Chapter 89: You Are My Only Warmth

  What a bunch of lunatics! Almost twitching at the corners of their mouths, they're walking so fast. Can't stand these women, what are they thinking in their heads? What's with this throwing away or not throwing away business... And I'm not even gay (although Mingyue is a guy), let alone would I ever consider dating someone like Mingyue who's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Lazy

  Just walking along, a tomato suddenly flew towards me. I immediately raised my hand and casually brushed it off in another direction, smashing it onto the trunk of some poor tree.

  As soon as his line of sight moved, he saw that white-skinned, jade-like mixed-blooded young master He Lan storming over with a furious expression: "Why are you together with this shameless woman?! What right do you have to have other friends?!"

  A bead of sweat appeared on my forehead, and just as I was about to say something, Mingyue snatched the words away: "What a shameless woman! I'm Xiao Cha's favorite woman, you know. Little brother, are you jealous?"

  "What...what a vinegar eater, I despise her, she actually kissed me, a girl, how shameless!" The child's face immediately turned iron blue with anger as soon as he heard Mingyue's words.

  I furrowed my brow and lightly interrupted their argument: "He Lian, young master, who I associate with has nothing to do with you."

  The child's face looked even more unpleasant... stubbornly shouted at me: "Of course it has something to do with you!"

  From now on, I won't let any of your friends off! I...I definitely won't let them live in peace at this school. Anyone who offends me, He Lan, will definitely die a terrible death!"

  Before he could finish speaking, I took a step forward and stood in front of him. In an instant, I reached out and grabbed his neck: "How you want to deal with me is none of my concern. But let me remind you of one thing first - if it involves the friends around me... I will definitely make you know what hell is."

  Perhaps his grip was slightly tighter, He Lan's face turned pale and a bit purple, and a thin layer of sweat slid down from his forehead. (The paleness was due to my scare, the purpleness was due to my pinch)

  The other students standing around were all stunned and couldn't move, watching with wide eyes as I pinched their young master.

  Mingyue did not expect me to suddenly lose my temper so badly, and felt a bit awkward trying to ease the atmosphere: "Little, little Cha... he was just joking."

  My originally cold eyes suddenly returned, and I loosened my hand to push He Lan back a step. He didn't stand firm and directly fell to the ground. His slender hands seemed to still be trembling, and his originally bright, jade-like eyes now didn't even dare to lift up once...

  Just now... just now... she wanted to kill me.

  I furrowed my brow and rubbed my forehead: "Sorry." Then, without looking back, I left Mingyue behind and walked towards the villa... This is the second time, the second time I had such an impulse to get angry. The first time was in the art building when that gentle but sinister person led me into the snake room, and I vented my anger by breaking all the snakes in the house; The second time was just now... Although I knew that child was just joking, although I knew it was impossible for him to hurt my friends, I still couldn't help but get angry. Is it because I've been too tired lately? It seems like I really need a good rest.

  "Xiao Cha, Xiao Cha... wait for me!" The soft and delicate voice still echoed behind me (which he himself had put on), followed by the sound of him stumbling and running to catch up with me, half-jokingly teasing me... Xiao Cha was so fierce just now! Xiao Cha, I thought you were going to take someone's life earlier. Your serious face is really scary, don't do that again, okay? Xiao Cha, have you eaten dinner yet? Let's go eat dinner...

  The sound gradually faded away, and He Lan was still sitting on the ground, not yet recovering from the shock earlier. A faint red mark had already been left on his pale neck, a mark left by that girl... as if she wanted to strangle him to death, a cursed mark. Those people who hate me... must also want to do the same, strangling my neck and hoping I would die.

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  Tears unexpectedly slid down from the corners of my eyes... From the time I became aware, from knowing that because of my own misbehavior everyone around me disliked me, I had not cried again. Even when I occasionally fell down, even when I occasionally got hurt, no one was willing to come over and help me up. So I taught myself not to cry, not to cry when falling down, not to cry when getting hurt, not to cry when sick, not to cry when afraid, not to cry when fearful, not to cry when lonely...

  But...

  But still cried...

  I don't care how you deal with me. But let me warn you, if it involves my friends around me... I will definitely make you know what hell is.

  That's what she said to me, that girl who was like the wind, always surrounded by a bright light, as if many twinkling stars were following and accompanying her. When I first saw her, I thought, if only I could be friends with her... it would definitely make me happy. It would definitely, definitely make me happy. Being so close to that girl, even though she had an impatient expression on her face, but never showed any dislike, treating her friends with such gentleness, always... so gentle and warm.

  I want to talk to her, I want to go and greet her. But these things I don't know how to do, no one has ever taught me how to do them, no one has ever taught me how to make friends. From the past, I have always been arrogant, bullying those weak people, making them listen to my orders, because of fear of loneliness, so they are always by my side. As long as I bully them, they will come to me obediently, listening to my words. But... only she is different, no matter how I bully her, how I intimidate her, she can remain unmoved and even respond lightly... To her, I am the weak one, I am not worth mentioning.

  When I was hit by the pumpkin she threw back, I really wanted to cry and tell people around me that it hurt, it really hurt. When blood started flowing down, I got very scared, scared that I might die, maybe the bleeding would get worse and worse until I died.

  When she walked up to me, I thought she was going to scold me like those people, saying I had no manners and that I was being willful... But she didn't. She just gently lifted her hand and stroked my head...

  Does it hurt?

  Does it hurt...?

  It was a very light sentence, but it made all my fear and terror disappear instantly.