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Chapter 42 Unrequited Love?  this kid is so stupid

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    ? I am in pain, feel the depression and boredom of life, distressed and sad, lonely and helpless, sick and tortured, and even forget how people should live and what they want to do in life.  Even sometimes, I suddenly and soberly questioned whether I was an independent living creature.  Every time I thought enough and was extremely tired, I lay down on the table, dozed off and fell asleep, and suddenly woke up, questioning myself why I was still alive.

    What a fool he is.

    Entering a new environment, he failed to adapt, and a series of problems came to him.  At night, he couldn't sleep, he missed home, he missed Yang Yue, and he also missed Tang Xiaoyun.

    He couldn't remember how many times he had thought about the same thing over and over again, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.  Pulling myself back to the past, the pain of the past is like a guillotine, because the guillotine is rusted and blunt, and the neck is placed on it, creaking and rubbing, and I will never die. There is only heart-piercing pain, which is even more painful.

    During class, I stare blankly; after class, I stand in front of the window and watch the people coming and going downstairs; when I eat, when I walk, and even in my dreams, those few things still happen.

    Occasionally, when he didn't think about it, he was very tired from thinking, his body felt extremely weak, his whole body was weak, the soles of his feet were soft, his arms trembled suddenly, and the handwriting was twisted on the paper into a ball of crawling earthworms.

    His head was so heavy that he fell straight down, his eyes were sore, his body seemed to have been beaten hundreds of times with a stick, he was numb, he had no consciousness, he just felt that his body was a heavy burden, pulling his nerves painfully, like a poisonous snake burrowed into his spine and jumped up.  Jump down.

    He doesn't study well, but he works hard.  Learning is simply too difficult for him.  He will never understand why he is so stupid, he stays up late, holding a flashlight under the covers.

    He got up early, and in the morning and night when thousands of people were sleeping soundly, he stood under the street lamp, lowered his head, pressed close to the book, and read the words with wide eyes.  He didn't take a break at noon, gnawing on books and doing problems in the empty classroom.

    If this goes on, his mind will become more and more dull.  It was a simple question, but he just couldn't turn the corner.

    ? In a political class in the afternoon, I talked about qualitative changes, about permutations leading to different results, and about Tian Ji's horse racing.

    The teacher wrote down two columns of numbers on the blackboard as a sketch of the story, and suddenly asked him to go to the blackboard to connect the lines to explain how Tian Ji arranged the horses. The veins on the back of his head kept throbbing.  Rarely, before he jumped out of the tension, he got into another trouble.

    He stood on the podium, holding chalk in his hand, and stood dumbfounded for 2 minutes, letting the eyes of the students under the stage pierce every cell in his body, "Go down." The teacher said helplessly  The words, shot from behind him, shot through the heart, and his heart was broken.

    His heart was made of glass, rolled dust, was heated again, and once the fire was added, it would explode.  He really didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe he was just too tired.

    He is indeed too tired.  Every day I was so exhausted that my face turned pale.  It is very difficult to carry a pot of water to the water room.  When I went upstairs, I was out of breath at first, and then my head felt a pain, and my eyes slowly closed in the dark, and it took a long time for them to be opened slowly.  Dejectedly, the blow to his studies completely destroyed his self-confidence.

    He is lonely.  Originally, he didn't like to talk, let alone socialize with others.  Few people from his junior high school entered high school. When he came here, he failed to break into the new environment, and he was excluded by everyone.

    In the six-person dormitory, they were talking and laughing, and he was the only one sitting on the bed, lowering his eyes, looking at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking, no one else knew, not even himself.

    The only classmate I knew well, I used to go to him to chat about the family affairs, but now that person has found a girlfriend, they stay together every day, and he is even more alone.  He was completely alone.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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