People will always only tend towards interests.
Once there are common interests, enemies can become friends.
Many people like this transaction where both parties get what they want.

"Cun Zhiwei, you should withdraw from this design competition!"
A few casual words wiped out half a month's worth of my efforts.
In the past half month, I have been thinking about design even when I was working. I always carry a pen with me. When I have inspiration, I will jot it down on a napkin. When I am not busy, I will always call Ji Suting to discuss. Sometimes we will argue until our faces turn red, and sometimes we will smile at each other when we agree. It feels so happy to be comrades who have worked together for many years and work towards the same goal.
It was also because of this design that I was able to get over the emotional pain of Yan Wenbo so quickly and walk towards the sunshine again. Sometimes Xu Meng'er would show off in front of me, but I could always see loneliness and desolation in her eyes.
The teacher lowered her head, not looking at me, and said with a guilty look, "I have tried to fight for you, but the school still wants Hua Siyu to take over. I know very little, and there is nothing I can do."
"I know the teacher has tried his best, but maybe I'm not good enough. I will work hard." I understand that the teacher also has his own helplessness. I can't put all the blame on him. I can only blame myself for not being able to do what the school wants. Who else can I blame?
"It's best if you think this way. Go back and prepare well. The final exam is coming soon. Although the competition is important, the final results are related to the scholarship and are equally important." The teacher comforted me.
"Okay, I understand." Just as he was about to say goodbye to the teacher, Hua Siyu and Ji Suting walked into the office together.
Hua Siyu was not surprised to see me. She smiled and said hello to me: "Cun Zhiwei, long time no see."
"Long time no see." It has indeed been a long time since I last saw Hua Siyu. Of course, I still hear news about her from outsiders.
"It just so happens that Cun Zhiwei is here too. You can hand over the design. If Siyu has any questions, she can take this opportunity to ask Cun Zhiwei." said the teacher.
"Handover? What does that mean?" I have already completed the overall design idea and most of the specific content. If I just hand it over to Huasiyu, what does that mean? Those who plant trees will enjoy the shade?
"What the school means is that you and Su Ting have been busy for so long, and your design ideas are still good. It would be better to just do it according to your original plan. It would save time and there would be room for modification. It would be too troublesome to start over now, so..." the teacher explained.
"If there is no problem with my design ideas , and I still do it as I did before, then why do you want to replace me? Everything is mine, why do you want someone else to do it?" I originally thought that the school was changing people because they believed in Hua Siyu's ability more, after all, she was a senior and an excellent student. The teacher suddenly told me that I was going to take over my original job. What does this mean?
"Don't get excited. I just said these things. I will also do this for you..." The teacher wanted to persuade me but was interrupted by me.
"I know the teacher wants to say that it was useless for you to fight for me. I just want to know, why did you let Senior Hua use my design? From the perspective of an artist or a designer, shouldn't you have your own insistence? It is so shameless to use someone else's design and put your own name on it. Why can Senior Hua accept it?" I know my tone was heavy and my words were sarcastic. I still couldn't accept that the fruits of my labor were taken away like this.
"Zhiwei, you have to think about it. If you don't participate in the competition, the results of your work during this period will be wasted. Now that Siyu has taken over, your work can still be included in the competition." The teacher tried his best to comfort me.
"But, isn't the name no longer mine?" I smiled bitterly. I am no longer at the age where I can be fooled by just any words. I looked at the teacher, and then at Hua Siyu who showed no guilt at all. I knew the ending was already decided, and it would be useless for me to say anything.
I turned my gaze to Ji Suting. We have been working together all along, so at least... he can stand up and say a few words for me, even if it is useless.
He stood beside Hua Siyu with his head down and no word. No matter how I looked at him, he never looked up.
Is that so?
I finally bowed my head and admitted the fact that I could not change. When I walked out of the office, I could only describe myself in four words: dirty and dusty.
Even though there is no element of love between us, Ji Suting's reaction still disappoints me. Even ordinary friends wouldn't be so cold, right?
But Ji Suting has his own stance. Whether he speaks or not, I have no right to blame him. I can only blame myself for not having enough ability to deal with all this in a tough manner.
Even when I was chased by a group of people and insulted by them, I never felt so wronged. The pain spread from my chest to every part of my limbs. I stood against the wall, gasping for breath. Only by squatting down could I slightly relieve the depression and discomfort in my heart.
"Are you all right?"
I looked up and saw Ji Suting standing in front of me in the backlight. His face was obscured by the shadow and I couldn't see it clearly. I stood up with great effort and felt dizzy for a moment. I almost fell down because of the swaying of my body. He reached out and helped me up.
"I'm fine." I awkwardly broke free from his hand and leaned against the wall again, my tone cold and distant, "Anything else?"
"Zhiwei, are you blaming me?" He looked at me and asked. It was clearly a question, but in fact it was an exclamation.
"Senior has his own stance. I have no right to blame you. I only blame myself for my lack of ability," I replied.
"You're still blaming me," he smiled bitterly, leaning against the wall, his hands in his hair, sighing in annoyance, "You also know about Siyu and I. After all, we were together for so long, and we broke up because of me. I feel guilty towards her... I know she really wants to participate in this competition, and I didn't expect her to use such a tough method."
"Even if you thought of it, what can you do?" I raised my eyebrows and asked him. Before he could answer, I had already said it for him, "Even if you thought of it, even if you knew it, it wouldn't . At most, you would let me know an hour or two in advance. Because you feel guilty about Hua Siyu, if you want to make your conscience feel good, you can't say a word for me, right?"
"Zhiwei, I'm sorry." Ji Suting lowered his head.
"Senior, you did nothing wrong, why do you need to apologize to me? I just want to ask you, you feel guilty towards Hua Siyu, so do you have to repay me with the fruits of my hard work? You have repaid your guilt, but who will repay me?" My body had improved a lot, and when I stood up and prepared to leave, Ji Suting grabbed my arm. I asked coldly, "Senior, do you have anything else to say?"
"Zhiwei...Siyu and I broke up..." He let go of her hand before she finished speaking, "Forget it, go away, go back and have a good rest, don't think too much."
My mood hit rock bottom because of this incident, and I was absent-minded when I went to work in the coffee shop in the afternoon. Sister Su couldn't stand it anymore and asked me to take a leave and go back.
Lying alone on the bed in the dormitory, I thought I was very sad, but my mind was blank, nothing. I just lay stiffly on the bed for the whole afternoon, not knowing what to do or what to think.
Not everything can be undone, especially when it's not your fault.
"shameless!"
“Awesome!”
“Is this really Cun Zhiwei?”
"I didn't expect she had a life on her shoulders."
"There has been constant gossip about Cun Zhiwei since she entered school. When will the school expel her?"
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When the photos of the little gangsters in high school were everywhere on the school forum, I was still sleeping in the dormitory. I didn't have classes in the morning, and I didn't have to work in the coffee shop. Because of the design competition, I didn't fall asleep until three in the morning.
It was Shi Shuxia who woke me up from my dream. In the dream, I was standing in front of an apple tree. An apple fell from the tree and hit the boy on the head. He rubbed his head, picked up the apple, handed it to me and asked, "Do you want to eat it?" I was about to shake my head when a big bug came out of the apple and flew directly to my face. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.
"Hurry up and get up." Shi Shuxia slapped my face with her crocodile pillow. "You still feel like sleeping? Look at the mess the school forum has become."
Why is it the school forum again?
I took the notebook she handed me in a daze, opened it with half-opened eyes, found the forum page, and found the gossip section. I had been the heroine of gossip posts so many times that it had become a habit.
The title of the red post is: Focus: Photos of a girl who looked like a gangster in high school were leaked, and it is said that she is responsible for a murder.
My mind cleared up in an instant, and I opened the link with trembling hands. What caught my eye was me with my flamboyant red hair, grinning at the camera, and shots from all angles, each of which showed my face clearly. Behind the photos were some ambiguous words, which roughly meant that I had always had an ambiguous relationship with a boy in high school, and later when the boy confessed his love, I cruelly rejected him. The boy committed suicide because of my cruelty, and the boy's mother is still in a state of confusion because of her son's death.
The following is a very sensational story about how the boy and I met, got to know each other, and the ambiguous stage. This story seems to tell everyone that I knew from the beginning that the boy liked me. I just lacked love since childhood and enjoyed the feeling of being liked, so I kept spending time with the boy, making the boy think that I also liked him, so he was always very good to me. When the boy thought the time was finally right to confess his love, I rejected him directly.
Many details in this story are blurred, but what is clear is how the boy treated me well and how I enjoyed this kindness. No matter from which angle you look at it, it was my ambiguity that triggered the boy's depression, and it was my rejection that led to his suicide.
Although the name Wang Zijia did not appear in the story, there were so-called classmates and friends who studied in the same school as me who knew about this incident in the comments, and they pretended to mention this name. Seeing that they were all newly registered small accounts, I don't believe that no one deliberately led the rhythm.
To sum up this article, Cun Zhiwei is a little girl who is good at flirting and abandoning her boyfriend. Everything she looks like now is just an act. I hope everyone can keep their eyes open.
"These people are so abominable. They write nonsense without knowing anything. I'll go back and scold them for you." Shi Shuxia kept checking the forum on his phone, muttering to himself.
"Forget it. If you scold them, they will think we are quibbling. If you ignore them, they will probably forget about it gradually. Humans are forgetful creatures." I stopped Shi Shuxia, thinking that she was in a bad mood at school, so I might as well go out for a walk with her.
This may also be a disguised form of escape. The death of Prince Jia has always been a thorn in my heart, and I can't pull it out no matter how hard I try.
"Who did this? It's so wicked, don't you want to investigate? We must catch this person this time." Shi Shuxia was still a little angry.
"Forget it." I don't need to check who did this. Let's not talk about Wang Zijia's case. Just looking at these photos, only Ren Xiaoqi has them. In high school, when she was aggressive, she always liked to take pictures of me with her phone. I used to say she was boring, but now it seems that she might have prepared for a rainy day.
"Zhiwei, are you really not going to check it out? They are too bullying. What happened to Wang Zijia is not like that at all!" Shi Shuxia was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.
I climbed out of bed to comfort her: "I'm really fine. Let them spread rumors as much as they want. Isn't it true that the innocent are innocent? Besides, this matter was deliberately done by someone. If you don't take it seriously, maybe she will find it boring and the matter will disappear."
"Is it Ren Xiaoqi? She is the only one involved in Wang Zijia's matter..." She curled her lips.
"Whether it's her or not, it doesn't matter. I'm really fine. After so much, I've let some things go." This post is right about one thing. Ever since I entered University A, there has been no end to the gossip. Every now and then, I'm on the hot search on campus. My name is always on the HOT posts. I'm too quiet and don't seem like Cun Zhiwei.
After I comforted Shi Shuxia, she accompanied me out of the house very unhappy, as if she was the one being pointed at, not me . When she saw people pointing at her along the way, she would pout in grievance, wishing she could block the "glares" that followed for me.
Ren Xiaoqi used to protect me in this way, but...times have changed and we are all changing.
As soon as we walked out of the school gate and were struggling to decide where to go to get some dessert to make ourselves feel better, the person I least wanted to see came towards us.
Ren Xiaoqi.
She came closer and closer, gazing at me with a smile. The occasional wind blew her hair, and the bright red color bloomed under the scorching sun. That was the same hair color I once had.
I wanted to pretend that I didn't see her and pull Shi Shuxia away, but it was obvious that Ren Xiaoqi didn't want to let me go. She shouted my name loudly, attracting a crowd of onlookers.
I think everyone must be talking about how this is the famous Cun Zhiwei; or how can such a person have the nerve to show up and embarrass himself?
I was not afraid. I stood there stubbornly with my back straight.
Ren Xiaoqi was getting closer and closer to me, and the past was getting farther and farther away as she got closer. Those good old times, so beautiful as a dream, were eventually shattered.
The smile on my face slowly faded, and I looked at the person who came. I knew I couldn't avoid him today. I tilted my head to look at Shi Shuxia and said, "Shuxia, you should go back first. I think Ren Xiaoqi should have something to say to me."
"But...are you okay?" Shi Shuxia asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, we were good friends, after all, I still understand her." Do I really understand her? If I really understood her, Prince Jia wouldn't be like that. If we really understood her, we wouldn't be like this today.
It is only now that I admit that I don't understand this best friend who has been close to me throughout high school, not at all.
The day I met Ren Xiaoqi again, I knew that our relationship would not end in the summer after the college entrance examination. I didn’t know what happened when she dyed her hair black and went to the coffee shop, but I knew it must be a big deal for her.
I really want to sit down and have a good talk with her, but I also know that there's no going back.
The most hurtful thing between people is not separation, but the sentence: we can never go back.
Ren Xiaoqi said she wanted to have a serious talk with me. Despite the stalemate, I still followed her to the place where she decided to have the meeting.
We were both preoccupied with our own thoughts and didn't speak a word along the way, until she turned a corner and stopped in front of a dilapidated old house, turned around and said to me, "Let's go in and talk!"
I was a little hesitant, thinking that I had been taken so far away without realizing it, what if something happened... I subconsciously wanted to escape, but Ren Xiaoqi dragged me into the house.
I looked around carefully and saw that there was no one else around except us, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
She leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette for herself, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled white smoke: "Cun Zhiwei, you know, I do all this just for one thing, that we can go back to the past. We are still each other's best friends, and we can go crazy and laugh together. I will no longer ask you to dye your hair colorfully, nor will I force you to have too much contact with those little brothers around me. You can still be a good girl in college. I won't force anything, I just hope that we can still be best friends who can talk about anything."
"We can talk about anything?" I thought it was a little ridiculous. "Since there is nothing to talk about, can you explain to me what happened to Prince Jia? Is a good friend someone who bullies the person I like without limit? Is a good friend someone who watches me feel sad and miserable because of his departure, and then says nothing? If so, isn't your concept of friends a little too narrow?"
"Cun Zhiwei!" she said angrily.
"Xiaoqi, we can't go back." I sighed, not wanting to argue with her anymore, "Just let go!"
"As long as you promise me, as long as we are still good friends, I can settle all the current right and wrong and let you continue to live freely in University A. Cun Zhiwei, just nod, just nod!" Ren Xiaoqi grabbed my arm, almost begging.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it." I said with determination.
"Really?" she asked again.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Cun Zhiwei, if we are not friends, then we can only be enemies. In this case, don't blame me for using tricks." Ren Xiaoqi's face began to become ferocious, and she suddenly shouted to the outside, "Come in!"
Two ruffian-looking men came over from not far away. When passing by the door, one of them kicked the wooden door and grinned, revealing his yellow teeth from long-term smoking.
When Ren Xiaoqi stepped back and left, two wretched men rushed up and pressed my hands against the wall without my resistance. I knew that the real misery was about to begin in this place where no one could get any help from me.
"Ren Xiaoqi, are you really going to do this to me?" I shouted at her back.
She didn't look back.
I looked at the direction where Ren Xiaoqi left in despair, and a tear slid down my left eye. It is said that tears from the left eye flow into the heart, but I saw our three-year relationship disappear in the wind .