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Sure enough, my friends stopped talking to me from that day on, not because of the kind of campus bullying that isolates me, but because they don’t call me out for anything.I took the initiative to talk to them, and the response was also vague and perfunctory.I can understand that they make themselves like a gang, always thinking that they are walking in the rivers and lakes, and "righteousness" is the most important thing in the rivers and lakes. If I betray them, they will be traitors.And when they treated me as a traitor, they just kicked me out and didn't think about revenge on me, which is considered as the utmost benevolence.

The boys in a class are very united except for a few who are extremely out of gregarious, and I have since become one of the out-of-group.And these few misfits are all alone in various ways, and they will never gather into another group. The lonely people have no cohesion with each other.

The girls in our class are still willing to talk to me, probably because I have a lot of twists and turns in my heart, and I am not as straight-headed as most boys, who can choke people to death with just a word.In today's terms - I don't have straight male cancer.This is also inevitable, because I am not a straight man, of course I didn't realize it at the time.

But mere existence as a "friend of women" is not enough for me.It's like eating snacks when people are bored, but snacks can't replace meals anyway.I presumptuously made the knight my main meal again.

After my trouble in the corridor after school that day, almost half of the grade knew that the knight had a younger brother in the fifth class.It's justifiable for the younger brother to find his elder brother, so I went to the key class for a walk as soon as I arrived at recess.

Cavaliers are very busy, there is always someone to discuss something with him.I didn't bother him either, so I just found an empty seat and sat on the side.When he was alone, I would chat with him casually and say whatever came to mind.He didn't pay me much attention, I was talking to myself, but he didn't show boredom.As I said, as long as he doesn't refuse, it means acquiescing.

Gradually, the people in the key class seemed to accept my existence, and they would say a few words to me from time to time, jokingly teasing me: "Hey, are you looking for your brother again?".

Later, I also played a few games of basketball with people in their class. I found that the top students are easy to get along with, and they don't judge others with their ass.

Many people have asked me what the relationship is with the Cavaliers, and I always say cousins.The situation between me and him is indeed complicated, and to tell the truth, there will always be many problems.And these issues are his privacy, I should not tell others.

The knight is very popular, since I "followed" him, many girls have asked me a lot of questions about him.What's more, someone asked me to help deliver love letters, not just one or two.

To be honest, I'm a bit annoyed, it's the 21st century, and writing love letters is still popular, what a shame!Of course, I was just thinking about it secretly, and I would still help if I was busy, but I was not very happy.

I don't know why I feel unhappy. It stands to reason that helping to send a love letter is just a small effort, and it won't waste a lot of my time.

After thinking about it, I figured out the reason for my unhappiness—I was jealous of him because I hadn't received a love letter.I don't think I'm much worse than the knight in appearance, and I don't know how many times stronger than him in character.So I attribute my awkwardness to a man's innate struggle for attraction to the opposite sex, which is a matter of self-esteem.

Because of this abominable self-esteem, I did things that I despise myself.

I don't know when, another girl asked me to hand over a love letter.I seemed to be possessed, and by the time I realized it, I had already opened the envelope.

Since then, I have been out of control, and I always have to review the love letter before sending it to him.

Most of the wording is relatively normal, some are serious enough to look like underground party secret service correspondence, and some of them are full of greasy and crooked small talk.What "seeing you seems to have seen the universe", this kind of thing always makes me feel unidentified, and I want to yell at the person who wrote the letter, please read less romance novels!

In the final analysis, my anger started because of him, so I vented to him.I threw the resealed love letter on his desk in front of his classmates, and said eccentrically that he was a courtesan, attracting others by himself, and wasting my time.

He always threw the envelope casually into the desk pocket, and raised his eyelids to look at me.I think his eyes are the most naked provocation, and he deserves a beating.

Later, after we got together, I occasionally felt jealous, and once I remembered that I was sent to him as a postman to deliver love letters.Although it has been several years, there are still some sour sentences in my head.

I deliberately recited it in a reciting voice: "Seeing you, I seem to have seen the universe."

He stuffed me with a mouthful of potato chips in disgust, and rubbed my well-blown hair: "What's wrong with you?"

The two of us were sitting side by side on the sofa, and I jumped onto him, showing a ferocious expression, wrapping my hands around his neck, as if to strangle him to death.

"This is a love letter from my rivals to you!"

He chuckled: "Why do you read the love letter someone gave me?"

I played rogue, shaking him and yelling: "I'll just watch!"

He let me sway, shaking his head from side to side, his voice was trembling: "Then why are you pissing me off, go find them." He had played enough with me, grabbed my wrist, Looking at me with a half-smile, "You know me very well, but I don't know a word."

I gritted my teeth, thinking that he is such a person who doesn't care about anything: "It's ruthless, it's no wonder you can remember it!"

He leaned on the back of the sofa, tilted his head comfortably, looked at me amusedly, and said calmly: "I haven't opened any of those love letters, how do I know?"

He is... hey... hey!