Everyone I want to bully is abnormal

If there is nothing necessary, no one will come to talk to her...except that person.

"Class eight." As he had no friends of the same age around him, Kan Zhiyu was very lacking in communication, so generally the shorter the answer, the better.

"What a coincidence, I'm from Class 5, just downstairs from you." The man's way of chatting up girls was not very clever, and it could even be considered a little funny.

After all, there are only three floors for senior high school. Class 8 is on the middle floor, and the others are either on the upper floors, lower floors, or on the same floor.

Moreover, Kan Zhiyu was very keen to notice the word "men". Because they seldom communicated with each other, she was very sensitive to everyone who spoke to her.

She is so sensitive to every word that she will chew it over in her mind several times to figure out its meaning. This can be considered a little habit of hers.

This is why it can be seen that although the deskmate has been bullying her, she actually has no ill intentions.

Otherwise, how could she have behaved so submissively from the beginning.

Don’t forget, that time when the two of them bumped into each other in the corridor, Kan Zhiyu was very cunning and knew how to run away because he was afraid of being reported to the teacher.

Because it was just a small matter, telling the teacher would probably only result in a verbal punishment, and the person involved probably wouldn't spend too much effort to find her.

But she was also afraid of being hated or being implicated in some way, so she made a prompt decision to escape. After all, Bai Qingge was a celebrity in the school. This was the real cunningness of Kan Zhiyu.

Of course, it's only a little cunning.

Not only did her identity information fall at the scene, Bai Qingge was also her classmate. If Bai Qingge was not really blind, no matter how insignificant Kan Zhiyu was, she would be able to find her sooner or later.

And the final result was that he was caught and bullied. It can only be said that he was a little clever, but not much. In a sense, he was just being clever.

Kan Zhiyu probably regretted his ostrich-like behavior greatly after realizing it.

This is probably also a kind of, the more you think, the more mistakes you make.

So now Kan Zhiyu was very keenly aware that the boy in front of him did not want to talk to him, but wanted to talk to someone else.

To be more precise, he wanted to talk to the classmate who had just brought him milk tea outside.

Thinking of this, Kan Zhiyu's face, which already looked gloomy due to most of his bangs being let down, seemed to become even more substantial.

But the boy obviously didn't notice this and continued to talk enthusiastically, "If you have any questions later, you can ask me."

Kan Zhiyu did not answer. The examination rooms were divided according to the grades. Those who had good grades at the front could "help each other".

But for people like them, who basically rely on guessing the answer, the so-called mutual help is just like adding another cup of water to another cup of water. No matter how much you add, it will never become a cup of milk.

But since the other party had the confidence to propose it, he must have something to rely on. Sure enough, the boy’s next sentence revealed the source of his confidence.

"Don't tell the teacher that I secretly brought a cell phone." As he said this, in order to prove the truthfulness of his words, he secretly took it out and shook it in front of Kan Zhiyu's sight.

Kan Zhiyu was not very interested. Although she wanted to get good grades, if it was like this, her mother would not like a child who lied.

When he thought of the other party's purpose of coming to talk to him, Kan Zhiyu felt a little annoyed. He nodded twice perfunctorily, hoping that the exam time would come soon.

As the saying goes, things don't always go as planned, and the boy still asked the question she least wanted to hear.

"The girl outside just now is your friend, right? Um, what's her name?" The boy's true intentions were revealed, and Kan Zhiyu's irritation rose rapidly.

This irritable feeling reminded her of the time when her desk-mate threw cold water on her in the toilet.

Obviously, my deskmate's mind was completely focused on me at the beginning, but that voice instantly took away the gaze that was fixed on me.

She started to feel angry and scared for no apparent reason. She was terrified of her own abnormal mentality, so she thought about escaping at that time.

And in her escape, she actually had a deeper purpose.

The disheveled clothes, the wet hair, and the changed clothes in the hands, taken together, are no longer a hint. Anyone who is not a fool can see something from them.

That's right, she did it on purpose. Until now, she still hasn't fully understood why she did that.

But now, she can't do anything as bold as she did then.

She was used to being submissive, and after holding it in for several seconds, she still couldn't say anything harsh.

She seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

"I don't know." Treating him with a perfunctory lie was the greatest malice she could show.

"I don't know?" The boy thought there was something wrong with his hearing and reached out to clean his ears.

"You should be good friends, right?" The boy looked at the hot milk tea in Kan Zhiyu's hand, which he had not yet started to drink. Ordinary friends would not be considerate enough to do such a thing.

"You don't even know your best friend's name?" The boy began to suspect that the girl in front of him was teasing him.

"I don't know." Kan Zhiyu's tone became vague.

She didn’t know whether she should tell her deskmate’s name, and she didn’t know whether they were good friends.

My deskmate is a celebrity in school. Not everyone in the school knows her name, but at least half of them can call it out. So it’s really stupid of me to keep my name a secret.

As for good friends... can a relationship built on bullying be considered friends?

Thinking of this, Kan Zhiyu's mood quickly became depressed, and he didn't even bother to pray in his heart that he would pass the exam quickly and do well.

The boy just had poor grades, not a stupid brain. Even now he could see that Kan Zhiyu didn't want to talk to him, let alone answer his questions.

Not wanting to make myself look bad, he turned around and kicked the table up a bit, causing the stool under his butt to creak. He muttered in a low voice, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why are you pretending? Do you really think I want to talk to someone like you?"

Kan Zhiyu knew very well that the other party was angry because he didn't get the answer he wanted, but he couldn't help feeling sour in his heart.

Yes, how can someone like me, a rat living in the sewer, dare to hope for the favor of the sun in the sky?

That ray of sunlight shines into this dark sewer simply because the sun has an inclusive heart towards these small, dark things.

The sunlight shines into the sewer, not because the sun has noticed this place, but because the light it emits alone is enough to warm this cold land.