I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Xia Wuzhao nodded in agreement.

However, when he opened the door, he turned to look at Yokokawa Jun.

Jun Yokokawa simply smoked and looked out the window, appearing completely idle.

The summer mist sway then closed.

When he returned to the classroom, his gaze passed over the noisy classmates.

Instead, he looked at the sunflower.

Aoi was studying diligently with her head down; she was almost to the point of being extremely hardworking.

She remained completely unconcerned despite the ridicule she was surrounded by.

Or rather, pretend you don't care.

"If she continues like this, perhaps she really can take flight."

Xia Wuzhao thought to herself.

After Chinese class comes math class.

In math class, the students remained silent.

However, the math teacher was used to this atmosphere, after all, it was a math class.

She was a little old lady, wearing glasses and old clothes.

Halfway through the conversation, he said to Aoi Asahi, "Come up and answer this."

Aoi Asahi stood up and walked from her seat to the podium.

"Chichi."

Snickers gradually filled the iron-gray classroom.

Asahi Aoi's fingers clenched tightly as she lowered her head, trying to step over the girls' outstretched legs.

But just as he was about to reach the podium, he accidentally stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

She hurriedly tried to grab the table next to her, but ultimately grabbed nothing.

She fell straight to the ground, right next to Xia Wuzhao.

Her leaden hair was disheveled, like a broken spider web spread across the ground, and her fingers were so pale they were almost bloodless.

Her skin was the same color as her bones, so pale it was almost painful.

The wound on the back of the hand was reopened, and red blood flowed out. It was like a red plum blossom in the snow, almost shining with a blinding light.

It was like a heavy drum being struck, so loud that even the windows were shaking.

She clenched her fists tightly, lowered her head, and pressed her palms to the wooden floor.

"So, that was the sound of the sunflower's heart beating."

Xia Wuzhao thought so.

A large amount of blood was pumped out of the heart, flowing like rivers and seas.

Yet his skin remained as pale as his bones.

The blood flowing from the wound was red, and the blood was also white.

She stood up, her legs almost trembling.

This was the first time she had ever been so angry, and the first time she had ever felt so embarrassed.

I almost broke my own fingers.

The girls chattered and laughed as they looked at Aoi's clenched fist.

But I'm not worried.

"She's extremely poor. How could she hit someone?"

A girl whispered, "If a rich family hits a poor family's child, they just have to pay compensation. But if a poor family's child hits a rich family's child, the parents have to kneel down and beg for forgiveness."

"Although you are not rich, and neither am I. But at least we are better off than her. Our parents still love us."

The classroom was filled with the girls' laughter.

The teacher was helpless and could only scold the girls a few times to make them quiet down.

But after being scolded, the girls' eyes changed.

They all seemed very angry.

Asahi felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she fiddled with her hair.

He covered most of his face as he walked onto the podium.

She was doing math problems, but this time there was only blood on her hands, nothing else.

"teacher."

Xia Wuzhao called out.

"Hmm?" The teacher looked at Xia Wuzhao with a puzzled expression.

"It's too dark here."

Xia Wuzhao pointed to the room, which was now filled with a grayish hue.

"Oh." The teacher finally noticed and gestured for Xia Wuzhao to turn on the light.

Xia Wuzhao stood up, walked from the podium to the door, and turned on the lights.

Let the bright white light fill the iron-gray classroom.

However, Aoi's disheveled state was also exposed to the light.

When Xia Wuzhao passed by Asahi Aoi, Asahi Aoi's smooth answering motion paused for a moment.

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"Ah, Asahi-kun. If you can't figure it out, this will do."

The old lady said, "This kind of progress is already very, very good."

She said kindly, "Xia Wuzhao, you can do it now."

She probably wanted to help Asahina out of the predicament, but Asahina gritted her teeth.

"I don't want to keep doing this, not because I want to show off. I just don't want to admit defeat, especially in front of Xia Wuzhao."

Aoi, holding the chalk, said, "I can do it."

Sometimes, being kind to someone is just wishful thinking.

Seeing this, the old lady said nothing more.

The students below did not laugh at the sunflower.

Because everyone understands that Xia Wuzhao is the best student in this classroom.

Then the sunflower is the second best.

These math problems weren't too difficult for Asahi.

The teacher had less confidence in Asahi than the students did.

That's why students only dare to make these small gestures.

If she is neither a good student nor a bad student.

That would be the saddest thing.

After she finished solving the math problem, she turned around and walked off the podium.

"Well done."

The old lady gave a compliment.

The girls chuckled softly, as if an undercurrent was flowing between them.

The jealousy and anger of teenagers are just too absurd.

They didn't understand what they were doing; they were just being urged by their growing bodies to do things without any rules.

But it is precisely because of this that they are able to do things that even adults find cruel and surprising.

They are most adept at humiliating the spirit and soul of their fellow beings, and unconsciously harming their physical bodies.

They are not adults, yet the harm they cause is far worse than that caused by adults.

They are young children, blind to all the consequences.

They are incredibly audacious and capable of committing heinous acts that would make even adults vomit.

They are timid as mice, and tremble with fear when scolded by adults.

The halo of being a good student still lingers around Asahi Aoi. Even if she's not number one, it still represents the teacher's favoritism towards her.

That's all the kind of cruel jokes they can do.

Even such evil deeds are as heavy and malicious as a mountain for a girl of this age.

Enough to destroy a young girl's heart.

Xia Wuzhao twirled a pencil between her fingers as she listened to her math teacher's lecture.

This is a course where I don't have much of an advantage, since math is something that's as common as snow.

Only by continuously piling up can it maintain its glistening white appearance.

If it's just a thin layer, it will disappear without a trace over time.

After math class, there was a long break. The girls chatted in small groups, talking about their recent places to have fun.

However, the most enduring of them all is Tokyo.

Every day, there are girls constantly talking about things related to Tokyo.

They would look at the location of Second New Tokyo on the map, searching for which shops.

If they find it, they will shout it out loud, as if they have discovered some treasure.

Aoi, however, remained unmoved and focused on her studies.

She wasn't as sharp-tongued and proud as she appeared; on the contrary, she was extremely insecure.

But she refused to admit defeat.

It would have been so easy for him to admit defeat and give up the courage he had mustered.

But he was unwilling to do so in front of Xia Wuzhao.

It wasn't until noon that Asahi finally left the classroom.

She was going to buy some bread to eat.

Xia Wuzhao did the same; he bought some bread from the convenience store and some milk from the vending machine.

This is how we arrived at the stairwell, which was filled with tables and chairs.

Sunflower sat there, eating bread with a silent expression.

However, when he saw Xia Wuzhao arrive, his expression suddenly changed.

The painting seems to have been brought to life, as if it has been illuminated by a light.

With a slightly smug look, she asked Xia Wuzhao, "What are you doing here?"

"The space here is quite nice," Xia Wuzhao said casually. "Besides, I don't like noisy girls in the classroom."

"Hmph." Her tone was one of certainty: "Those girls are really noisy, aren't they? They're always making a racket. It's almost driving me crazy, and all they do is cause all sorts of messy things."

She vented her malice on the girls in a vicious tone.

The darkness in her heart almost spilled out of her mouth.

"Do you really hate those girls?" Xia Wuzhao asked, as if it were a pointless question.

Aoi tilted her chin up and said, "Of course I hate it, I hate it to death."

"Really?" Xia Wuzhao asked casually.