Ye Qing's head was covered with black lines.
Damn! Why does it feel like she is bullying Ni Ruopan
"Classmate Ye, go first, don't worry about me... I'll be fine..." Ni Ruopan sniffed, but tears couldn't stop streaming down.
She shook Ye Qingluo's hand that was holding her, and wiped her tears with the other hand.
Ye Qingluo frowned even tighter.
Those students who were planning to leave stopped to watch the play.
"Tell me first, why are you crying?"
Ye Qingluo let go of Ni Ruopan's wrist, frowned and asked.
Ni Ruopan suppressed his crying, and wiped his tears fiercely: "I... I don't, I don't want to cry..."
"Can crying solve the problem? Will cowardice make those people sympathize with you? Are you happy to put yourself so humble?" Ye Qingluo directly interrupted her sobs, and asked successively like a bombardment.
Ni Ruopan wiped away his tears with his hands, and looked at Ye Qingluo with tear-filled eyes.
"No! No! You're not happy!" Ye Qingluo answered her own question word by word.
Immediately, she snorted coldly: "You cry, even if you cry to death here, no one will feel sorry for you. You are cowardly, and it will only make other people step on your head more unscrupulously, and in this way, you will not feel happy."
"I said before that no one is born a waste, unless you position yourself as a waste. Then... you told me before that if you want to become as strong as Tong Ziqing, you will be farting!"
Ni Ruopan's eyes widened in embarrassment, especially when he heard that Ye Qingluo had expressed his extravagant hopes in front of all the students, he was even more ashamed.
She even felt that all the students around her were laughing at her incompetence.
"Look, you don't even dare to admit your wish." Ye Qingluo snorted lightly, his eyes gradually turned cold, "You'll never be able to become a strong man like this."
Ye Qingluo had no interest in continuing to teach A Dou who couldn't afford it.
Life is what you choose.
If Ni Ruopan chooses to live a wasteful life, he has to pay the same price for his choice.
No one can change the state of mind of the weak.
Only she can come out by herself.
Ye Qingluo ignored Ni Ruopan and left the school straight away.
Behind him, the laughter of the students came to his ears.
Ni Ruopan's sobbing was faintly heard.
Ye Qingluo didn't look back, accepting such ridicule was Ni Ruopan's own choice.
There was nothing she could do.
She has made a corresponding return for Ni Ruopan's kindness to her.
She still has to walk the rest of the way by herself.
Ye Qingluo didn't stop, followed the way he came, and left the Devil's Squad.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the dormitory, Ye Qingluo moved his nose and smelled a familiar scent of incense powder.
Is there anyone in the dormitory
Both Mo Yueying and Liu Xiaoyu don't like to use face powder, and the smell...
A figure flashed through my mind.
Ye Qingluo pushed open the door immediately, and sure enough in the hall, she saw a woman sitting on a soft chair drinking tea.
On the woman's cold face, there was a sinister smile in her eyes.
"Liu Xueyue?"
Liu Xiaoyu, who had just stepped into the dormitory gate, had a smug smile on her face, but when she saw the woman, her expression changed drastically.
Liu Xiaoyu rushed to Ye Qingluo's side thumpingly: "Qingluo, why is she in our dormitory!"
Seeing Liu Xueyue, Liu Xiaoyu was extremely disgusted.
As the vice-chairman, he always pretends to be self-serving.
She hates such people the most.