Friday morning self-study.
At the back of Class 8, the Four Great Connected Seats had one empty spot.
Only three outstanding men remained.
Shan Kaiquan, reciting Classical Chinese in the front row, occasionally looked back with a pitying smile on his face.
Last night, Nan Bro had sent his online boyfriend a hundred messages in a row, saying "I don't believe it!" countless times.
Yet all he got in return was being blocked and deleted from his friends list.
That night, Nan Bro had been hurt.
With red-rimmed eyes, he went to the School Field and sat there all night.
The School Field connected to the back gate of No.4 Middle School, and several stray dogs kept Nan Bro company through the night.
Shan Kaiquan's feelings were strange now. He sympathized with him, but he also could not help wanting to laugh.
Nan Bro is really too pathetic.
Online dating never ends well. Dating in real life is still more reliable.
Shan Kaiquan was a man who liked to keep things real.
He sighed. There are still two weeks until Sports Day begins.
Next, it'll be my turn to put on a show. I'll demonstrate to Nan Bro what a true Casanova is.
Morning self-study ended.
Hu Jun went to the front row. "Kaiquan, let's go to the cafeteria. We can bring Nan Bro a cup of Hulatang while we're at it."
Last night, Hu Jun had gone to the School Field to keep Nan Bro company, and Shan Kaiquan had followed along. Hu Jun did not have enough energy to last the night and left at two.
Shan Kaiquan, on the other hand, did not return until four.
As for Nan Bro himself, he pushed open the dorm door after six and collapsed onto his bed, falling soundly