The playboy daughter is about to turn the sky

Chapter 230 Nightmare!

The new classmate slowly let go of his hand and looked at me blankly.

I pushed him out angrily and hid in the darkness, not daring to look him in the eyes, "You heard it already. You'd better stay away from me."

"Sinan... who is it? You never mentioned it to me." He said.

I raised my head abruptly, my eyes full of guard.

He patted his head and smiled at me embarrassingly, "Oh, I forgot, this is the first time we met, how could you tell me?"

"What are you talking about?" I was speechless.

"Hey." He leaned over again, looking at me with bright eyes, "Tell me."

"What did you say."

"Sinan."

"No, you heard them say that, do you still want to chat with me? Didn't you hear it just now? In their eyes, I'm just a disgusting girl who likes to hook up boys everywhere. They all hate me, do you hear me clearly? ? If you don’t want to be rejected inexplicably, stay away from me!”

He was attacked by me, and he looked at me blankly. I couldn't bear to see him in a daze, but since I broke up with her, my best friend, in the first year of high school, he used his popularity to squeeze me out everywhere.

There have also been people who wanted to be friends with me, but they have been looked at with strange eyes, and they have been talked about behind their backs from time to time, "People and similar people are divided into groups, Qi Ronger is such a good person, I don't want to be with her If we finish together, Gu Bingyan must not be a serious person."

I see this kind of eyes too much, I hear this kind of words too much. Those who want to be my friends, I can see that they are very sad and embarrassed, because if I don’t explain, I can only suffer from inexplicable malice and supercilious eyes. After a long time, they inevitably wondered whether I was what the rumors said, otherwise why I was always silent.

So the only few friends also broke up. I have been alone since high school to the third year of high school. My favorite thing to do is to be in a daze, and study hard. I hope to be admitted to university early, have a new start, and stay away from everything now .

Everyone should stay away from me.

I'm fine on my own.

"That's not the case!" The sonorous voice of the new classmate interrupted my Piaoyuan thoughts, "This must be a misunderstanding."

"You..." I looked up at him.

"I believe in you." He looked at me firmly, "You are definitely not what they said. Don't give up on yourself! If you are sad, why not talk to me."

"Do you believe me?" I couldn't believe it. Since that incident, everyone avoided me, and the most they said to me was: Are these true?Why don't you explain?Is it the default?
Is it true, don't they already have their own answers in their hearts?

"We've only known each other for the first day." I looked at him suspiciously.

He got anxious and moved closer, "What day, I know you..."

He stopped suddenly again, and his tone turned sharply: "In short, I just believe in you. You don't care if you have so much time or not."

I:"……"

"Okay, okay." He was defeated, and stretched out his hand to touch my head, but he was afraid that I would hate it, so he stopped in mid-air, paused for a while, and then retracted, just staring at me seriously with his dark pupils, Say, "It's fine if you don't want to say it, but I really believe in you! You must be very sad. After being misunderstood by others for so long, I will be with you. No matter what they say, I don't care about other people's evaluation. No matter what Whenever you want to talk, if you can’t hold back your grievances, you can come to me. I’m always here.”

Feeling the warmth in his eyes, I seem to see the sunshine that often falls on my fingertips, so warm and bright.

His heart seemed to have been sprinkled with water, his eyes were sour, and his face was gradually blurred in the water.

"Ah! What's wrong with you, don't, don't cry." He came to wipe my tears at a loss. His hands were big, and his rough fingers gently stroked my cheeks. There was a special kind of warmth. Hearing him explain in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I said a lot of self-righteous words. I didn't mean to make you cry. I originally wanted to slowly improve the relationship, but I couldn't hold back when I saw you were sad."

"Do you still want to know?"

"what?"

"About Simon."

"You don't have to force yourself if you don't want to talk." He smiled at me and said with relief, "Take your time, I'll wait for the day you really want to talk."

"It's okay," I watched him obediently squatting on the ground, wiping my tears with his hands clumsily, like a snow-white Samoyed squatting at the gate of the yard waiting for its master to come home. For the first time, I had the urge to explain, " I want to talk now."

"Then I'll listen carefully now! Come here." He pulled me to his side, "I want to cry so much, I have a solid shoulder to lean on anytime!"

Listening to his energetic voice, I couldn't help laughing, and obediently leaned on his shoulder lightly, "It's like this."

I don't know how to get along with others more harmoniously, and I don't know how to make people smile happily, so I have never liked to talk, or in other words, I am afraid of saying the wrong thing.

In the sixth year of elementary school, although I didn't like to talk, I was quite easy-going, so I got along well with my classmates. They were all superficially friendly, but none of them were close to each other. Even so, I felt very satisfied, after all, there were still people with me. Going to and from school together, being able to discuss and discuss homework without being too lonely.

When I was in elementary school, the class monitor was also in the same class as me. Although she didn't say a few words, she had a good impression of me. She thought I was quiet and mature, like an adult, but she often bluffed and was very distressed. I am lively and feel that I talk too much. Seeing that I am so quiet every day, I am inexplicably envious of me.

At that time, the monitor was not the monitor, but an ordinary girl named Qi Rong'er.

In junior high school, we were in the same class. In the junior high school class, we were the only ones in the same class in elementary school. She had a good impression of me in elementary school. She often came to talk to me. Although I didn’t know how to respond, most of them just listened. gradually became acquainted.

In the first year of junior high school, she wanted to be a class committee member, but she hesitated to do so. I kept encouraging her, but she still didn’t dare. In the second year of junior high school, she still wanted to be a class committee member. After I kept persuading her, she finally plucked up the courage and recommended herself to be the class monitor. I am The first one to stand up for her, although in the end the election failed, our relationship was better.

Because I don’t know how to get along with others, I have always felt inferior. She is the only girl who keeps approaching me, saying that she likes my personality and gives me confidence. In my eyes, she is very special, and I like her very much. .

Our relationship was good until high school.

Fortunately, we were admitted to the same high school, and we were even assigned to the same class. She was very happy at the time.

(End of this chapter)