By the window in the back row—Gong Jin's cage.
Gong Jin looked at Pang Jiao's burly, imposing body at the desk in front of him. She almost completely blocked his view, cutting him off from the entire world, and he could not help feeling how small he was.
Was she blocking my view? No, she was blocking my freedom!
Gong Jin called out, "Wang Yong!"
Seeing the gratitude on Gong Jin's face, Wang Yong felt that, in that instant, all his suffering had been worth it!
Indeed, no amount of eating, drinking, and having fun could compare to seeing true feelings in adversity. And now, were he and Gong Jin not sharing hardship together?
Pang Jiao blocked out the sun, yet she herself became the guiding light in Wang Yong's life.
I have no regrets! Wang Yong thought gratefully.
He said solemnly, "Jin Ge, no matter when, I'll stand with you!"
At that moment, his words were filled with sincerity, stripped of much worldly self-interest.
Like two travelers huddling together for warmth before a campfire.
The bell rang, waking Wang Yong and Gong Jin from their mutual huddle for warmth.
Gong Jin hurriedly left his seat and went outside to breathe some fresh air. His lungs needed cleansing.
Lin Zida and Zhuang Jianhui from Class 1 came over together. "Jin Ge, I heard your class changed seats. Where are you sitting?"
As Lin Zida spoke, he tried to crane his neck to look into the classroom.
Gong Jin cared most about saving face. If his friends found out how miserable he was...
He moved like lightning, shifting his body to the side and blocking Lin Zida's line of sight.
Gong Jin said calmly, "It's fine. You know me—wherever I sit makes little difference."
As he spoke, he slung an arm