Weird Fantasy Invasion

The tinnitus in my ears became increasingly sharp and agitated.

"Anle, you are not a good kid. You actually knew how to use Eight Bridges to send a letter to the president? Tell me, did you eavesdrop on our conversation?"

"I can't tell. He's usually very reserved, but he's actually so reserved in private."

Anle tried to resist, but she was no match for the two girls in front of her.

Under her scattered black hair, she looked helplessly with misty eyes as Park Shuwen opened the letter she had written, revealing the folded stationery inside.

"Let me go. That's mine."

However, Park Shuwen ignored Anle in front of him, but just unfolded the letter and read its contents.

After reading two or three lines, Park Shuwen raised his eyes in disbelief and sneered at his two companions.

"Hey, look at her. I think she's hallucinating. She said something about the president caring about her when she was a child and even went to her house to live with her. It made me laugh to death."

"Hey? A childhood sweetheart's script? You really do miss it, Xiao Anle."

"What is a cow when it's young? A baby cow?"

Pu Shuwen held the letter and walked towards Anle step by step, looking at her and said,

"If the president really knew you, why hasn't he spoken to you in a semester? Isn't it shameful to fantasize about sex?"

Anle's struggles were weak before, because she didn't have enough strength. But when Park Shuwen mocked her for lying, she suddenly raised her head and refuted vigorously.

"I didn't! I just..."

In fact, she could have recognized Yan Huan as early as when she saw her in the school, but why did Anle not dare to look for her until now?

We are in the same grade and on the same floor. Is it so difficult to just walk a few steps over and see him in person?

In fact, there is a reason, and Anle knows it herself, but she doesn't dare to tell it to herself.

Park Shuwen sneered, stretched out his hand and pinched Anle's chin.

"Just what? Don't think I don't know what you, a cow, are thinking. Disgusting or not, are you worthy of it? Ah? A rat in the sewer, you can't even get a decent piece of clothing at home. You act like a ghost every day and you have the nerve to like others? You know, if I were the president, I would feel disgusted to death."

Originally just to prove Anle's ugliness, Park Shuwen used a piece of letter paper to roughly lift up her loose bangs, revealing her hidden face.

After taking a look, Park Shuwen was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned colder.

She quickly put down her bangs and clenched the envelope in her hands.

"You like writing letters? I let you write! I tell you, if we see you writing a letter to the president again, I will make you pay for it."

Immediately, he pulled hard and tore into pieces the letter that Anle had spent the whole night writing.

"buzz"

Anle's eyes hidden under her bangs narrowed little by little, and only at this moment did the sharp tinnitus in her ears seem to subside a little.

Then, the restless voice in her ear immediately filled her mind.

"You're a piece of trash!!"

It was the voice of that little snake, Little Finger.

"Damn it, even after I bullied you like this, you were still so nervous that you couldn't even hear my voice!!"

On her skin, an illusory snake-shaped tattoo moved restlessly up and down, proving its anger.

"Kill them all! Kill them all! Now!"

Anle just stared blankly at the pieces of paper falling to the ground bit by bit, as if what was shattered was not the unsent letter, but her heart.

From her broken heart, the real reason why she didn't dare to look for Yan Huan for half a year slowly emerged.

She just.

Just feeling scared.

What to fear?

After all, so many years have passed, and Xiao Huan has become so popular, he must have made countless new friends in his world.

And I have been staying where I am for so many years.

So low self-esteem, timid and cowardly.

She is already in high school, but she is still thinking about things in elementary school and only cares about him who has been separated from her for many years. Doesn't this sound ironic?

Unfashionable, rustic

I like unpopular reptiles instead of cute furry animals, and I like to play games that I can't let others know about.

What should I do if I go to see this popular guy and he looks puzzled?

"Um, classmate, who are you? I don't seem to remember clearly."

Anle is just afraid, afraid that he has forgotten himself.

Rather than facing such a high probability possibility, it is better to just pretend that he may still remember me.

As long as you think, "We didn't recognize each other because I didn't go looking for him," you can avoid the horror of "he had forgotten me long ago."

Anle deceives himself in this way.

However, human hearts are fickle.

She didn't know why, but when she heard Spencer swear that Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi were in a relationship, she felt so sad.

Although he didn't know what Spencer's lip movements meant, Anle, who was quite an experienced driver, immediately thought that they had had physical relations.

The sadness made her impulsive, and she thought about writing a letter, wanting to give it to Yahashi, who would pass it on to Xiao Huan...

But at this moment, Park Shuwen's words brought her back into the cold inferiority.

She looked at the letters scattered all over the floor, and her vision became blurry without her noticing.

When she felt the heat on her cheeks, she realized

I actually shed tears.

"Hey, she's crying?"

"Is this true? You can't stand it after just a few words?"

In my head, the voice of Pinky is about to break down.

It felt that the girls in front of it were not bullying Anle, but bullying itself.

"You useless piece of shit! Stand up straight! Why are you so weak? Stop crying! Fuck them!!"

The little finger has turned completely red and warm. It wishes it could become a Gundam pilot right now and use the power of the modifier to teach these idiots in front of it a lesson.

But it has no way of doing so, because only the host's will can drive the modifier to work.

But the current Anle is obviously not a qualified Gundam.

"crash"

Just when the atmosphere in the bathroom was tense, the sound of flushing suddenly came from a cubicle in the toilet.

Park Shuwen was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that there was someone else in the bathroom.

Turning around, I saw the door of the compartment opened and an expressionless blonde girl walked out.

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this person

Ah, the new transfer student in our class?

What's it called?

Spencer's?

For some reason, the moment he saw Spencer, Park Shuwen felt a surge of disgust in his heart.

That disgust can even rival the disgust for the comfort in front of you.

Spencer glanced over here and his eyes rested on Anle, who was sobbing quietly surrounded by several girls.

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"What are you looking at?"

Park Shuwen frowned and said this.

Spencer withdrew his gaze, turned silently and walked towards the sink.

It seemed that he was afraid of Park Shuwen, or he didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

"crash"

Hearing the sound of running water from the faucet, Spencer squeezed some hand sanitizer and washed his hands.

Park Shuwen withdrew his gaze with a cold face and turned his attention back to Anle who was crying silently in front of him.

Just as I was about to say something, the loud noise of the phone dryer was heard behind me.

"Buzz!"

Park Shuwen's frown deepened, and he decided to wait until Spencer left before continuing.

But behind her, Spencer's voice suddenly came faintly,

"You bitch, were you talking to me just now?"

"." Park Shuwen turned around again in disbelief, and behind her, Spencer had approached her at some point and stood in front of her with an oppressive feeling.

She had a smiling expression, revealing her iconic canine fangs, but a terrifying thick black aura seemed to be emanating from her surroundings.

"you"

Park Shuwen was frightened by Spencer's terrifying momentum. His voice, which had been so strong just now, softened a little, but he still said stubbornly,

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. This is between us."

"Oh~"

Spencer nodded, but seemed to ignore her words completely, and just folded his hands and said,

"I heard everything you said just now. Honestly, I think you guys should all take a piss and look at yourselves. She is not worthy of writing to Yan Huan, and neither are you. You are all so ugly and bark like dogs. I find it noisy even if you are tied to my door. So, stop talking nonsense, OK?"

Anle, who was crying silently, raised her head blankly, as if she was splashed by some unknown range-destructive attack.