Chapter 3 Bubble six
I returned to the classroom door with the attitude of a winner, because I knew that I would face a real storm next. Only by pretending to be a winner could I have the courage to face all the contempt and ridicule.
Sure enough, the moment I stepped into the classroom, the expected rumors came at me like sharp arrows.
"Shame on you! Don't you know how much you weigh?"
"That's right. The toad wanted to eat the swan meat so badly that he went crazy. I don't know what despicable means he used."
"How dare you snatch Lian Mengsha's boyfriend? You are so lustful!"
Someone laughed meaningfully, and the classroom was in an uproar.
I don’t know who started it, but some people started throwing paper balls, milk cartons, apple cores, and used tissues at me…
When everything was falling on me, I didn't dodge. I just looked at them indifferently, slowly raised the corners of my mouth, and smiled hard.
Perhaps my attitude angered them, and someone threw a thick English-Chinese dictionary at me. It seemed that the dictionary was about to hit my forehead. Just as I was about to close my eyes to withstand the heavy blow, my eyes blurred and a small figure flew towards me and blocked the dictionary for me.
It's Madoka.
Because I was so close, I could even hear the thump when the dictionary hit Xiaoyuan's thin back.
"Xiaoyuan, you don't have to worry about me." I hurriedly pushed Xiaoyuan away, afraid that she would be attacked because of me.
However, at this moment, Xiao Yuan seemed to be a completely different person. Her face flushed red , she opened her arms to protect me, and roared at the person who mocked me like a little beast: "If anyone dares to throw things again, I will fight him!"
My nose suddenly felt a little sour. That timid and cowardly Xiaoyuan, that Xiaoyuan who dared not say a word in rebuttal and could only shed tears secretly when others laughed at her, that Xiaoyuan who would always endure it when being hurt, would actually stand up for a friend like me who she had just made friends with.
I always thought that she treated me as a friend just because she was too lonely and needed a companion to share the ridicule of classmates. It was not until this moment that I realized how hard she tried to share the hardships with me.
I gently held Xiaoyuan's hand and pulled her behind me. Those who were still watching thought I was scared, and a boy was eager to throw the trash at Xiaoyuan and me again. I leaned over and picked up the trash can at my feet, and silently turned it upside down on the boy's head.
A fierce fight broke out. After more than ten minutes of fighting, my face was swollen like a pig's head, and Xiaoyuan was not much better, her coat sleeves were torn off. What surprised me most was that there were several very conspicuous red scratches on Hanako Yin's handsome face.
He stared at me expressionlessly across two desks. I suddenly wanted to laugh. His serious expression and the bright scratches were funny and ridiculous. I finally couldn't help laughing out loud. After Hua Ziyin glared at me angrily for two seconds, he suddenly strode over, grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the classroom without saying anything.
I struggled and laughed at him: "Hana Ziyin, look at your face. Now you have become a real butterfly, haha."
Hua Ziyin had a cold face and didn't even look at me. He pulled me straight forward, as if he was going to kill me in the next second.
I tried to please him wisely: "But, actually, this is also very handsome."
Based on my understanding of Hua Ziyin, he should have been unabashedly boastful after hearing this compliment. However, he seemed not to have heard what I said, and still had a dark face, dragging me forward silently.
I didn't understand what this had to do with him, so I shook his hand off and yelled at him angrily, "Hua Ziyin, what are you doing? What does this have to do with you? Does my fight with others bother you in any way? Who are you showing off to? Do you know me well?"
"Right!" Hua Ziyin turned around and glared at me, "I'm not familiar with you, and you didn't cause me any trouble. You got my face scratched because you were nosy. You deserve it!" He looked at me angrily, took a deep breath, and yelled at me, "Is there any point in doing all this? You're not going to help at all, and you'll only hurt yourself!"
I pretended not to understand what he said and turned around to leave, but after hearing his whispers, I couldn't move anymore.
I heard him say, "Song Xihe, do you think that if you do this, Song Hexue will come back? It's useless. Song Hexue is already dead... Already dead, do you understand?"
I covered my ears, forcing myself not to listen to his absurd words. However, the voice pierced my ears like a sharp needle, and all the memories that I had deliberately forgotten came rushing back like a flood, leaving me with no hope of recovery.
