After the basketball league final in the morning, the Xigao Games came to an end, with only the last club competition left, with highlights such as the Kendo Competition.

Of course, this is all afternoon.

At noon that day, this was probably the quietest time of Xigao this week.

After 5 days of high-intensity competition, the students' energy has been exhausted. Regardless of whether they have the habit of taking a nap or not, they are resting in the dormitory at this time.

Although I didn't do much in the future, I was worried about various competitions and was exhausted. Now I was lying in the office for naps, motionless, like a corpse.

Girls dormitory, dormitory 312.

Before everyone took a nap, Caotang received an anonymous gift.

It is said to be anonymous, but you can actually guess who it is by looking at the things inside.

It contains the gold medal of the basketball league championship and a letter with a simple content, with only one line of words that hope you will go home as soon as possible.

In the eyes of most Xigao students, Garlic Sugar does not belong to Class 14. She is simple, cute and has a very high IQ. She is simply born to exist as a legendary top class.

I'm afraid only she, the classmates in Class 14, and in the future, will think that she should stay in Class 14.

Wenhao sent out a gold medal that was better than others and the letter, which implied that the meaning of sugar transfer was already very obvious.

But Caotang is worthy of being the first natural person in the school. She really thought Wenhao meant to ask her to "get home early" today, so she called Sha Lianghai directly, "Hey, Dad~ Can you come to pick me up early today? I don't know, a senior wrote me a letter asking me to go home early. Maybe he looked at the weather forecast and thought it would rain in the evening."

After making the phone call, she glanced at the gold medal in the gift box. She thought about it and prepared to find time to return it to Wenhao. Now that she had lunch break, she put the gold medal and letter on the table and went to bed by herself.

The girls in the same dormitory have been cheerleading teams in the class these days, and their hard work is second only to the players on the field. They are all very tired, and they feel dizzy and fall asleep as soon as they touch the pillow after taking a shower.

In the darkness, Ye Nai, who was on the sugar, opened his eyes, like a awakened lone wolf.

She stood up silently, got out of bed, and glanced at the letter of sugar on the table, and the gold medal.

When she identified Wenhao's handwriting, she felt extremely anxious in her heart, and her body felt cold and hot, and her mind was dizzy, and she didn't even notice that she unconsciously bit her lower lip.

She was unwilling to give up, really unwilling to give up.

Why do I have given so much sincerity but I can't get any response and be humiliated in public

But sugar is not done, just sit quietly in the classroom and you can win the favor of your seniors

Unfair.

Ye Nai stared at the sleeping sugar, his mind was constantly intertwined with what Wenhao said, and the reason in his pupils was collapsing bit by bit.

If it wasn't her

If it weren't for her

If she doesn't exist

The anxious throbbing made Ye Nai's blood rush. She saw a knife on the table. It was a paper-cutting knife that Cao Suan usually used to do wrong questions. It was extremely sharp and cut paper like mud. You can cut blood vessels by sticking it on the skin and pulling it gently.

If she doesn't exist

Under the manic subconscious, Yena picked up the knife, pushed the button with her slender fingers. The sharp blade was like a beast showing its fangs, emitting a sharp cold light in the refraction of the light.

If she disappears in the world

There must be no obstacle

The blade slowly moved towards Caotang's neck, and the cold light kept refracting on her face, as if she wanted to tear the porcelain-like skin into blood.

The sugar in her sleeping heart was not aware of the danger approaching at all, and was still immersed in her dream, shrouded in the cold light.

Just as the blade was about to touch her neck, she moved her little head, murmured softly, stretched out her hand in a daze, and just caught Ye Nai's wrist.

The sugar in the sleeping heart is quiet and sweet, and the slender eyelashes are shaking from time to time on her face, just like a black butterfly that lives in summer. She whispers in a gentle sleep, like a deer whispering, "Dad, let's play with me?"

Suddenly, Ye Nai trembled like an electric shock. The memories of her childhood that had been lonely came to her face. The familiar and unfamiliar figures of her parents were intertwined and changed, gathering into a warm picture that only appeared in her dreams.

The haze that enveloped her heart dissipated in an instant, and the cold sweat that had survived the disaster was also overflowing from her forehead.

Only then did she realize how terrible it was to have the impulse thoughts just now for the sake of an impossible person, or even someone who didn't even take him seriously.

Fortunately, the devil is just temporarily bewitching his mind and will never appear.

Ye Nai put the knife back, gently put the sugar's little hand, put it into the quilt, pulled the quilt to prevent it from catching a cold, and finally kissed her gently on her face, murmured "I'm sorry"

She put on her shoes, picked up the wooden knife in the corner, and walked silently out the door.

After leaving the dormitory, she walked through the quiet campus in a daze. Perhaps she was used to it, but she could no longer feel the piercing pain at that time. She just hugged the bamboo sword to the back garden bridge, facing the slowly flowing stream.

The autumn sun at noon was extremely warm, shining on the stream beside the bridge, but it failed to illuminate her heart.

Since the third grade of elementary school, the bamboo sword in my hand has been with me for 7 years.

This is an interest that was discovered by accident. Just like many boys accidentally watched an episode of Slam Dunk on TV on demand, and basketball blossomed into their entire youth.

The same is true for this bamboo sword. It accompanied Ye Nai to sweat and spend the difficult years without his parents. Even when he was sleeping, he had to hold it and speak softly to it to have a sense of security.

Later, when she grew up, she became accustomed to loneliness. It didn’t matter whether she had parents to accompany her. It was given a new support - gaining recognition from her seniors.

Day after day, I slashed in the back mountain without any trouble, without any obstacles, as if even the dusk sunset was torn apart by a sword blade.

Looking back on those hard-working days, it is really simple and funny.

These times ended on the cold Monday, no longer the same as before. She no longer needed company or rely on.

It’s good to be alone, you won’t be moved or hurt.

The mission of this sword is over.

Farewell to old friend

Ye Nai raised his hand and was about to throw the bamboo sword into the stream to let it go with the flow quietly. Suddenly, a nervous shout came from the bushes, "Ah!!! My blood, what are you doing??!!"

Lu Yan rushed out with a dirt face. Judging from the grass leaves on his body, he must have been observing in secret for a long time.

He didn't dare to get too close, and nervously dissuaded, "This sword has been with you for so many years, do you have no feelings for it?"

In silence, Ye Nai's lips curled up a curve of self-deprecating. She easily opened her hand and allowed the bamboo sword that she had been with her for 7 years to fall into the stream and disappear. She turned around and left, "I don't need it anymore."
Chapter completed!