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

"Clatter".

The sound of the door closing was particularly jarring in the darkness.

Yan Cong sat irritably on the small sofa next to the bay window.

The lights were off in the room.

The window was half-open, and the river breeze slipped in through the cracks, causing the curtains to sway gently.

A tiny flame flickers in the darkness, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

Outside the window was a pitch-black river.

In the distance, rows of car headlights glided past on the bridge, falling into the water, leaving only shattered light.

Yan Cong stared at it for a long time, then took a deep breath.

After the initial surge of anger subsided, a dull ache settled in my chest.

He glanced down at his phone.

The screen lights up.

It's getting late.

Yan Cong opened the ticketing app, browsed for a long time, and finally booked a ticket to return to the factory in the afternoon.

It's not morning.

Because the afternoon bus is 20 yuan cheaper.

After the payment was successful, he stared at the small print for a few seconds and twitched his lips.

"Tsk."

"When buying things for others, I pay without hesitation, but when it comes to myself, I still have to haggle over every penny."

After saying that, he opened the chat application.

The other party is a level 2 weapon refiner who loves to show off his orders in the group chat.

Tens of thousands were sold today.

I got another custom-made soldier order tomorrow.

of course.

Yan Cong didn't seek him out for that reason.

The main thing is that this guy is a bit older and a chatterbox. He frequents various foot massage parlors and is known in the group as the "know-it-all."

Yan Cong stared at the chat box for a long time before finally typing a few words.

[Big brother, are you there?]

Two seconds later, the other end replied.

What's wrong?

Yan Cong paused, revised and edited several times, and finally sent it out.

"Yeah, I went home these past couple of days and somehow ended up dating a girl."

They did everything, but at the very last step, they absolutely refused.

My pants were pulled up so tight, I couldn't get them off no matter what I did, it made me look like...

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

【…】

[Kiss first.]

A ten-minute kiss will suffice.

Yan Cong's face darkened.

They kissed, they kissed for a long time, their tongues even went inside each other.

【…】

Yan Cong became increasingly annoyed the more he fought.

[Besides, she's already hanging out with these "adult girls," what's she pretending for?]

I'm really...

This time.

It took them even longer to reply.

Is it possible that she hasn't experienced this yet?

This time, it was Yan Cong's turn to remain still.

Only a faint red glow remained in the room from a cigarette butt.

"Never experienced it?"

His voice was very low.

"That can't be..."

But as soon as he said that, the scene from the room started replaying in his mind again.

Liang Rumeng was even dumber than him at first.

Even a kiss requires holding your breath.

Her fingers gripped the bedsheet, her eyes filled with tears.

In the end, even though she was terrified, she bit her lip tightly, not daring to say her refusal too harshly.

Yan Cong felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

In other words.

I've only known this person for less than three days.

I hugged him.

They kissed.

Did they almost do *that* to someone?

Yan Cong's fingers stiffened.

The next second, he shoved the cigarette into the ashtray.

"impossible!"

"It must be an act!"

"She's just trying to keep me hanging on so she can keep getting me to spend money on her!"

Even he himself found those words jarring.

But that's just how teenagers are.

The more afraid you are of being wrong, the more you try to shift the blame onto others.

Seeing this scene, the audience felt an indescribable sense of frustration.

"Old Master Yan, please go outside and take a look before you speak, okay?"

"Is this the stubbornness of youth?"

"Seriously...it makes me want to vomit blood!"

"Well, it's fine this way, let's just end it here! Let's not continue, what's done is done!"

"That's right, Ancestor Yan, keep it up and don't get involved anymore, or you'll regret it later."

The comments section was filled with both joy and sorrow.

At this moment, the scene slowly shifts to the outside of the door.

The corridor was pitch black.

Liang Rumeng was still squatting there, her clothes crumpled from being clutched, her shoulders trembling.

She dared not cry too loudly.

All I could do was bury my face in my knees and breathe in softly.

Her true feelings were conveyed in the video.

It was that same sharp, mocking laugh.

"Oh dear, what happened? Did you get kicked out?"

"Hehe~"

"Didn't you ask for this yourself?"

"Didn't you say he was different? Why are you backing away now that others are getting close?"

"Serves you right!"

Liang Rumeng shook her head desperately.

"No, no, no..."

"No, that's not it! I just wasn't prepared!"

The voice became even more mocking.

"Ah, right, right, right!"

"The first two were the same!"

"Oh no, the first two men dated you for years, and you even hesitated to kiss them."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"You enjoy the love others have for you, but you don't reciprocate in kind?"

"What's so special about this?"

"A 'scumbag girl'? Oh no! 'Scumbag girl' is too kind of you!"

Liang Rumeng's tears fell even harder.

"No way!!!"

"I was scared!"

"What are you afraid of! What if they get you and then dump you?"

"Are you afraid that people will know your true nature and won't dare to approach you?"

"Afraid that your efforts won't be rewarded?!"

"Oh……"

"If you really want to step out, then turn back and come back inside!"

"Explain it to him clearly!"

"If he loves you, he won't force you before you're ready!"

"Don't just say 'sorry' and run away without saying anything!"

"If you don't even dare to do this..."

"Become a monk! Give up on worldly desires and attachments!"

My thoughts stop here.

Liang Rumeng lifted her tear-streaked face, leaned against the wall, and slowly stood up.

"Holy crap...there's a twist in the story?"

The audience held their breath.

Liang Rumeng took a step forward.

My hand reached for the doorknob, my fingertips touching the cold metal.

But the next second.

"Whoosh..."

She turned abruptly and fled towards the living room.

"..."

"well……"

"That's it, it's better to separate. Watching this is exhausting."

"Add one."

The video slowly went dark.

But the girl's low sobs could still be heard coming from inside.

after awhile.

A familiar voice rang out.

"Um?"

"No, Xiaomeng, why are you crying here?"

It's Old Wang.

"Old Wang...he kicked me out..."

"What?!"

What did you do?

"He...he wanted to do 'that' with me, but I was too scared...and then I got kicked out..."

"Do you think he might mistake me for a promiscuous girl like Peng Yiran?"

"It's possible..."

"Didn't you explain it to him clearly?"

"I dare not..."

"..."

Old Wang didn't speak for a long time.

But even through the screen, viewers could sense her speechlessness.

"well……"

"How are people supposed to know if you don't tell them? Be brave, sis!"

"No... Waaaaah..."

"..."