Y is my love of continuous reading

Everything is back to normal, and I should eat and sleep like a normal person.My sister called me on time at [-] o'clock every night for a week to make sure I was in a normal mood, and then gradually felt relieved.

However, I didn't let her tell her parents.

After all, I didn't even figure it out myself, and I didn't want them to worry about me.

Another reason is that I think that if my parents know about this, they should be even more unable to stop my sister from coming to school to beat up people. I guess my parents will send her here in person, and then cheer and applaud from the sidelines.

To be honest, I'm probably not as calm as others seem to be.

After being injured, he habitually shrinks into a little orphaned beast, nests in a dark and uninhabited cave, licks the bloody wound alone, and swallows silently with tears.I dare not show the wound in front of others. For me, the gaze is real, like a sharp knife, killing me with one glance.

So, I put on a mask, a mask that is calm enough for people not to notice the painful spasm of my muscles under the skin, a mask that allows me to smile at the one that almost disturbed my whole life. The mask of the man of life.

When K came to the classroom, I smiled at him for the first time for no reason.

He was a little surprised, his brows were frowned shortly, his dark eyes were slightly wide open, his mouth was pursed, and there were two unnatural red spots on his cheeks.

I didn't continue to look at him, I lowered my head and randomly drew meaningless curves on the draft paper.

He sat down next to me, and as he did several times before, he took out the books in his schoolbag and said:

"Today the teacher procrastinated after class, so I didn't have time to eat."

I didn't answer.

He was stunned for a while, as if it was difficult to accept the fact, he was silent for a few seconds, and spoke after deliberation:

"you--"

"I ate in the cafeteria today."

So I didn't bring you bread, see, I didn't take you easy, not at all.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

He seemed to be a little stunned. For this unexpected answer, his eyes, expression, and everything in him seemed to be resisting, expressing his unacceptability.

However, in the next second, he restrained himself and lowered his head to fumble for the textbook in his hand.When I thought there would be no more responses, he replied with an "oh".

Look, how ridiculous!I struggled and hesitated for 23 hours, 37 minutes and 09 seconds, practiced the eight characters 34 times, and in the end it was just a word "oh" from him.

I gritted my teeth, and the hand that was originally in the schoolbag, in a corner where no one saw, quietly clenched the bag of bread that I bought at the bakery, making a slight sound of plastic deformation. It's as uncomfortable as scratching your heart with a glass knife.

I let go and lifted my hand to the table.

It's just that you think too much, nothing happened, there is nothing strange about him, and you are not any special existence.

Friends, or just classmates, that's fine too.

No matter how the weather changes, the class is still the same, the teacher is still humorous, and the class discussion is still going on as scheduled.

After the teacher arranged the topics for today's discussion, the groups started to discuss in groups. I suddenly realized that K, who had been lying on the table without speaking, was really strange.

Just now there was a ghost in my heart, and I didn't dare to pay attention to him.After looking at it, he realized that his blushing was abnormal.

I hesitated for a moment, looking at his harmless appearance, I guess I would follow him if I sold him out, gritted my teeth, and raised my hand to touch his forehead.

K has a fever.

The author has something to say:

Ahhhhhhh I really have a fever!uncomfortable, dizzy