Zhang Huizhu stood up with his hands on the ground, raised his hands to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at Xiao Shijing,
"In this case, I will tell you that it is not unfair to receive a few punches from you. After all, Jiujiu just broke up with you on the phone that day, and we have been together since then."
Xiao Shijing clenched his fists, his fingertips dug into his palms, and stared at Zhang Hui fiercely.
Zhang Hui mocked: "Don't you understand yet? Why doesn't she see you? Can you get through the phone? I've been standing downstairs in her house calling her so many times. Has she ever come out?"
At this time, the rain started to pour heavily, and the wind blew through the cold air. These words were like a knife, piercing into his heart mercilessly. It really hurt!
"I don't believe she can't do it," Xiao Shijing shouted upstairs again,
"Shi Jiujiu, come down. If this is really the case, say it in front of me! Shi Jiujiu!"
"Don't believe it?" Zhang Hui interrupted and suddenly came closer.
"Do you need me to make it more clear? Jiujiu has two symmetrical small black moles on her chest. So, how do you think I know?"
After the words fell, Xiao Shijing finally couldn't hold on any longer, shook his body, and suddenly grabbed Zhang Hui's collar. His Adam's apple surged up and down. In the end, he couldn't say even a single word. He let go of Zhang Hui and turned around to leave.
The rain pillars were flying all over the sky, like thousands of sharp arrows shooting at him rapidly, unstoppable and infinitely powerful. The landscape of the green belt on the roadside was struggling, desperately grabbing the soil and making a last-ditch effort; Xiao Shijing suddenly started running, as if escaping from the heavy rain. He thought that he and Shi Jiujiu had still made it this far.
Concept: Youthful struggle, beautiful campus romance