quit love

Chapter 40
I went back firmly: "No, never!"

She turned her head, smiled mysteriously at me, and said, "I think you will! Aya, your eyes betray you!"

I snorted at her words, crumpled the note up and threw it out of the window. The teacher on duty happened to pass by, and the paper ball hit him firmly on the head. ) class! The one by the window! Come down immediately!"

I stuck out my head, and when the teacher on duty saw me, he became even angrier: "It's you again! Pan Ya! I will definitely report you to the principal! You disrespect the teacher and litter!"

I retracted my head, and the Chinese teacher threw down the textbook and left angrily. Our class immediately became a mess. We didn’t have to take nasty Chinese classes, and we didn’t have to go to the root of the articles written by people decades ago. Put on some names that maybe he doesn't even know.

Everyone cheered.

The frog winked at me: "The teacher on duty went to the principal to inform me."

I shrugged: "Pan Yuzhen will take care of it."

Pan Yuzhen is my mother, and this school was funded and built by this amazing woman in this city. I am her daughter, so I am naturally different from others.

"You really won't change yourself for one person?" the frog asked me again.

I rolled my eyes, lay down on the table, and played the renju game on my mobile phone.

Not long after our conversation, Yan Xiaotong transferred to our class. As if to verify the frog’s question, I embarked on a road paved with thorns, and moths rushed to the flame.

In the end, I was completely lost.

A crushing defeat.

I raised my head and looked at Chu Yao's side face in the night. It was as sharp as a knife, delicate but not soft, as resolute as a knife's edge.

He lowered his head and asked me, "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering, would it hurt to fly a moth to a flame?"

"Yes, but at the end of the pain, it becomes numb."

I squatted on the ground, hugging my knees and crying.Because I think of many things, those things that I was young and ignorant of, are like smoke and fog, erratic.

(End of this chapter)