My heart is already uncomfortable enough, and now he has to bother again.
"What do you want? There are endless calls, and I always make some calls in the middle of the night." My tone was quite bad, as if he owed me millions of dollars.
"What's the matter with you? It seems to be in a bad mood." Gong Mohan's voice sounded sober.
"What am I talking about? Everyone fell asleep in the middle of the night, what do you want to call?"
"I know, but I miss you." Gong Mohan said eloquently.
"That's your business, if there is nothing else, I will hang up first, I am very sleepy." When I talked, I also deliberately used laziness to talk to him, hoping that he could let me go.
But I was wrong, really wrong. Not only did he not let me go, but he also continued to talk to me.
"Meng'er, don't hang up, can you just talk to me? Please." In the end, Gong Mohan actually used the word beg of me. My heart has always been very soft, like a rich young master like him. Actually I still use the word beg. I think I have really encountered something sad, so I softened: "If you have anything to say, it's late now. I don't want to quarrel with my parents. Wake up. And I'm also very sleepy." I emphasized that I was sleepy again, and the purpose was to make him short.
"Are you so sleepy?" Gong Mohan's voice sounded, and it was obvious that I could feel his faint sadness.
"Well, so sleepy, it's too late, okay? What do you want to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" I still pretended to be sleepy on purpose and asked him.
"It's less than twelve o'clock, okay? I usually go to bed late." He spoke again eloquently.
I really admire him that he doesn't feel sleepy at all during the day when he goes to bed every night, but it's right to think about it. Students like him don't need to learn anything at all, and rely on the wealth of the family to think they are amazing.
Although I think so, I know that it is impossible to say such things.
Speak up and offend people.
"Oh, just talk about it, I'm really sleepy."
"Are you really that sleepy?" Gong Mohan might have heard that my voice was sleepy, so he asked again.
I thought about it for a while. If it weren't for his sad tone, I wouldn't be able to talk to him.
"Good pull, good pull, I will chat with you for a while, you can talk, I will listen." I pretended to be a little sober and answered him.
"Is it good to be my girlfriend? I really like you." Gong Mohan came again. I was really helpless. His words made me a little deer, but I calmed down for a while: "Gong Mo Han, let me beg you, okay, it’s impossible for us, and I don’t like you either. There are a lot of girls who like you. Why do you bother me?"
"I only like you, I don't like other girls." Gong Mohan's overbearing voice sounded.
"Well, just do whatever you want, and I won't speak anymore."
Maybe Gong Mohan was rejected by me again, he just laughed twice and never talked on this topic again.
After chatting with him, I also felt more and more sleepy, and I forgot the expressions of my mother before.
"Menger..."
When I was almost asleep when I was called by him, I was shocked: "Huh?" I responded in a dazed manner.
"Don't sleep, can you talk to me for a while?"
"Well, tell me, I'll listen." This time I was really sleepy.
"Why can't you say yes to me?"
"Yeah." I answered, and I couldn't even hear what he was saying.
"Are you asleep?" Gong Mohan's voice sounded again.
I answered: "Yeah."