I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Chapter 158 Blank Paper

"Have you heard? Something's been going on at our school lately!"

Self-study period for Class 2, Grade 12.

"How to say?"

A group of girls were gathered in the corner of the classroom. Among them, a girl with a ponytail had a mysterious expression and kept chattering.

"You know Shen Qingqing, right? I accidentally saw her fighting with a group of high school seniors, and more than a dozen of them were lying on the ground unconscious."

The girl next to her, who was wearing glasses, pushed up her glasses and chimed in, "I saw it when I went to the restroom a few days ago, but those girls usually like to bully people."

"That's terrifying! No matter what, it's wrong of her to hit someone!"

The long-haired girl pouted and spoke with righteous indignation.

"If I were to encounter this, I would definitely tell the teacher."

"Cough...cough cough."

The men had different expressions, their eyes darting back and forth.

"what happened?"

The long-haired girl turned around.

"Ahhh! Shen Qingqing!" Startled, she ran back to her original spot and buried herself in the table to read.

Shen Qingqing just entered the door.

She went to the restroom, tidied up a few people, and when she came back, she found her classmates talking about her.

From one corner to another, pile after pile.

Seeing that I was standing at the door, their guilty expressions betrayed their thoughts.

Am I really that scary?

Everyone treated her like they were seeing their homeroom teacher.

"eat."

On the desk, neat rows of small honey cakes were arranged in pink boxes.

Shen Qingqing's eyes lit up; she was hungry.

As the saying goes, with eight classes a day, you feel sleepy during the first two classes in the morning and the third and fourth classes, and you feel hungry.

[Host, I want to eat too!]

Chewing on the bread in her mouth, Shen Qingqing felt as if she had come back to life.

The boy next to her, chin in hand, had his eyes glued to her ever since she came in.

Luckily, Qingqing likes it...

[Host! I've rarely come out since you moved into the manor, and I'm so hungry for you!]

There's so much food in the room, go and eat.

Shen Qingqing was referring to the food stored in the apocalyptic instance.

[Where's your conscience, host? I want to eat the fresh, soft honey cake in your hand!]

My mind was filled with the sound of crying.

Don't cry.

The crying stopped abruptly, and Xiao Lan got up. The host had finally had a change of heart!

I've finished eating.

Xiao Lan stood frozen in place, showing Shen Qingqing her back.

[Let's break off our friendship, host. Let's pretend we don't know each other!]

"Is it delicious, Sister Qing?"

Since the start of her senior year of high school, Xu Wei and others have changed how they address her.

This makes me feel like I'm some kind of gangster.

"good."

"I bought it, hehe!"

He grinned broadly.

pia—

"It was Mu Jing who made you buy it."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Sisi noticed the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Mu Jing and dragged Xu Wei away. Hadn't this guy been beaten up lately?

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! What are you doing?"

"Talking is prohibited during class."

Shen Qingqing has a very picky palate. She eats almost anything, but she usually only takes one bite of food and then stops eating.

Besides shrimp, this little cake is another food that Shen Qingqing loves to eat today.

Even Shen Qingqing herself didn't realize that she, who never liked sweets or bread, would actually like this.

Sitting in the back row, Jiang Yiyi was biting her pen and rubbing her hair.

My forehead is almost bald from being rubbed.

How do I solve this problem?

The notebook was pushed to the person next to her, and Song Jia looked surprised. "Why have you suddenly started studying? Have you been beating people up too much lately? Have you gone mad?"

"Xu Wei's grades are almost catching up with mine! Stop laughing!"

Jiang Yiyi had a headache. As a young lady from a wealthy family, she was proficient in seven or eight languages, including Chinese, English, and Russian, since childhood. The only language she was completely clueless about was mathematics.

The densely packed numbers looked like they were moving to her, and just seeing them made her want to vomit.

Jiang Mingquan, sitting by the window, witnessed the heartwarming scene of the group.

Jiang Ming: [What's your decision?]

Feng He: [I promise you.]

In the next class, Feng He held her phone, a sudden surge of anger rising in her eyes.

The students in the class sat together from the second year of high school to the third year.

How could those people be assigned to the same class? The fact that she was assigned to a different class is definitely due to some behind-the-scenes manipulation!

Jiang Ming: [Then let's do it the way we agreed.]

Jingle Bell-

"Brother Mu! I've made up my mind, let's go out for hot pot tonight!"

"Bro! Help me out!"

A slightly immature voice.

"How did you come!"

Xu Jian scratched his head sheepishly, "I'm here to apologize to the older sisters. It's my treat tonight!"

"Little chicks, you're not fighting this time?"

Jiang Yiyi joked.

The boy blushed instantly, unsure whether to walk or stand still.

"Shen Qingqing, I have something I want to say to you."

A voice broke the deadlock.

The boy with glasses, dressed quietly, looked like a good student.

"Who is this person?"

Jiang Yiyi tilted her head and asked, looking every bit the model student, "How dare he be so bold?"

Song Jia shook her head, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

"Go ahead and say it." After a long day of classes, Shen Qingqing was exhausted and all she wanted to do was lie down in bed and sleep.

The boy paused, his eyes darted away, his face gradually flushed, and he began to stammer.

"I...I want to talk to you alone."

He glanced at the group, his meaning clear.

[What's going on, host? This is starting to sound like a confession!]

【ah! 】

Her mind was buzzing; Shen Qingqing didn't really like this kind of thing.

Perhaps there are other things going on.

Shen Qingqing didn't believe anyone would like her.

"Mu Jing, wait for me for ten minutes, I'll be right back."

Shen Qingqing turned around and handed the schoolbag to Mu Jing.

Click—

The phone fell to the ground.

The boy didn't pick it up. He stood there, looking in the direction of the girl. His blank eyes gradually darkened, as if something was about to emerge.

"Actually... I wanted to ask, Shen Qingqing, do you have someone you like?"

Jiang Ming feigned shyness, putting his hands behind his back, looking like a typical young boy.

I thought it was a confession! Confess already!

It was rather curious about how the host would react, a completely clean sheet of white paper.

Nothing will leave a mark on it.

"No."

Shen Qingqing answered decisively; she just wanted to wait for him to finish speaking before leaving.

As for why they came, it's naturally to find out what this person's purpose is.

She no longer wants to use her brain. Excessive brain use makes her hungry, and when she's hungry, she needs to eat, which is tiring.

"That……"

He paused for a few seconds, then asked, "What is your relationship with Mu Jing?"

"The relationship between employers and employees."

Upon hearing this, the boy's expression brightened. "Actually...actually, I like you."

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at school."

"I've never felt this way before, but I really like you now that I've met you."

He spoke one sentence after another, covering up Shen Qingqing's rejection.

Shen Qingqing: ……

"I don't ask you to like me too, I just want you to know how I feel."

"I do not like you."

Even so, I will still like you in the future.

The boy looked aggrieved and pitiful.

"up to you."

After saying that, she turned and left. She was at ease now and thought to herself, "I should have known better than to come."

I walked a few extra meters.

Ding-dong—

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