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Chapter 87 Entering old age early

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    "Huh?" Han Yitian was stunned.  "Everyone says you're the belle of the school, and you're not happy when you're famous in school? Isn't the reason we go to art school to be famous one day?"

    "Not interested in."

    As Si Yue said, she casually picked up the potato chips on the side and continued to chew on them.

    Han Yitian glanced at Si Yue's bed. There was a pile of snacks at the head of the bed, a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed, and the wastebasket next to it was full of rubbish in a mess.

    As Si Yue's roommate, she always knew that Si Yue was very unmotivated, but she did not expect that she would degenerate like this.

    "Yueyue, do you have a particularly difficult family? So, you dare not even dream?" Han Yitian asked sympathetically.

    After Si Yue listened, she didn't have time to swallow the potato chips, so she was choked and coughed again and again.

    Coughing until tears are about to burst out.

    Looking at the tears in the corners of Si Yue's eyes, Han Yitian muttered: Yueyue's family is really difficult, it's so pitiful.

    She thought her family was the poorest in the whole school, but she didn't expect that there were people who were more difficult and inferior than her.

    Si Yue originally wanted to refute something, but seeing Han Yitian's sympathetic face, she suddenly didn't bother to explain.

    Anyway, she never cared about other people's opinions and ideas.

    What's more, coming to this school is to fool around, so it doesn't matter.

    A full-level boss like Si Yue really doesn't want to be compared with others, it feels too tiring.

    "Well, although our family is very poor, my mother taught me since I was a child that I must work hard to get into the university and squeeze into the world of the rich, and don't live an ordinary life like her."

    Han Yitian said while helping Si Yue fold the clothes piled at the foot of the bed.

    Si Yue even likes to buy some simple styles for clothes, black, white and gray. It looks not too expensive, but in fact the price is not cheap. The most important thing is that the fabric is very comfortable.

    Generally, those who don't know the goods will think that the clothes Si Yue wears are land-assessment money.

    When Han Yitian was helping Si Yue fold the clothes, he thought in his heart: only her grandma would wear such plain clothes.  Si Yue is so pitiful.

    Although she thought that Si Yue knew nothing, Han Yitian was very grateful to Si Yue for helping her, so she treated Si Yue better than before.

    He helped Si Yue tidy up and fetch water for her, which allowed Si Yue to enjoy salted fish more happily in the dormitory.

    During the day, Han Yitian went to class, and when it was over, he would help bring back the meal. Si Yue, except for going to the bathroom, never left the dormitory. She kept almost the same posture throughout the day, watching dramas, watching variety shows, and playing games.  With nothing to do, he lived the life of an eighty-year-old man at a young age.

    Sometimes, she also feels that learning things too quickly is really not fun. As a result, she is tired of life ahead of time because there are too few challenges.

    On this day, when Han Yitian returned to the dormitory, his eyes were red again.

    Seems like I haven't seen Han Yitian like this for many days.

    However, even though she looked very sad, she still did not forget to bring food for Si Yue.

    "What's the matter?" Si Yue asked strangely.

    At first, Han Yitian didn't say anything, but under Si Yue's questioning, she finally told the truth.

    "The school's school flower list has been officially changed. With a few unclear photos, you were topped by the top boys. You probably provoked some people. Because those girls couldn't see you, they grouped together to isolate me.  Recently, when I went to class, I was always teased by all kinds of crowding out If this continues, I really don't know what to do."

    Mental torture is sometimes more painful than being beaten.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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