leave this sad place

Chapter 104 Lost ([-])

"In the afternoon, don't you know?" Chen Cheng's voice came from next to my ear.

"En." Ouyang subconsciously glanced at Chen Cheng again, and found that he was still playing with the phone seriously, as if he didn't say that sentence.

"Yes, I'll find out in the afternoon." Ouyang came back to his senses and muttered, feeling a complicated emotion in his heart, and a slightly tangled expression appeared on his face.

"Class is coming soon, why are you still playing games?" Ouyang glanced at the time and asked Chen Cheng.Seeing him playing games in almost every class, I was a little worried that he would miss his studies and become himself during the last semester.

"Because it's boring." Chen Cheng replied casually.

"Then you won't be bored playing games?" Ouyang asked back, what kind of logic is this?Maybe for those who love games so much, even make a living out of games, games are not boring.But for Chen Cheng, who takes learning as his current main task, aren't games a waste of time?

"Yes, how can playing games be boring?" Chen Cheng replied without even thinking about it.

"Okay, you're playing your game, so I'm asking for nothing." Ouyang said angrily, feeling like a dog and a mouse—meddling in other people's business.

"What do you mean by 'Forget me asking for nothing'? It's such a simple truth!" Chen Cheng always thought that Ouyang didn't play games much, so he didn't know how fascinating the colorful and colorful pictures in the game are.Otherwise, how could Ouyang think that playing games is boring?Furthermore, it is difficult to feel the passage of time in the silent game world, so where can you feel bored?
"Okay, play with yours, I should read my book." Ouyang opened the textbook and said plainly.It's not that I didn't feel angry, but I just didn't want to say anything more.Because no matter how much you say, it won't make much sense to those who won't listen, so why bother talking?
It's time for class again, and the hurried bell is always so harsh.It seems that only by using this "sharp" method to remind again and again can the students understand-it's time for class!
In the afternoon class, Ouyang still didn't have much interest in listening.In his heart, he was still thinking about whether the Chinese teacher would come to school in the afternoon, and whether he could show her the poem he had rewritten.

So after each class, he would run around the office to see if she had come.As for why he didn't go directly to the office to see it?It was because he didn't like to go into the office, so he didn't want to go in.

But one class after another was over, and he still didn't see her.

"Won't she come this afternoon?" He asked to himself, but he couldn't answer to himself.He also felt a little tired in his heart, and he didn't want to go to see it after every class.

"It's not too late to show her tomorrow, why do I 'bitten' today?" He comforted himself, he really didn't want to watch it anymore.Every time I ran with a glimmer of hope, but every time I was full of disappointment and came back with a dejected expression.This feeling was really uncomfortable, and it disgusted him from the bottom of his heart.

But after each class, he always comforted himself subconsciously, "Maybe she will come during this class."This gave me hope, so I had to suppress my disgust and go to see if she came.Because he really didn't want to miss a chance.

In this way, in the tug-of-war in my heart again and again, this day's class is over.

"The whole afternoon, she still didn't come." Ouyang murmured, buried his head, and looked a little lost, or he was lost all day.

"Why do you have to be so diligent?" There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, laughing at himself.Slowly raising his head, looking at the pale street lamps glowing pale, he seemed to be mocking powerlessly just like himself.

"Isn't there something I can show her tomorrow?" He shook his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with me? It's not a big deal, why did I become like this?" He asked himself subconsciously, trying not to pay too much attention to it.

"From her point of view, it's understandable for her to come to the school to give lectures when it's time for her to give lectures, and then leave the school after the lectures are over. And isn't she like this every day? Why do I feel like this today? Are you dissatisfied and depressed?" He analyzed carefully, looking at himself repeatedly.Maybe it's because he always loves to think about himself repeatedly when he's feeling down, so that he won't sink deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)