[Black Basket] Never expected

Today is Sunday.

Before going out, I specially spent half an hour putting on a light makeup that was not noticeable.

The weather is fine and the mood is good.

My name is Yokoyama Haruna, and I am a third-year student in Group C of Haichang High School.

I thought today would be as safe and peaceful a day as any in the first 18 years of my life.

However, this naive illusion was quickly shattered in the next few minutes.

I rushed into the classroom 10 minutes before my morning reading, sat down and took out my Chinese textbook and opened the first page. The phone in my bag vibrated.It's a text message from Sakamoto-kun who is in a relationship.

For couples who are in a passionate relationship, it is not enough to stick together every moment.

I even took the initiative to send greetings of love early in the morning. This initiative really made me feel the strong love immediately.

I unlocked the screen lock with some pride, and clicked on the text message.

The content is only two short lines.

"These days with you, I feel very happy, but at the same time I have endured unimaginable pressure. So please forgive my cowardice. Let's break up, Hina. - Sakamoto."

The background of the world cracked, and a group of monsters with teeth and claws scrambled to squeeze out of the crack and danced in my mind.

My hands stiffened immediately, as if I had been thrown into an ice cellar.

I felt my body trembling non-stop, whether it was from surprise or anger.Fingers fumbled for the "Call" button on the screen dully, and there was a muffled "beep" sound from the speaker, which was quickly cut off by the other party mercilessly.

The sky is still as clear as it was a few minutes ago.

The sun outside the window sprinkled on my face, but I didn't feel any warmth.

"Yangcai Yangcai! Look at this news——" Ryona in the front seat excitedly turned her head while holding her mobile phone. She was probably startled by my ugly face, and her excited voice suddenly fell silent in the middle of her sentence. ,"……What’s wrong with you?"

I lowered my head and saw my face on the screen of the mobile phone. Except for the dull expression, it was basically normal.

Squinting my eyes and smiling at her, I tried my best to cheer up and said, "It's just that I slept a little late yesterday. There's too much homework, and I can't finish it if I don't stay up late."

Rina seemed not to care about my answer, "There's no need to worry about homework. Lack of sleep is the natural enemy of a woman's beauty. I wouldn't sacrifice my rest time for that kind of thing." She waved her hands, her tone Rightfully shocking.

But this shock quickly dissipated in my understanding of her.

Our two families have been neighbors since I can remember, and I know Liangna and her family more thoroughly than I know the chemical principles in textbooks.

Probably thanks to the genetic blessings, the three children in their family are all rare beauties; but in terms of academics, except for the eldest sister Linna who can barely be regarded as an average student, the remaining two siblings are completely in a state of abandonment.

Entrusted by her parents, I, as a child, tried to threaten them with insinuating consequences, but Ryuna shrugged indifferently and refuted arrogantly.

"Right now, Ryota and I earn enough money from part-time modeling jobs to live on, and the entrance exams and so on... If there is really no other way, then just debut as a professional model."

It is precisely because of this confidence that even though she is already a third-year student, Liangna's pace of life is still as leisurely as ever, and she is even more beautiful than last year because of proper maintenance.This made me, who had to use makeup to cover up my ugly face recently, very envious.

I sighed and shook my head, and quietly put the time bomb-like mobile phone back into the drawer under the desk.

Liang Nai continued to discuss with me in an exaggerated tone the news about her favorite male model in the broadcast last night. Although I pretended to be very interested and echoed it, I still couldn't forget the text message that brought me a thunderbolt .

Not only morning reading, I spent the whole morning in a trance.

Teacher Ye Zhong, who teaches English, came to my desk when I was wandering, and tapped the corner of the desk with a pointer to ask me to get up and read the text aloud.

I finally made it to the lunch break, and I didn’t even feel in the mood to eat. I ran to the door of Sakamoto’s classroom nervously holding my mobile phone.My classroom is next to the washroom at the end of the corridor, and his group A is facing the stairs, only less than 100 meters away, but my anxiety swelled to the point of overflowing in just a few tens of seconds.

——Even face to face, what should I say?Are you asking why you broke up?

It was childish and embarrassing.

No matter what the reason is, the breakup must be a decision he made after serious consideration. If you go to question him like this, or beg him not to break up, wouldn't it be a bit too low of your own stance.

In front was the house number of Group A. I stopped, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to give him another chance to humiliate me face to face. I was about to turn around and leave quickly, when suddenly, a loud shout came from the classroom of Group A.

"Sakamoto! Yokoyama is here to look for you!" After that, he teased unscrupulously.

At that moment, the blood quickly flowed backwards from the feet to the top of the head.

There was a roar in my ears, and I seemed to hear the sound of the end of the world.

Since I had been spotted, I could only turn around in embarrassment. From where I was at the moment, I could clearly see Sakamoto sitting in the back row of the classroom through the open back door.

I know that as the ace of the field club of Kaichang High School, Sakamoto's popularity among girls has always been high, but just before, he unilaterally sent a breakup text message to his girlfriend, and in the next second he was talking to the beautiful girl in the class Laughing, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest.

Sakamoto didn't seem particularly surprised when he saw me.He scratched the messy hair on the back of his head with some distress, and walked to the door amidst the laughter of the crowd.

His figure is very tall. When he stood in front of me, he could completely block the eyes of those in the classroom from me. I could only see his chest with his uniform shirt tightly stretched and his innocent and harmless face. I said, "I'm so sorry, Hina. I...I really don't know how to tell you this in person."

My nose was sore, I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that was about to explode, and asked word by word, "...is it because of her?"

"Huh? She...you mean Haruka? We're just ordinary friends." He glanced back at the room, then completely denied, "I really like you very much. It's just... being with you makes me feel ……Very hard."

Faced with such reasons, I can think of no rebuttal.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his tone seemed to be very difficult, "Your studies are excellent, you are also very active in the club, you are beautiful and smart... But I am a fool with nothing but playing ball, and I don't even know if I can graduate smoothly— —”

"Enough." I closed my eyes hard, completely unwilling to continue listening to such hypocritical words.

"If this is the reason, tell me before you send the text message, I will never accept it."

"Yangcai..."

"But since you have already made a decision on your own, it's too late." I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath, "Then let's break up as you said. We will never contact again."

Now I just want to leave as soon as possible, otherwise I really don't know if I will rush into the classroom of Group A with the volcano in my brain about to erupt in the next second, and hit Sakamoto's crotch/lower with a stick.

I know my expression at the moment must be extremely ugly.

But today is simply a day of being cursed, and God's test of me has just begun.

Just as I was about to "run away", I just took a step forward when I heard someone calling my name in a familiar voice.

"Sister Yangcai?"

My name is Yokoyama Haruna.

At that time, when I was young, I only thought that this moment was the end of my 18 years of flawless life, but I never imagined that this was just the beginning of deeper suffering in the future.