Please stay away from me, protagonist

Chapter 191: The Foolish and Rich Second Generation (2)

"I don't know how you, who are so ordinary, could have caught her eye and made me lucky enough to be her good friend.

Although I am a little jealous, but seeing her smile rarely when she is with you, it is a sincere smile, and I think she seems not bad like this.

I don’t know what made you like me, even though we have nothing in common.

Now I think I should have stopped her from meeting you. Maybe she wouldn't be lying in the cold and dark morgue now, and she wouldn't be able to talk to me. She wouldn't have experienced everything that happened later, all because of you.

It's all your fault. Why did you break up with her? Why?"

"Don't say anything. Don't you want to know the reason? I'll tell you."

“Because she was the one who asked me to leave, I don’t know if you were there at the time or if you heard about it from other people later.

This was the situation at the time.

Didn't you ask me to go to the grove that day? I thought you were the only one there, but she came instead and we had a big fight, but we made up later.

But I couldn't let go of my pride, so I told her to fold another can of paper stars for me tomorrow and I would forgive her.

Her leg was also injured at the time. I accidentally pushed her and the gravel on the ground scratched her leg.

That's why I supported her and walked with her instead of waiting for her to leave and then secretly accompanying her home.

We walked for a long time until we came to a crossroads.

Our home is not on the way.

My house has always been in the opposite direction of hers, but I never told her.

You also planned to never tell her, I just walked a little further by myself, there is no need to let her know and make her feel guilty.

I was originally planning to send her home, after all, her leg was injured and I was worried about her.

But at the crossroads, she suddenly pushed my arm and whispered in my ear: "Duoduo, you go first, someone is here to pick me up."

Hearing this, I was naturally confused.

"Someone is picking you up. Who is picking you up?"

She told me that her father suddenly decided to pick her up, and her family didn't want her to play with ordinary people. They were afraid that I would feel uncomfortable seeing them, so they let me go first.

I didn’t think that much at the time.

I agreed right away. Now I think that was an excuse. She probably wanted to go to the store to buy origami. So she found an excuse to coax me to leave.

If only the excuse she gave was true, she would still be alive and well, and I could see him again."

“No wonder the person who found her body said there was a large pool of colorful origami on the ground that had been trampled by foot.

The person who found her body was a cleaner, and he found it because of origami."

"So, she got into an accident because she went to buy origami, right? If she hadn't gone, would she not have gotten into an accident?

No, it's all my fault.

If I hadn't pushed her in the woods, her leg wouldn't have been injured.

So she can get away with it?"

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have written you a note. I shouldn't have thought about getting you two to reconcile."

As he spoke, he grabbed his hair in pain and tears flowed down his face.

"No, how can you be blamed for this? It's obviously my fault. If I hadn't kept the appointment, nothing would have happened. She's still alive and well now. I shouldn't have kept the appointment.

That way, she would leave without waiting for me, and maybe this thing wouldn't have happened.

I shouldn't have mentioned that I had to ask her to fold paper stars to make peace. But that was useless, because I broke them last time.

It was my fault that I didn't cherish her. She shouldn't have come to me.

Don't blame yourself, you don't know. Blame me, blame me, I owe you, it's because of me that you lost her."

The word "lost" stirred up a storm in his mind. He raised his head suddenly. He stretched out his fist to her nose, but still withdrew his hand.

He punched himself in the leg.

He glanced at me coldly. That look was so icy that I will never forget it in my life.

It seemed to penetrate me, not just the look in his eyes, but the words that followed were like bullets that hit my heart and shattered me.

"This is what you said, don't regret it, I took it seriously."

After saying that, he dusted himself off, turned around and left without even looking at me.

After that he became even more depraved. He used to only occasionally skip classes, but now he doesn't even come to school.

Everyone in the school was wondering if he was going to transfer schools, which caused a lot of discussion.

This affected the normal classes, so the teacher specifically said at the end of a class that he had no plans to transfer schools and not to pay too much attention to it.

The discussion in the school has finally calmed down, but it is still very high. When I walk around the school, I can still hear people talking about this.

It wasn't until a week later that the heat finally subsided.

And he didn't come for a whole week.

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

He never returned to school after that, and the teacher didn't urge him to go back. It seemed like everyone had forgotten about him.

But the blackboard newspaper made spontaneously by the students, recording the time he left and what they wanted to say to him, had already filled up half of the wall.

He didn't come to class until the next semester, with dyed blond hair, wearing a leather jacket and pants, and rivets on his shoes.

He completely disregards the rule of wearing school uniform and is extremely rebellious.

His new image naturally caused heated discussions in school.

Everyone felt that this was all in the class teacher's area, and wondered if the class teacher would let out a lion's roar that had not been seen for a long time.

But the reality was not what they expected, and everything was calm.

There is no excitement to watch.

They all shook their heads in disappointment and sighed softly.

Although they knew he had privileges, weren't these privileges a little too great?

Just like that, the get out of class was over soon.

I thought his new look would lead to fewer people liking him.

After all, his smoky makeup is not something that ordinary people can understand. It was too avant-garde at the time.

But our class seemed to understand it.

His new look made the female classmates in the school love him even more. They even learned to wear smoky makeup and leather jackets and leather pants like him. Of course, this was only during recess and when the teacher was not around. During class, it seemed like they could put on makeup with just one click.

By the time they were in class, they had already removed their makeup and changed into school uniforms. I don't know how they did it.

I want to learn now, but it was so long ago that I can't even remember what they looked like, let alone where they went.

Later, I reached the so-called marriageable age. People around me were urging their children to get married, but I didn't want to. My parents were quite open-minded at the time and didn't urge me.

I always let things take their course until that day when he suddenly came to me after not seeing me for a long time.

He is no longer the man with blond hair, leather jacket and pants, and studded shoes.

Not at all like the one I remembered him from.