Nami had wanted to talk to Robin about Thrawn after class. She put the ballpoint pen into her pencil case, stacked the textbooks, exercise books, and notebooks together, and placed them neatly on the table. She turned her body slightly to the side, facing diagonally backward.? Robin stood up from his seat. His thoughts stopped for a few seconds before he stretched and sat back down. She still couldn't break through that shadow. Robin seemed to be reading her classics again. Nami secretly glanced at her, wanting to say something to her. It wasn't just about Green Head.
?? "Recently, I've suddenly become cold to you. I'm sure you'll find it strange. Robin, I hope you don't think too simply of life. Sometimes, people will do good or bad things to fill themselves up, but you should understand one thing: No matter who it was, or what they did, God would always take possession of the world, and one day, they would be rewarded.”
When did it become like this? They used to be best friends. They were even closer than Weiwei. Nami really couldn't deny the influence she had on her. Although those days together were mixed with dirty elements, it was the first time he experienced such intense gentleness, happiness, and pleasure. Recently, she could still feel those intense and sweet times when she slept. They paraded in her car, kicked water at the beach, and went to the beach together. 8 hours of shopping in the Advanced Mall; At night, they returned to the wooden house in her villa. The two of them were so tired that they lay on the sand and looked up at the stars together. Then, they took off their clothes, hugged, kissed, and made love. In those memories, it seemed that there were very few times when it was cloudy and rainy. Every day was a sunny day. The bright sunlight shone down, making them look like newly grown tomatoes, red and plump. Every familiar catchphrase and every familiar little action quietly stored in their hearts with their own flavors: The fragrance of fruit, tea, or all kinds of flowers. These smells made the memories dreamy, like colorful meatballs stuck to the bottom of his heart. Even now, when he recalled them, he could not help but stay still in the same place, and his soul fermented with the feeling of being drunk. Was this considered happy…
He was confused.
" Miss Class President." A single-line notebook was gently spread out on Nami's desk. Beside her was a fair and soft hand." This…What does 'take account of' mean?”
Nami raised her head. It was Corinne, who was sitting on the left."This means…'take something into consideration'. Ah…Corinne, you don't have to be so formal. Just call me Nami.”
"Okay, thank you, Nami."
The girl's eyebrows curved gently, like a glowing goddess. Seeing that she was in a good mood, Nami asked softly,""Hey, don't you usually ask Robin about your studies?”
" She…" The girl paused." We won't talk anymore…"
"Hmm? Why?"
" It's nothing…" The girl closed her book." I have to memorize this. I might have to take the final exam…"
Cornish lowered her head and muttered to herself as she returned to her seat. She didn't dare to follow Nami's train of thought. Otherwise, he would definitely remember what happened yesterday. Seeing her like this, Nami could only give up. From her point of view, with Robin's two-faced personality, it was normal for him to offend such a good girl.
The classroom suddenly became noisy. It was like this every time after class. Countless voices mixed together, making people sleepy. It was as if after a tiring day, when he returned home and closed his eyes to lie on the bed, his brain could not help but imagine the noisy scene on the street. People riding bicycles, people selling fruits on the street, a person walking quickly with a briefcase under his arm. Taxis, cars, buses, and so on crisscrossed the asphalt road. In short, it felt like Earth was very chaotic. Those images played repeatedly like a video, and then the consciousness in his mind gradually disappeared. In the darkness, he vaguely remembered that he had turned over and then sank into the mud, no longer having the strength to think.
The seat in the middle of the classroom was surrounded by boys. They seemed to have developed a new game. They called it the " Wheel of Death." The real death wheel was originally invented by the Russians: He loaded a bullet into his revolver, turned the revolver, pressed it against his temple, and pulled the trigger. The two of them took turns fighting. One round and one bullet, until one of them fell. Meanwhile, the death wheel of Grade 12 Class 1 had been changed to the campus version: The participants formed a circle. Boy A stood in the middle of the circle and placed a stainless steel compass flat on the desk, turning it quickly. Finally, when Compass stopped, everyone would beat up whoever the needle pointed at. They all thought that this was a game for men. Only those who dared to bear the risk of being beaten up were qualified to enjoy the joy of beating others up.
Compass spun crazily for a while, and its strength gradually weakened. Its speed was like watching a fly-sized plane slowly passing by on the playground. As a result, everyone's hearts were hanging in the air, and their stomachs seemed to be stretched on a slingshot that could be shot out at any time. This kind of panic that was about to fly out was fully fermented in the boy's stomach that the needle was about to point at. When the needle passed by them, everyone subconsciously tilted their bodies, as if the iron needle was emitting a laser and was about to pierce through their bodies. After slowly turning a few times, the metal needle slowly leaned toward Boy A. Seeing that Compass was about to stop, Mr. A couldn't help but shout," F * ck!" and then quickly blew at it. Unfortunately, the iron needle did not go for a spin, so it eventually stopped at his place. Immediately after, all eyes were focused on him like a beast. Boy A saw that the situation was not good, so he turned around and ran.
Everyone chased after him crazily. Mr. A was drooling as he ran crazily. He circled left and right and was finally captured by the gang in the back row of the classroom. More than a dozen boys pressed him on Nami's table. Although Mr. A repeatedly asked," Can we owe him first?", he was unanimously opposed. Nami didn't know what was going on, so she quickly stood up and hid at the corner of the wall. Then, dust rose in all directions, and Mr. A's tragic wails came from the dust.
Although the boy was beaten up, he was still very happy. She leaned on the table with her butt sticking out and smiled foolishly. Her mouth was wide open, and her saliva was drooling.
Dense thumping sounds came from his back.
For Boy A, the reason he was so happy was because he would be punished if he saw Sauron. He had a grudge against Thrawn to begin with. Usually, Mr. A had a bad mouth, and Sauron had a bad temper. Whenever he heard something unpleasant, he would pick up his weapon and throw it at his face. Mr. A was born to be petty. He would remember even the smallest thing in his heart as if he owed a debt. Mr. A was well aware of what had happened to Suo Long today. It was rumored that he was the nephew of Han Han's convoy leader. He was usually in contact with Han Han and was also a fan of his books. Therefore, when he saw Suo Long being called out today, he was particularly happy. It was even more pleasant than when he drove an empty car past the station and saw the crowd sweating profusely and unable to get on the bus.
The boys were beaten up by Nami one by one after they made a scene. Because they had shaken everything out of her desk and onto the floor. The girl bent down to pick up the book, only to find that there were two people helping her pick it up. On the left was Robin, and on the right was Sanji. Immediately, Nami's face turned red. The two of them handed her the book they had picked up at the same time. The girl took the things and said shyly," Thank you," like a stranger. The two of them smiled, their eyes filled with emotion, but neither of them said anything and walked away in silence.
"Hey, Robin!" Nami took a step forward and grabbed Robin's wrist. Because she was nervous, she grabbed it a little harder." About Suo Long... you should tell Sister Qiu, please..."
Robin smiled confidently and said,""Don't worry." Then, he walked out of the door.
The woman's figure gradually stopped at the edge of the door frame. Nami looked at her palm, which still had the warmth of the fragrance and the sense of reality that she had just held.
Two minutes later, the bell rang again. From the beginning of the third period to the end of the morning class, Robin did not return.
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