Quick Wear: The Stupid Beauty is Forced to Become a Heartthrob

Chapter 156: The Spectator and the Invisible Man 6: The Girl Who Is Completely the Opposite of Me

When the teacher came to class, I listened absent-mindedly. Anyway, no one cared whether I was listening or not.

I drew many incomprehensible symbols on the draft paper. When I thought that he might be in love, I couldn't help but want to cry. I had to keep writing on the paper: I must be strong.

By the time the bell rang, I had already filled the page with dense writing.

……

I spent the whole day absent-mindedly, and only woke up and packed my schoolbag when everyone in the classroom had left.

When I finally managed to go out, I found that the route I took led to his class.

Alas, habits die hard.

Let this be the last time. Anyway, I have no chance now and I won’t run into him. I will restrain myself in the future.

Before I reached their classroom, I heard noises coming from inside. Is anyone still there?

I didn't care. When I got closer, I could hear it more clearly. It was a sweet and soft girl acting coquettishly. Her voice made people feel soft.

"Don't be angry, okay? Please, please, please, please!"

The tone is so gentle that even I feel better when I hear it. No one should be able to resist it, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but fantasize a little selfishly, if I were not myself, but a girl like this, would my life be different?

Just as I was thinking this, a familiar voice said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

My heart skipped a beat. I've been hearing this voice for three years, how could I not remember it?

Maybe I was possessed at this moment, and I continued to move forward uncontrollably. Sure enough, I saw the person who had been bothering me for several days.

He stood with a slender figure, and a girl hugged his waist dependently and rubbed her in his arms. He also reached out and rubbed the girl's head with a slight smile on his lips.

I froze in place.

Is this still his usual self? In the past three years, I have never seen him with such an expression. Last time at the barbecue restaurant, was he smiling like that because he was thinking of her?

My heart seemed to have turned into pieces of glass, which shattered into pieces with the slightest touch.

The girl rubbed her face delicately and inadvertently revealed it. I saw it clearly. It was not at all ugly as they said. It was a face that no one could fail to remember. Even from such a distance I could see that her skin was as white as snow and as transparent as jade, and her facial features were impeccably beautiful.

That's someone who is completely opposite to me.

No wonder, the two of them are really a perfect match.

Even though I was thinking this in my heart, I couldn't stop crying. I walked out of the campus step by step like a robot. I even felt that there was no need for me to live.

What is the meaning of life?

Is it being forgotten over and over again? Forgotten by parents, forgotten by friends, forgotten by the person you like?

I don't seem to deserve love.

I walked to the bridge unknowingly, and looked down to see the rushing water.

If life cannot be remembered, what about death?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it the scent of osmanthus. I suddenly woke up. There was only water and cars passing by the bridge. Where were the osmanthus flowers? How could I smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers without them?

The wind slowly wrapped around me. How should I describe it? It was as if a transparent person was hugging me. The wind gradually became quieter and it seemed to be crying softly.

I seemed to be comforted. I squatted down on the bridge full of vehicles and cried, whispering constantly, telling about the pain I had suffered over the years.

The wind must be very sad too, as it was getting louder and louder, and the arc that hugged me was getting tighter and tighter.

Maybe I have hallucinations, but that’s okay, that’s my salvation.

****September 9, Friday, the weather was cloudy.

I came to the barbecue restaurant again.

Although I think very clearly in my heart, it is not so easy to let go of someone. Over the past three years, liking him has become my habit. Give me some time, I can slowly forget him.

If no one takes an order from me, I will pull the waiter over. If no one serves me food, I will keep urging them. This is the only way I can have a peaceful meal. But my purpose is not to eat, but just to see him again.

He was still the same as usual, moving between the guests, but these days, the impatience between his eyebrows seemed to be much less, and instead he showed a slight relaxation, which must be due to his love.

I knew very well that he was in a relationship, but I still stared at him like a slave, finding every move pleasing to the eye.

The surroundings were very noisy. A girl who had been lowering her head at the front desk raised her head, revealing a pretty and innocent face, and whispered something to him. He smiled and scratched her nose, then went to the kitchen. The girl also had a happy look on her face.

I had some difficulty breathing and watched the interaction between the two people in a self-masochistic manner.

Will she work with him in the future?

The girl was indeed blind as they said. Her big, pretty but lifeless eyes had a hollow look that made people feel distressed.

Soon he was seen coming out from the kitchen with a bowl of egg fried rice. The girl looked very familiar with him and it must be not his first time here.

She should have been here during the days I was away.

The girl must have been full halfway through her meal, so she called out his name naturally. He immediately put down what he was doing, went over, gently wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then ate the rest of her meal before continuing to work.

After watching the whole thing, I felt extremely stuffy in my chest, as if I was soaking in an endless ocean. The water pressure kept pressing on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.

A scent of osmanthus wafted over, and the wind gave me another hug.

I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing.

go home.

On Monday, September 9, ****, the weather was cloudy and then sunny.

I didn’t hear so much about him before, but now I want to let him go, but I hear news about him everywhere.

I sat in my seat, and the seats at the same table were still full of people, chattering and gossiping, and the noise was so loud that I couldn't help but listen.

"So you're saying they both like ***?!"

"You didn't see the scene at that time, two men fighting for one woman! Although *** has dropped out of school, her legend still exists!"

"*** is really amazing. I didn't expect Shi Jilin likes her, and Shen Lian also likes her. I remember Shen Lian liked her sister Li An'an before, right?"

"I used to think Li An'an was pretty, but now I feel that Li An'an is not as pretty as ***. Maybe I was wrong before."

"That's right. Li An'an's character is not very good. I heard that she said bad things about her sister in class."

"Ah? Don't listen to rumors. She seems to be a very good person."

"Oh, I don't know..."

The person they were talking about was not Shi Jilin, but the invisible beautiful girl. However, no matter how hard I listened, I couldn't hear her name clearly.