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Does it really matter?

Friend T is in the Good Friend Team, what a irony thing this is for the Wings Group... It's like a partner who used to talk about everything, and now joins the bullying team.

I thought of the countless "likes" that I crossed off on the paper after my friend left on Wednesday. If I want this emotion, what is the difference between me and my friend who abandoned responsibility?

It will definitely be nothingness. Because I have no friends like my friend a. Whether it is responsibilities or ideals, I am all alone.

The students who were on the same school as their friend were all in an uproar.

"It has become the worst result," said Miss Ah Qing, "Then there is no need to watch this game anymore."

Seeing that I had no reaction when I heard this, Prajna turned around and said, "I can lend you my shoulders."

The feeling of emptiness that was alone, as if the loneliness that did not exist in this world was immediately dispelled.

I took back the phone I was shooting: "Does Prajna classmate want to see me crying?"

"I think!" Miss Aqing stood behind me at some point, "When Xiao Azi cried, it really makes people feel sorry for her."

"Evil..." Prajna couldn't help but tremble, "It's obvious that she looks good when she smiles, but Miss Aqing's taste is too bad."

Seeing that the two of them were about to arguish, I interrupted them: "Is this kind of thing really OK to tell me in front of me?"

Miss Aqing snorted: "Little A Zi, when will we leave?"

“Eh?”

"That's right...when will you leave?" Prajna yawned, "I want to go back and make up for my sleep."

"Prajna classmate wants to go back, then go back." I smiled and said, "I want to wait until the end of this game."

"You want to ask your friend, right?" Prajna looked at me and asked.

“…”

"There will not be any result. Those people will only reveal everything when they want to say it. Even if you ask at this time, you will not get anything. What's more, you are not the only one of their friends." Prajna's eyes were a bit meaningful.

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Wednesday night, at home.

"Do you like that person?" asked, "Is your face so powerful that the lotus in the bottle poked the bottle and sat in front of my desk.

"like?"

"It's the one who gave you lotus flowers."

"How is that possible?" I lay on the bed and turned over, "Where do I have time to like someone?"

Facial spiritual energy didn't answer anymore. I was a little curious, so I turned over and saw her standing by my bed: "You are lying."

I looked at her eyes without any slight tide and sat up: "I understand, I like it."

"You lie." She continued to refute me.

“…”

"Put the lotus in that child's room, it will be good for the child." Facial spiritual energy paused, "Also, that child named Xiaoyuan is not worthy of trust."

After saying that, she disappeared.

I looked at the lotus flowers with white petals exposed on the desk under the moonlight, and I couldn't say what it felt. So I took the flower to Lin's room. When I returned to my room, I met Xiaoyuan who was going down the stairs.

"Ah, Ah Zi, I'm going to talk to you about something these days!" Xiaoyuan hurriedly ran down and fell in the middle.

"Thank you to me quickly!" Xiaoyuan seemed very anxious.

I could only walk over and give her hand. Xiaoyuan grabbed my right wrist and immediately her face collapsed: "Ah, it disappeared..."

I felt a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Xiaoyuan got up from the ground and looked at me and hurriedly avoided: "No... nothing."

"Well...If that's the case, go and rest."

"No...A Zi, there is something I want to tell you." Xiaoyuan seemed a little stammered, "I might have to leave here for a while."

"Travel?" I asked, "or go home?"

"There are both...but Rin..."

"It's okay, I'll handle it."

"Ah, that... I have already told Senior Taohua that I will leave for about two weeks. I will definitely come back in two weeks!" Xiaoyuan showed me a familiar smile, "This time, I will leave Xiao Hei here."

"Thank you, Xiaoyuan."

"No...I..." She showed a very embarrassed expression.

In an instant, I thought of what I said just now, but soon, I smiled and said, "It's okay, don't worry Xiaoyuan."

“…Well, I get it.”

-

Two days after the ball game, I came back from the cafe at noon and received a text message from Miss Aqing.

"Miss Aqing

Xiao Azi, I will go on a business trip with Mr. Lu Zhi this week. But I am really worried about you, so Mr. Lu Zhi asked another person to take care of your safety."

It's really not going well... I'm actually going on a business trip at this time...

I looked at the line where there was no news, so I threw down my phone, lay directly on the sofa, and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up again, it was already evening. The house was quiet, without Lin's noise, nor did Xiao Yuan usually speak.

Everything is so unnatural.

"No... I have to find a target for myself." I patted my face, so I planned to see if I could write a story these days.

However, there was no clue on this day.

Compared with the usual lively, my life is very calm. I have never paid attention to it either my friend T or my friend A. They may have long forgotten about insignificant characters like me. For my friend T, I am just a small node in his interpersonal network, and I can't even participate in his affairs with my friend A.

That Wednesday afternoon, I never told my guesses to my friend a. My heart was shaken at that time. I knew that my friend t belonged to me, and I showed jealousy for my friend who was able to accompany my friend t all the time.

Why isn’t I by his side? When I think about this, my friend’s responsibility and spirit of the overall situation made me feel ashamed.

Friend T is not an ordinary person at all. Even if he goes to the Shansing Team to shape Friend A into the hero in his heart, he does much better than an insignificant person like me.

Saturday's events also proved my guess. Because I know that he is similar to me. He hopes that his friend can do things, that is, the same mood as what I hope he can do.

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Thursday night, cafe.

"Oh?" asked the shopkeeper Mao sitting on the bar, "Has A Zi's personality changed?"

"It's not because of that reason at all. That guy's face was pale these days and he couldn't hide his makeup." Taohua sighed, "This made her change her style. But she's just a clothes rack, and it seems that everything is suitable for wearing."

"But that look obviously a sign of a broken heart?" The shopkeeper of the cat used a silver spoon to lightly evenly the coffee in the cup, "Didn't you see that?"

"But that guy didn't say anything." Onitsuka Kuro packed his tools and leaned on the table and said, "But then, who would like to be so serious about her?"

"Brother--" Onitsuka Shiraki was a little helpless.

"When it comes to A Zi, I'm a little curious." Baimu, who had packed up, sat in front of the bar, "The shopkeeper Mao chose her before the beginning. Was it Mr. Baihu's instructions?"

The shopkeeper finished drinking the remaining little coffee in the cup and handed it to the Star Bear Boy who came to collect the cup: "But it seems that it is not a bad thing now, isn't it?"

"A Zi is a good boy." Sakura took off the apron and placed it on the cabinet.

"Hmph, but I've heard that she's killed someone." Zhuiyue was a little dissatisfied, "Is it really good to recruit such people?"

"Hey?!" Rihe, who was sitting next to the shopkeeper, shouted, "Really?"

"Really." Aji handed the phone to Hikaru, "but he was finally acquitted with self-defense."

The shopkeeper saw that most of the people came over, and then got off the chair and walked towards the kitchen.

The Star Bear Boy just took off his apron: "Master Manager? What else do you have?"

"Isn't that kid really a monster?"

The Star Bear boy paused: "No."

The shopkeeper nodded but did not continue to speak.

"But it is not ruled out that guy will have any accidents." The boy from Xingxiong opened his eyes slightly, "The Monster Bureau has not yet given detailed data judgments, so it is not easy for us to disclose them here. However, you really care about that guy."

The cat shopkeeper then reached out and rubbed his face: "I am a cat who recognizes his master very much."

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It's Saturday morning.

The Russian-style waltz echoed in the room - because he was not in a good mood these days, he replaced the "Soft Plate" before the ringtone of the phone with Shostakovic's "Second Waltz".

The consciousness was blurred, my eyes couldn't open, and the soreness penetrated into every inch of my muscles. However, the phone rang for a long time, as if I wanted me to answer it even though I wanted to die.

My tired body and mind could not bear the pleasure brought by the supposedly elegant and beautiful waltz. I just wanted to turn off my phone, and then fell into a dream with a soft pillow. I finally forced my eyes to open my eyes and subconsciously raised my hand to cover my forehead.
To be continued...