I never thought that I could be so arrogant and arrogant.
Maybe it was the sadness that gave me the courage. All my anger and regret gave me the courage to be fearless and to regard death as home. Yes, the courage to destroy everything, even if I followed.
, shattered to pieces, destruction is about to come.
In the afternoon of that day, I did not arrive at the classroom as early as usual. I just stood on the roof of our dormitory, the roof of the eleventh floor. I held a wooden stick of even thickness in my arms and stood.
The whole body exudes a chilling murderous aura, standing like a sculpture.
There were dark clouds overhead, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.
The strong wind blew my hair away, covering my eyes, but my heart remained the same as the stagnant water. No matter how much the strong wind blew, it could not make any waves.
I stood sternly and stubbornly, looking downstairs at my classmates who were as big as ants. I couldn't see the smiles on their faces or hear their cheerful voices.
My world is tightly entangled with sadness, and hatred covers my eyes.
The students downstairs gradually entered the classroom, and it was hard to find anyone on campus. The first class was about to begin, and my revenge was about to begin, making the storm even more violent.
Finally, the school bell rang like a whimper, and the first class officially began. I sneered, turned around, took steps, and the act of revenge officially began.
When I walked to the classroom with determined steps, the first class had already begun. I held the wooden stick in my hand and walked slowly, listening to the sound of my heartbeat. I walked past the door of the second grade classes and felt
I felt like a ghost, and the classmates and teachers who were in class were surprised to see me slowly walking past the classroom window. At this time, I had a murderous look on my face.
When passing by our class, the math teacher saw me and opened his mouth to call me, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words. The other students also looked at me in surprise.
Huang Yiyi ran out of the classroom when she saw me. She stood in front of me, stretched out her hands, and blocked my way.
"Zhuge Xingliang, what are you doing with the stick? This is a school, not your gang. Can you calm down? Go to the classroom, okay?"
Huang Yiyi stood in front of me, scolding me loudly, as if she wanted to wake me up.
The whole class and the teacher looked at Huang Yiyi and me in the classroom aisle. The once sweet lovers now had different opinions.
I just glanced at Huang Yiyi coldly, said nothing, then walked around Huang Yiyi, stepped forward, and continued moving forward.
Huang Yiyi became anxious all of a sudden. She chased me, she pulled me, she grabbed me, she dragged me. She did everything she could to stop me.
That day, I knew she was dragging me, but I still moved forward. No one could stop my revenge, including Huang Yiyi.
Huang Yiyi cried, roared, and shed tears, but I still walked forward calmly. Huang Yiyi grabbed my arm and pulled it tightly. She didn't let go, but I couldn't stay. Huang Yiyi was pulled away from us by me.
The class was dragged to the stairs.
Finally, Huang Yiyi let go, and she said dejectedly, "I won't stop you anymore. I know what you want to do, and I can never stop you. Just go ahead."
She turned around, looking very disappointed. We turned our backs and walked in opposite directions. I continued walking forward, but she walked into the classroom.
I remember that at that time, classmates from several classes poked their heads out of the windows and doorways to look at me. They were all curious, who was I looking for while carrying a stick? However, no one dared to come out of the classroom.
When asked, the cold murderous look on my body was simply intimidating.
I walked up the stairs, and my heart trembled every time I stepped on it, because at this moment, all my heart was full of hatred, and I lost my mind in my mind.