Pantomime [Short Story]

[Identity disparity×double academic master×be] "Secret love is just a huge pantomime," Meng Zhi admitted personally. Scene one: Xiao Jinghe stood opposite Meng Zhi. The emotions he exuded were unpredictable. He said word by word: "I have never liked you." Meng Zhi looked hard into Xiao Jinghe's eyes, trying to find evidence that he was lying. Xiao Jinghe spoke again. "I didn't like it before, and I won't like it in the future. Do you understand?" Meng Zhi shook her head in disbelief, tears falling with silent heartbreak. In the past four years of liking Xiao Jinghe, Meng Zhi was always lucky enough to stand beside him, enjoying every conversation with him as a classmate. And these opportunities were all given to her by Xiao Jinghe himself. She is not greedy, nor can she be greedy. Just appearing as Xiao Jinghe's classmate has already expended a lot of energy... Meng Zhi: "I always feel that I am very lucky, but God is always joking with me, because he has never liked me." (There is something wrong with the label of the work, this is an abusive article)