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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.[/hide]

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Chapter 8

Every time I found a new girlfriend, I would always set my heart on being good to her, but it would always end in a breakup. Each of my girlfriends said that there wasn’t any sort of sweetness being with me, I wasn’t romantic and there wasn’t a tad bit of that abnormal craziness in our love. They didn’t know that it’s only in front of the person I truly liked would I would be abnormal and go crazy from being blinded by love. I often wrote him letters, I never narrated events, I only expressed my emotions. I guessed that no one other than us could understand those letters. Sometimes it was to beg for his forgiveness, sometimes it was to go the long way round and hint that I liked him, other times I wrote some ordinary words. However, not one of these letters were delivered, I knew that everything I did would be useless but if I didn’t do it then I couldn’t relieve my inner pain. I placed those letters somewhere, I wanted them to be a secret that belonged to myself.

In the Winter holidays of my second year of university, the two classes from our high school joined together to organise a student reunion. When the teacher called me, my emotions were very complicated. I knew what I was looking forward to and what I was afraid of. I coincidentally heard that he went home but wouldn’t be attending the reunion. I was very disappointed and said I wouldn’t be going either. The teacher really did have patience and called me multiple times again, I thought I couldn’t just make the teacher lose face so I ended up going that day.

Inside the very big singing hall, a lot of people started to cheer as soon as I walked in. “Didn’t you say you weren’t going to come?! So you did end up giving us face!” Wang XiaoYong’s voice in particular resounded loudly in my ear.

I chatted with them while having a look at everyone. I believed that the moment I saw Li ZhenYun, his surprise couldn’t have been inferior to mine. His face had originally carried a slight smile, but that smile instantly froze and his complexion became pale. I don’t know what weird expression my face turned into either.

Luckily that day everyone was extremely excited, no one even noticed. I exchanged a few conventional greetings with some students I didn’t keep much in touch with and then fell unusually silent. A few instances I secretly gave him the elevators, he sat in the corner silently by himself as if he was thinking about something. He was skinnier than what I remembered him to be and a bit more handsome. Actually, I had thought of his face and all his expressions countless times. Today, the real person was before me yet it felt somewhat unreal. I felt as though my imagination was so poor, everything I imagined about him was actually not what it was in reality. He just sat there in a place that was only a few metres away from me yet I felt as if it was so distant. Clearly I could touch him with a reach of my hands but it felt like an entire world lay between us.

Wang XiaoYong and the others raved through all sorts of songs, everyone else was also fighting to steal the microphone. In the end, probably because only he and I hadn’t sang, the people who were scared of not being able to steal the microphone at first, were now tired from singing and started to pay attention to us.[/hide]