Wen Zhaoye's senses were also very busy today.
Wen Zhaoye, a wild king whose name sounds like Wen Run Zhaohe, is actually a lifelong VIP hostage kidnapped by the five senses - her nervous system is staging a "silent chaos" every day.
Her ears are inferior radars bought from the second-hand market, and their ability to collect invalid information is off the charts:
· The faint sigh of the clouds passing by outside the window and the air.
· And the sad process of digesting a tea egg in the stomach of my deskmate.
· I can hear the sighs of the classmates in the front row as their mascara clumps together.
· Can analyze whether the class teacher drank oolong tea or green tea today, and his mood index when making tea.
· I also express my deep condolences for the piece of braised pork that fell from the hands of the aunt in the canteen 30 meters away.
In this noisy campus that makes her want to install a silent sponge on the whole world, her life creed is: seal the tsunami in her heart with a paralyzed face, and try her best to act like an ordinary classmate who is "just half a beat slow to react."
Until I met the enemy who looked like the "human mute button" who became a spirit, Lu Yiming.
One day, when she was thinking about the lonely fate of a fallen leaf outside the window, a calm comment came from beside her: "Are you addicted to drama again? That leaf is just retiring normally, and its medical insurance is fully paid."
Wen Zhaoye: "You!!!"
Now, Wen Zhaoye's daily task has been updated: while trying not to cry because the lead of the automatic pencil is broken, she also has a battle of wits and courage with this guy who seems to have installed a monitor in her brain.
However, as she got to know more and more people, she, who was highly sensitive, found that the only one worthy of her firm choice seemed to be herself...
I dedicate this document to all highly sensitive and kind-hearted people.
Concept: The world is too noisy, and the winners have to hide. (Wen Zhaoye version)