The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Not long after, he rode his electric scooter home.

The room was already full of people.

Three men and two women were sitting around the coffee table in five rows, chatting animatedly on their phones, but Liang Rumeng was nowhere to be seen.

Peng Yiran heard the door open and looked up to call out.

"You're back? Your phone's fixed?"

"Hmm, where is she?"

"You're in your room..."

"Ah! Don't hit me! Squinty Eyes, save me! They're surrounding me!"

Peng Yiran turned her attention back to her phone halfway through her sentence.

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

He didn't ask any more questions, and walked towards his room with his phone.

As he reached the door, his steps suddenly slowed.

The door wasn't closed properly.

The setting sun slanted in through the window and fell on the bay window.

Liang Rumeng sat there hugging her knees.

Her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks.

Her eyes were still red, her lips were tightly pursed, and she stared blankly at the river outside the window.

The room was very quiet.

The sounds of games playing in the living room seemed far away from her, separated by a door.

Yan Cong stood at the door, momentarily lost in thought.

He originally just wanted to put his phone on the table and leave.

As soon as I entered, my foot accidentally bumped into the trash can.

Clang.

Liang Rumeng turned around.

Her eyes were still glistening with tears, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

That glance wasn't aggressive at all.

But it was as if it had breached the defenses that Yan Cong had just built.

"Thump—"

A loud heartbeat could be heard in the video.

Yan Cong's ears turned red instantly.

He gritted his teeth, avoided her gaze, and handed her the phone.

"My phone is fixed."

"Oh! Here it comes!"

Liang Rumeng suddenly realized what was happening and quickly climbed down from the bay window.

She took the phone, and when her fingertips touched Yan Cong's hand, she gently pulled away.

"Um, I'll pay you back for the milk tea and the phone repair..."

She was about to unlock her phone when she said that.

"No."

After handing over the phone, Yan Cong turned and left.

The footsteps outside the door quickly stopped.

Liang Rumeng stood frozen in place, looking down at the empty doorway, her finger still hovering over the screen.

A while later.

She pursed her lips.

A wave of bitterness welled up inside me, and tears blurred my vision.

Outside.

Yan Cong leaned against the wall, clutching his chest.

My heart is still racing.

a bit.

Another one.

He shook his head violently.

"No! No!"

"We can't be soft-hearted anymore, Yan Cong."

He pressed his chest against its pounding, and muttered a curse at himself.

"You and she are not on the same path."

Yan Cong raised his hand and patted his face, taking a deep breath.

"Hang in there tonight!"

"Just get through tonight, and you'll be free!"

Just then.

Old Zhong's shouts came from the living room.

"Hey!"

"Are you two done yet?!"

"The guy in the floral shirt said he's going to karaoke later!"

"Hurry up!"

Not long after, night fell.

Inside a KTV room in town, heart-wrenching songs were playing.

"later!"

"I finally learned it!"

"how to love!"

"It's a pity you've already gone far away, disappeared into the sea of ​​people."

"Later, I finally understood through tears."

Some people, once missed, are gone forever.

Inside the private room.

Colorful lights swept across the wall in circles.

Several dozen cocktails were piled on the coffee table, the fruit platter was a mess, and sunflower seed shells and tissues were scattered everywhere.

The man in the floral shirt had his arm around Old Zhong's shoulder, and the two grown men were belting out "Later".

One was off-key.

A broken voice.

The two of them sang with particular passion.

opposite.

The squinty-eyed girl was already leaning against Peng Yiran, playfully feeding each other fruit.

Meanwhile, Yan Cong...

He and Liang Rumeng sat on the same sofa.

However, there was a large gap in the middle.

The space is so close that even an old man wouldn't feel cramped sitting there.

Yan Cong stared at the lyrics on the screen.

They watched it very carefully.

I don't know if they actually listened or if they were just looking for something to look at.

Liang Rumeng secretly glanced at him several times.

She pursed her lips, picked up a toothpick, and poked a piece of watermelon.

I was just about to hand it over.

Old Wang, who was standing next to him, suddenly leaned over.

"Xiaomeng, you're so kind!"

"Is it for me?!"

"Aww!"

She gulped down that piece of watermelon in one go.

Liang Rumeng froze completely.

"you!!"

She was so angry that her chest heaved, and she almost broke the toothpick in her hand.

Old Wang blinked, looking particularly happy.

"Oh, I knew you loved me the most!"

Here, have one!

As she spoke, she also poked a piece of cantaloupe and handed it back to her.

Liang Rumeng glared at her angrily.

"Is that what I'm angry about!?"

She stuck the toothpick into the fruit plate and stood up abruptly.

"I need to use the restroom!"

"Go ahead, go ahead!"

Old Wang smiled and waved his hand.

Wait until the bathroom door is closed.

The drunkenness on her face subsided a little, and her eyes darted around.

Then, she quietly shifted her position and sat down next to Yan Cong.

"Hey, Mikey the Eyes..."

Beyond the sky.

The audience jumped up immediately upon seeing this.

"Holy shit!"

"There are cows on both sides!"

"This plot... is a bit... ugh..."

"I guess that's what you'd expect from ancient times? They really know how to play with fancy moves!"

Everyone was waiting to see how Yan Cong would respond.

The next second...

The scene shifts.

They went straight into the bathroom.

"Grass!"

"Damn it, why does this Heavenly Dao Recording system look just like that of that lousy streamer? Why does it always cut scenes at crucial moments?!"

The bathroom in the small private room is not big.

The singing outside stopped as soon as the door closed.

Liang Rumeng stood in front of the sink, splashing cold water on her face, water droplets dripping down her chin.

She looked up.

The person in the mirror also looked up.

The face is still the same face.

But Liang Rumeng in the mirror had a cold look in her eyes and a hint of mockery on her lips.

"Liang Rumeng".

What are you doing?

"What are you angry about?"

"If Old Wang ate it, then so be it. Isn't that better?"

"They're ignoring you now!"

Why are you still trying to curry favor with someone who doesn't reciprocate?

Liang Rumeng gripped the edge of the sink, tightening her grip little by little.

She continued speaking in the mirror.

"He only likes the obedient girl from last night."

"No!"

Liang Rumeng slammed her hand on the sink.

"He...is different!"

She paused for a moment in the mirror, then chuckled.

"no the same?"

"What could be different?"

"Aren't they the same as the two you mentioned earlier?"

She leaned closer to the mirror, her gaze growing colder.

I guarantee it.

"That means he doesn't know about your situation yet."

"If I knew."

"Tsk."

"I estimate he'll run away in less than a month."

Liang Rumeng's lips trembled slightly.

The sound from the mirror continued.

Am I wrong?

"Single-parent family".

"Extremely lacking in love."

"Left-behind children".

"Lack of security."

"Avoidant personality".

"I want to be hugged, but I'm also afraid that someone will actually get close."

"Liang Rumeng, even you don't believe that someone will like you forever."

Why should you expect him to always like you?