn't help but look back, his eyes were very cold.
Sensing his malicious gaze, Zhuang Li also looked over and secretly curled the corners of his lips.
During this morning self-study session, Si Ming was probably the only one in the class who was studying wholeheartedly. The other students would occasionally look at the three empty seats, where Teng Xuan, Huang Zhe, and Fang Yi Bo were supposed to be sitting.
After finally making it to the end of morning self-study, a gossipy classmate raised his phone and shouted, "Quick, check out the latest announcement from the Academic Affairs Office! Nine people have been expelled from the school, including Teng Xuan, Huang Zhe, and Fang Yibo!"
The classroom was in an uproar. Some people didn't believe it, some exclaimed, and some covered their mouths and laughed in glee.
Expelling nine students at once is an extremely rare event in other schools, let alone in Chongming?
You have to know that the vast majority of Chongming children come from powerful families, with incredibly extensive connections and influence. Therefore, even if some children make serious mistakes, the school will only give them a minor punishment and a serious warning, and no one dares to offend them.
Firing nine people in a row, such a major move definitely created a new history in Chongming.
Is the principal crazy?
Being expelled means a stain on one’s resume. How could the parents of these children agree to this?
Moreover, these nine students all come from prominent families. If they unite to attack Chongming, Chongming will be unable to withstand it. Where does the principal get the confidence from?
The students were all stunned.
Xiu Yue immediately connected his father's scolding this morning with the dismissal of these nine people, and then remembered a detail that he had overlooked: when they parted yesterday, Huang Zhe and Fang Yi Bo said in a gloomy tone that they would teach Zhuang Li a lesson, and even said that they would take a video to destroy each other.
However, after one night, Zhuang Li was fine, but the others disappeared inexplicably.
GAME OVER——these two big blood-red words suddenly jumped into Xiu Yue’s mind, making his heart tighten suddenly.
Zhuang Li already knew everything that was happening, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have written such a diary entry. Even the expulsion of these nine people was his doing! Who was helping him?
Apart from Si Ming, Xiu Yue couldn't think of anyone else who had such strength.
But why? Why is Si Ming so nice to Zhuang Li?
Xiu Yue was keenly aware that the relationship between these two people was very strange and worth exploring in depth. Perhaps in the end, he would discover a surprise.
At the same time, the whole class thought of the diary that Zhuang Li posted this morning, and a chill ran through their hearts.
They shouldn't have offended this hidden boss before, right?
In just one day, he'd already tormented Teng Xuan and the others to the point where they couldn't even attend school. Zhuang Li's methods were truly terrifying! He was a helpless burden, yet he could turn things around and kill anyone he wanted. Where did he get the energy? Was he a monster?
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At the same time, Zhuang Xin was sitting in the school's security room, carrying a thermos bucket and undergoing strict interrogation.
Last night, a group of heavily armed police officers stormed the Teng family home and took Teng Xuan and Teng Wei away. At around 4:00 a.m., Teng Wei was released, but Teng Xuan was nowhere to be found.
Zhuang Xin was extremely panicked and ran up to ask what happened, but Teng Wei ordered her to come to school to see Zhuang Li today and tell him the details.
So Zhuang Xin came, carrying a pot of porridge cooked by the nanny, full of impatience.
"I'm his mother, why can't I go in? Do you want me to show you my household registration book?"
"You don't need a household register, just show your ID card... Well, we've confirmed your identity. Please wait, we'll call Mr. Zhuang and ask his wishes." The security guard, with an unusually dignified demeanor, took out his cell phone and made a call.
After a moment, he nodded, his tone very respectful: "Okay, we understand. We will never let her appear in front of you again. We will send someone to transfer your household registration out right away. Okay, you study hard and we will take care of it."
After hanging up the phone, the security guard waved his hand and Zhuang Xin was driven away.
She walked to the side of the road angrily, threw the thermos into the trash can, and called Teng Wei to complain about what had just happened. She kept scolding the security guard for being so narrow-minded and scolding Zhuang Li for being heartless and not even recognizing his mother.
Teng Wei listened to her patiently and sneered, "Zhuang Xin, did you really hear those people say they wanted to move Zhuang Li's household registration?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Xin hasn't realized what the problem is yet.
"City B's household registration is the most difficult to transfer, but those people said they'd just move it anyway. Have you ever considered where your son got the energy? Do you remember what Zhuang Li said to you when Teacher Zhou called us to school that day?"
"Which sentence?" Zhuang Xin was stunned.
"You laughed at that sentence for several days after you came back." Teng Wei pointed out.
Zhuang Xin's expression of disapproval froze on her face, and she said with great difficulty, "Is that it? If I want to see him in the future, do I have to report it to the government?"
"That's right. Zhuang Xin, don't you think your situation today is exactly like that? Your son wanted to leave you, and someone immediately helped him transfer his household registration. Outsiders who wanted to see him had to go through layers of inspection. Even you, his mother, wouldn't be allowed in without his consent. Do you think the school has that right? Obviously, they don't, but the government does."
After being reminded, Zhuang Xin suddenly realized that the aura of the security guard was not right. He was too cold and too majestic, like an official. Moreover, there was a bulge on the back of his waist, which looked like a gun!
"No, it won't." Zhuang Xin said with trembling lips.
"Yes, it's just as you thought. Your son has become successful, but he doesn't want you anymore. Congratulations on losing the greatest support in your life. Come back and we will divorce." Teng Wei hung up the phone happily.
Knowing that Zhuang Li didn't care about his mother at all, Teng Wei felt free to vent his anger on Zhuang Xin.
All the evils were caused by this woman!
Zhuang Xin slowly sat down with the help of the trash can. She was stunned for a long time before she hugged her head and groaned in pain. Then she stood up and, regardless of the dirt and mess, frantically searched for the thermos she had thrown away.
However, once it is dirty, it is dirty, and once it is thrown away, it is thrown away. Even if you pick it up again, no one will want it.
Chapter 144 Love Betting Live Game 14┃Zhuang Li: Si Ming, I don’t want to be friends with you.
The laboratory is being prepared non-stop, and Zhuang Li takes advantage of his free time to intensify his supervision of Si Ming.
"You are not allowed to sleep in class. Pay attention to the lesson!" He tore off the coat that Si Ming had covered his head with.
Si Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes and tried to concentrate on the class, but his head was nodding and he could fall asleep at any moment. He wanted to lie down when he heard the teacher's voice, and this habit was impossible to change in a short time.
Zhuang Li stared at him for a long time, then smiled strangely.
A second later, Si Ming, exhausted, said: "!!!"
"You, why are you standing so close to me? Aren't you hot?" He frowned and looked under the desk, as if he was very impatient, but his ears were red as if bleeding.
Zhuang Li held his chin with one hand and gently turned the pen with the other, his eyes fixed on the podium, as if he was listening to the lecture very seriously. However, his long legs placed under the table suddenly moved close to Si Ming's long legs, sticking closely to him.
The fabric blocks the contact of the skin, but it cannot block the exchange of body temperature. The indescribable ambiguous heat is quietly transmitted in this way.
Si Ming could have avoided this overly intimate contact by simply moving his thighs to the side, but he simply mumbled a few words and remained motionless. His ears grew redder, and his intense sleepiness had long since been replaced by an inner excitement.
Zhuang Li chuckled and asked in his ear, "Are you still sleepy now?" Then he rubbed Si Ming's thigh lightly with his knee.
Si Ming's ears turned red like two pieces of iron. He shook his head and said, "I'm not sleepy anymore. I'm not sleepy anymore."
He glanced at the long legs pressed against him under the table, then looked at the little curly-haired girl's red lips with a strange smile on their faces. An incredible thought flashed through his mind, and then his heart began to pound.
Zhuang Li tapped the back of his hand lightly with the pen cap and ordered, "Pay attention to the lesson."
"Oh!" Si Ming agreed in a daze, then looked at the podium with renewed energy.
Now his head was buzzing, his heart was beating wildly, and the blood was bubbling in his body. It would be strange if he could sleep.
After class, Zhuang Li took out the exercise book and helped Si Ming with his homework. He helped him sort out the knowledge points from the most basic part. If he didn't understand it the first time, he would explain it twice, and if he didn't understand it the second time, he would explain it three times. He was never tired of it.
Si Ming listened to it more than a dozen times but still didn't understand. Zhuang Li, running out of patience, gently pulled his ear and whispered with a hint of anger and laughter, "Why are you so stupid? I'll call you Big Silly from now on, okay?"
Si Ming's ears immediately turned red. He turned his eyes to glance at the curly-haired boy and nodded quickly, "Okay."
The word "good" actually carries a sense of surprise and urgency.
It was obvious that he liked the nicknames Curly gave him. Only close friends would do that.
"Then I'll call you Little Curly from now on?" After saying this, Si Ming immediately turned his head away and chuckled, as if he had finally fulfilled a huge wish.
Zhuang Li: "..."
"Whatever you want, big idiot." Finally, Zhuang Li also covered half of his face and laughed uncontrollably.
Si Ming immediately leaned forward and called out on impulse, "Little Curly?"
"That's enough, you big idiot. Hurry up and do the test!" Zhuang Li pushed his head away, his face full of helplessness, but his eyes hid obvious doting.
Zhong Xingyun, who witnessed all this: "..."
Fuck you! Si Ming, you really have two faces? You act like a big shot in front of me, but you act like a grandson in front of the academic genius!
After exchanging nicknames with Curly, Si Ming was like a chicken with its blood pumped up. He worked on two pages of questions in a row, and his error rate kept decreasing. However, he would sometimes pretend not to understand, which would cause Curly to pull his ears.
It is said that in Shuzhou, men who are afraid of their wives are called "henpecked men".
So this is what "henpecked" means.
Thinking of this, Si Ming's ears turned red again.
Zhuang Li flicked his ear lightly with his fingertips and asked helplessly, "What are you thinking about? Can't you just focus on your homework, big idiot?"
"Okay, I will listen to you from now on." Si Ming replied, then lowered his head with a rare shy expression.
Zhuang Li: "..."
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Seven days passed with laughter and fun. Then Mr. Liu called Zhuang Li and told him that the laboratory had been built and asked him when he could start developing the software.
Zhuang Li was actually very anxious, so he immediately asked Teacher Zhou for a long vacation and prepared to go to work in the afternoon.
But before that, he had to comfort the big fool Si Ming to prevent him from having wild thoughts and giving up on himself.
With such thoughts in mind, he and Si Ming went to the cafeteria to eat after school at noon.
"Bring back a bowl of braised pork elbow. Little Curly loves it the most!" Si Ming waved at Zhong Xingyun.
"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Zhong Xingyun picked up the tray without complaint.
"I don't care." Si Ming has never cared about his body.
"Make him steamed eggs, fish head tofu soup, steamed sea bass, and steamed pumpkin." Zhuang Li spoke at the right time.
None of these dishes were Si Ming's favorites, but he didn't seem unhappy at all, let alone correct the recipe. Instead, he smiled with extraordinary satisfaction. It was great that Curly could help him order the dishes; he wasn't picky.
"Okay." Zhong Xingyun made an OK gesture and rushed into the crowd, his heart pounding.
I don’t know if he was overthinking it, but the dishes ordered by Zhuang Li were all very light in taste, soft and glutinous in texture, and had extremely high protein content, making them most suitable for daily consumption by ALS patients.
In fact, these dishes are the main ones in the diet plan that the nutritionist prepared for Si Ming.
Zhuang Li's casual remark took good care of Si Ming's health. Is this a coincidence?
Zhong Xingyun didn't think so. Due to his work, he had met many different types of people, but none of them could be like Zhuang Li, who had embedded the word "calculation" into every aspect of life.
Zhuang Li calculated test questions, calculated people's hearts, calculated the development process and outcome of every event, and also calculated his own future. Of course, this calculation does not refer to conspiracy or trickery, but rather a kind of assessment, prediction and layout.
Everyone speculated that the expulsion of Teng Xuan and others was the work of the Si family, but Zhong Xingyun knew better than anyone that the Si family had never helped Zhuang Li.
So far, the nine families have not dealt with Zhuang Li, nor have any rumors unfavorable to Zhuang Li been spread. This is enough to explain the problem.
How could a person who nine such prominent families dare not touch be a simple character?
So Zhong Xingyun was sure that Zhuang Li must know something. He reported the matter to the old man, who just told him to observe quietly and not to do anything for the time being.
While he was lost in thought, he came back with a tray and placed the ordered dishes on the table one by one.
The three of them sat down to eat.
Si Ming used a spoon, Zhong Xingyun used chopsticks, and Zhuang Li used both hands to grab a braised pork elbow and started to eat it.
Today's braised pork elbow was a bit salty. Zhuang Li raised his head, nodded at the mineral water bottle on the table, and ordered, "Unscrew the cap for me. I'm thirsty."
Zhong Xingyun was about to help, but Si Ming couldn't wait to pick up the mineral water bottle and tried to serve the little curly-haired boy.
But he forgot that his right hand had long lost control and could not bear the weight of a bottle of water. The bowl of fish head and tofu soup was placed under the bottle, so the lid was not unscrewed and the bottle fell instead, knocking over the soup bowl and making a mess on the table. Even his chest and legs were covered with white tofu.
Everyone around looked at Si Ming with amused expressions on their faces.
Xiu Yue, who was sitting nearby, was also drawn to his gaze and shook his head with pity. This man's health was deteriorating, and he couldn't even lift a bottle of water.
Si Ming sat stiffly in his position, his left hand raised high, but he couldn't lift his right hand at all. He could only place it on the soup-covered table, shaking uncontrollably.
He didn't care about the ridicule of the people around him, nor did he care about Xiu Yue's pity. He just looked at the opposite side in horror, waiting for the reaction of the little curly-haired boy.
Now he was like a criminal who was falsely accused, trembling with fear because of the trumped-up charges. He did not realize that he was not at fault, but his fate was the only one at fault.
Zhong Xingyun couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he immediately pulled him up and sent him to the infirmary. He hurriedly told Zhuang Li, "I'll take him to get cleaned, you can eat it yourself."
Zhuang Li, who was still holding the braised pork elbow in his hands, said: "..."
He didn't expect that his casual words would lead to such consequences.
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In the infirmary, Si Ming, who refused to take a shower, curled himself up into a ball, hid in the corner of the bed with the curtain drawn, and sobbed with his head in his hands.
He didn't cry loudly, but just let out a muffled whimper from his nose, like an abandoned puppy.
"I can't even help him open a bottle of water. I'm of no use to him. I don't deserve to be his friend." Si Ming whispered in self-loathing, clenched his left hand into a fist, and hit his head hard.
He was so upset that he almost died.
"That's not how you make friends. If you don't make friends with useless people, what will this world become? Even beggars have friends, so why don't you deserve them?" Zhong Xingyun tried to pull the curtain, but was pierced by Young Master Si's pleading.
"Don't look at me, I'm ugly." He choked and said, "I will become even uglier in the future."
Zhong Xingyun's hands froze. This thin curtain felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"I don't want to study anymore. I want to drop out of school. I don't want Curly to see me looking so ugly. I can't lift my hands anymore. I have no feeling at all." Si Ming's desperate voice came from behind the curtain.
Zhong Xingyun sat down on the ground dejectedly, never expecting that this day would come so soon!
Eighteen years old! Only eighteen years old!
Suddenly, a slender hand passed over Zhong Xingyun's head and forcefully pulled the curtain aside, emitting a tearing sound. Then, Zhuang Li's unusually cold voice echoed from the infirmary: "Si Ming, you're right. I don't want to be friends with you at all."
Zhong Xingyun: “!!!”
Fuck you, Zhuang Li! You are not a human being!
Si Ming suddenly looked up, revealing a face stained with tears and deeply covered with despair.
He didn't expect the moment of awakening from the dream to come so quickly...
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