Chapter 8

Every time I find a new girlfriend, she strikes good, but it always ends up for a division. Each of my girlfriends said I had no sweetness. I am not romantic, in our love it was not a bit of this rare madness. They did not know that I really liked the fact that I suffered and proudly loved that it was at the front. I often wrote a letter to him, I never talked about the event, I just expressed a feeling. I do not believe anyone can understand this letter. Sometimes it looked for pardon, sometimes when I was away, I liked the hints, sometimes I wrote the usual words. However, none of these letters arrived. I knew that everything I did was wasting, but I had to do, I could not relieve the pain inside. I put these letters anywhere, I wanted them to be secret. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

In the second year of college winter holidays, our two universities grouped and organized a student association. When my teacher called me, my feelings were very complicated. I knew what I was afraid of what I expected. At the same time, I heard he went home, but he never met him again. I was very disappointed and said I did not want it. The teacher really had patience and again called me. At last I was the same day when I thought that my teacher not only caused my face to be lost.

In a very large Kabuki room, as soon as I walked many people began to be glad. Did you say ‘did you say that you would come?’ After all, we have given us a face! Wang Xiao Yong made a loud voice.

I saw everyone and talked with them. At the moment, when I saw Lee Zhen Yun, I think his surprise was less than me. At first his face smiled slightly, but the smile soon froze and his face awoke. I do not know how my face changed.

Fortunately, today everyone is very excited. I exchanged some of my regular greetings with the students who did not stand and then were silent in unusual way. When I sent the elevator secretly, he sat silently in the corner as if he thought something. He looked better than what I thought, and he was a little more beautiful. Indeed, his face and expression are considered again and again. Today, the real person advanced me, but I felt it was not a bit realistic. I felt my imagination was very bad. What I imagined was not that really. He sat a few meters away from me, but I felt it was far away. Of course I could touch him by hand, but the whole world seemed to lie between us.

Wang XiaoYong and all other types of songs were searched and all others fought to steal microphones. Before all, those who feared not able to turn on microphones, because they did not sing with him and I was tired of singing and began to pay attention to us. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.