"Sorry."
Zhao Luzheng apologized instinctively.
He knew his regrets would make Zhou Yao uncomfortable.
Even though it was all in the past.
Even though Zhou Yao himself was the one who'd suffered the most.
"No, no."
Zhou Yao hurriedly waved his hands.
"It's nice to have someone to talk to about these old memories."
"Although at first, I did feel a little unlucky."
"Why did I have to run into my class monitor?"
After all, admitting his failure face-to-face was embarrassing and humiliating.
"But now I think it's lucky that I ran into you, Class Monitor."
If God had to arrange for him to meet one of his middle school classmates, the class monitor was the best choice.
If he'd run into anyone else, he might not have said so much.
After all, the class monitor had always been far more outstanding than him.
He didn't feel competitive toward the class monitor.
But if it had been anyone else in the class, he would have compared himself to them.
He probably wouldn't have been so open about his failure.
That was just how people were.
Was it fair to call it "picking on the weak and fearing the strong"?
They nitpicked over people who were about their own level.
But they didn't mind when it came to someone they could only "hope to catch a glimpse of from behind."
Zhao Luzheng didn't quite understand what Zhou Yao meant.
Was he saying that he was a good person?
Well.
He did think he'd done a good job as class monitor in middle school.
It seemed he'd left Zhou Yao with a good impression.
Zhou Yao happened to glance at the time on his watch, then gave a slight start. "It's already this late?"
"Sorry, Class Monitor. I've