[Bailey] Live for Ethan

Human beings are such a strange species, always thinking of ways to make themselves unhappy.And now I'm stuck in this unhappiness and can't extricate myself.The strokes of the brush are about to be bitten off by me, and at the same time there is a deep urge to urinate, oppressing my bladder.

But I can't hold back or even make excuses, even though I'm used to biting and toileting when I'm nervous.

I have to pay the price for what I am attached to as a human being.For example, midterm exams!

Oh, my God, that was such an embarrassing thing, I had to rack my brains, search my brains, and sift through the fat white man's mind to find the appropriate answer.

However, the reality is tragic, I get nothing.

Now, I deeply regret why when I went to the library with Boss Ethan, I just quietly looked at his profile, but didn't spend a lot of time studying.

It feels like a lot of my hair will be dedicated to this exam, and I have even imagined in my mind the tragic future I am about to face.

Oh my god, the exams are too difficult to be a dog. I only know how to eat and play with Ethan's dog. Can I be reincarnated as a dog again?

But the heavens don't pay attention to my small prayers.

"Bailey, what's wrong with you, so much sweat on your forehead?"

"It's okay, Ethan, I may have eaten too much."

This self-deprecating provocation, coupled with my fat appearance, seems to have achieved an unexpected effect.

The evidence is the slightly raised corner of Ethan's mouth.

This subtle movement also successfully comforted me, as if any suffering was not considered suffering.

But at this moment, I don't know that a rainstorm is about to fall on me in a few days, and that is the teacher's scolding.

That afternoon was the same as usual, I accompanied Boss Ethan to the library, he was wasting knowledge, I wasting him, time passed quickly.

Soon, I received a message from the teacher, to the effect that he wanted to talk to me about something, so I happily passed it, as if I had forgotten the anxiety of scratching my ears for the midterm exam a few days ago.

So, when he entered the office, he was taken aback by the momentum of a paper being thrown on the table.

I took the paper and walked in the tree-lined avenue a little leisurely, recalling the teacher's words in my ears, a deep sense of powerlessness wrapped around me tightly, and I couldn't breathe.

The teacher said a lot with great sincerity, and was also concerned about the death of the family of the owner of the body.But my own poor test scores are likely to make me drop out of school. In short, I have been reading for nothing for so many years.

Oh, that's not what I want, I don't want to leave my boss Ethan in disgrace.

Touching the somewhat moist eye sockets, I don't understand why I have tears, maybe it's the consciousness and emotion left in this body.

But, what should I do next_(:з」∠)_

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