He was somewhat disappointed to hear that what his classmates were talking about was unrelated to what he was thinking.
But soon, Wen Ze, who had regained his senses, was also somewhat taken aback.
"Who's the guy who's become so popular at the barbecue stand? He looks a lot like my brother." Wen Ze was puzzled.
Normally, he would have known about this kind of news quite early.
But last night was clearly not a normal situation.
He barely slept a wink last night.
I was so sleepy in the middle of the night that I managed to doze off for a while, but then I was woken up by a nightmare.
As a result, his mental state is now extremely poor.
They suffered inhuman torment, both mentally and physically.
Now, the mere thought of "going home" makes him tremble with fear.
What? You didn't know? Then it seems it has nothing to do with your brother.
Sigh, although I guessed it a long time ago, I still held onto a sliver of hope. I really wish Wen He was really your brother; we all want to meet him.
My lifelong dream is to see Wen He sing in person, but he has never officially appeared on screen.
[Wenze, did you bring that family photo? Why don't we take it out and look at it? The person in the video really looks like you.]
Yes, yes, hurry up and show it to us.
The students also joined in the commotion, wanting a definite answer.
after all……
Wen He is their dream idol!
Who could pass up the chance that their idol might be right next to them!
"Do you guys have your phones? Let me see them and I'll know." Wen Ze was also curious whether the person they were talking about was his older brother.
“I brought it. Who can go keep watch and shout when the teacher comes? If it gets confiscated, my parents will beat me to death when I get home,” said a tall, thin boy.
At times like these, everyone is remarkably united.
Soon, someone volunteered to act as a lookout, while the rest of the people gathered together.
He carefully took out his phone and then opened his favorites on Douyin.
The moment Wen Ze saw the image, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
That was his older brother, Wen He!
"Well, did you recognize him? Is this your brother?" someone asked quickly.
"Wait a minute, let me watch a little longer," Wen Ze said.
This was undoubtedly Wen He. Wen Ze was curious about what his brother was doing here.
As the video continued to play, Wen He's singing voice could be heard coming from it.
Being too young to understand the emotions in the song, they simply thought it sounded nice.
After this song ends...
"Cough! Cough cough!"
Wen Ze saw Wen He suddenly cough up a large amount of blood.
The extremely violent coughing made everyone who saw it feel heartbroken.
I cried so much when I saw this scene last night...
"Don't say anything, I'm terrified! He was coughing up blood all over the floor. I was both scared and heartbroken for him."
Me too. It made me so upset that I couldn't sleep all night. I could feel his pain even through the screen.
[Please, please don't let it be Wen He! I'd rather never see Wen He than see him like this...]
[Wen Ze, how about it? Did you figure it out? This shouldn't be your brother, right?]
Just as everyone was sighing and searching for Wen Ze to get an answer...
"The teacher is here!"
A sudden scream startled everyone, and they scattered in panic.
The noisy and messy classroom fell silent almost instantly.
Everyone remained seated in their places, as if nothing had happened.
Wen Ze, back in his seat, was distracted, thinking about the scenes he had just witnessed.
Seeing Wen He's extremely painful cough, Wen Ze felt as if someone had ripped a knife into his heart, causing him pain so intense he could barely breathe.
Thinking back to her past self, she mocked and ridiculed Wen He because of his cough.
Overwhelmed with guilt, he wept uncontrollably.
I almost collapsed to the point of wanting to die in an instant.
A torrential downpour of self-reproach swept over his heart.
His eyes were red, and tears fell like a torrential rain as his small body sobbed incessantly.
This scene drew the attention of everyone in the class.
"Wenze, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
Upon seeing this, the homeroom teacher immediately asked what was going on.
But Wenze can't hear anything now.
My vision was blurred and I couldn't see anything.
He thought of Wen He, who kept the house spotless and never complained.
He thought of Wen He, who had never rebelled against her family but was constantly bullied and humiliated by her parents.
He thought of Wen He, who worked tirelessly day and night and was almost never seen resting.
She was the gentlest, kindest, and most honest person in the world, Wen He...
But she was constantly bullied by him.
Seeing his own brother tormented by illness to the point of being unrecognizable.
Wen Ze felt an unprecedented sense of guilt.
"I'm sorry, brother... I'm so sorry... Please don't forgive me... Never forgive me for hurting you so deeply..."
"—I've finally gotten my comeuppance... You must have felt so hopeless living in a family like that..."
"God...please...help my dear brother...don't let him suffer from illness anymore...let all the pain come to me...I'm willing to bear everything for him..."
"He finally managed to leave that home... His life has already been so hard... Please, illness... have mercy on him... have mercy on him..."
Wenze cried uncontrollably, deeply remorseful, and prayed continuously for Wenhe in his heart.
This will be the most devout prayer of his life.
"Wen Ze, can you hear me? Wen Ze!?"
As he cried and gasped for breath, the homeroom teacher gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.
Her calls had no effect; Wen Ze didn't even glance at her.
"Study on your own during this period."
After leaving those words, the homeroom teacher picked up Wen Ze and rushed to the school clinic.
The teacher's clothes were quickly soaked with large tears.
How heartbroken must someone be to cry so much that they can't hear the people around them anymore...?
In all her years as a homeroom teacher, she had never seen anyone cry like this.
"It's okay, Wenze, don't cry. Your teacher is here with you."
"Tell me what's bothering you, and I'll help you."
The homeroom teacher comforted her while hurrying on her way, feeling sorry for her.
But her words had absolutely no effect.
"What exactly happened to this child...?" The homeroom teacher felt extremely distressed.
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