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

Chapter 157 The Spectator and the Invisible Man 7 I Will Always Be by the Lamb's Side

She is so popular, so pretty, everyone seems to like her, she is totally different from people like me...

Although I tried my best to shift my thoughts to the girl, I couldn't help but think of the scene of the two of them snuggling in the classroom that day. It was so beautiful and so enviable...

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When it's late at night and everyone is asleep, some quiet negative emotions will be brought up again. My secret love for him over the past three years, every scene of me deliberately looking at him and communicating with him, all appear in my mind.

How can I let it go after three years?

When I closed my eyes, I could feel my tears sliding onto the pillow, wetting my ears.

I really tried my best to control myself. I held back my tears when I listened to them today, but I couldn't hold it back this time.

I am so useless. I cry too much. I need to be stronger in the future.

Inexplicably, I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus again, and it seemed as if someone was hugging me gently, humming a song to me, stroking my hair, wiping away my tears, and coaxing me to sleep.

While I was half asleep, I felt greatly comforted.

So what if it’s just a fantasy? It’s good to have someone to accompany me.

On Tuesday, September 9, ****, it rained heavily.

When I got up this morning, there was a cup of warm water on the bedside table. It was very strange. My room was locked, and my parents couldn't come in. And logically, my parents would not remember to pour me water. Sometimes they even forgot to leave breakfast for me. How could they pour me water?

Could it be that I poured it on myself while sleepwalking?

My eyes were a little swollen and my throat was uncomfortable from crying last night. I was too lazy to think too much. After drinking this glass of water, I felt much better. Maybe I was really sleepwalking.

More and more strange things happened. It was raining heavily and the wind was very strong when I went out. My umbrella was very small, but the big umbrella at home was probably taken away by my parents. I sighed and went out, just get wet.

Standing in the rain, even though I had such a small umbrella, it felt as if I was surrounded by a protective shield, or as if I was being protected in the arms of an invisible person, and not a single drop of rain fell on me.

When I arrived at the classroom, I was clean and refreshed.

This strange thing made my bad mood when I saw the rain turn into a good mood.

On Wednesday, September 9, ****, the weather turned sunny after light rain.

Look what I found! Someone wrote on my draft paper!

The piece of paper that was filled with the words "I need to be strong" had seven more words on it, which read: I'm here, no need to be strong.

The handwriting is vigorous and beautiful, and it doesn't look like something a student could write.

who can that be?

I felt a surge of joy I had never felt before. Could it be that someone noticed me?

But I was a little confused. If someone really noticed me, there was no way I wouldn't have noticed it for so long. I would have noticed any glance at me.

This made me feel a little disappointed. Could it be that someone made a mistake and mistook my desk for someone else's? This situation is not uncommon...

it's a pity……

I sighed and couldn't help whispering, "Since it's not for me, I don't want it."

I don’t want things that are not mine, and the love that does not belong to me. I only want things that belong to me.

Thinking of this, I was ready to throw it away, but unexpectedly, every time I threw it away, it would reappear on my desk after a while. What's even more outrageous is that I never left the desk at all!

Are there really ghosts in the world?!

Could it be that this is a ghost threatening me? ?

I thought about it carefully, and the writing on it seemed to be red...

I swallowed and looked at the people around me laughing and making noises. Although no one noticed me, I still felt a lot more at ease.

Only then did I carefully open the piece of paper, and there were new words on it, still in the same beautiful font: I will always be with the lamb.

Always by my side...

I tried to think calmly. When this piece of paper appeared on my desk repeatedly, I never left for a moment. If someone came, I would not have missed it. So, it must not have been sent by someone.

I trembled and replied, "You are not a human, right?"

I finished writing it and threw it into the trash can. As expected, the next minute, it appeared on my desk again.

"I could be the one."

I was a little scared, but my curiosity and doubts got the better of me, and I wrote on the paper, "Is it me who can see you?"

I repeated the steps above, and it replied: "Only you, my little sheep."

I figured it out, only I can see it...

It turned out to be an illusion again.

It's getting worse. I can even see him chatting with me on paper. I don't know if I need to see a doctor at this level...

I refolded the paper and stuffed it into my pocket, and my mood suddenly improved.

It doesn’t matter, it’s okay to fantasize, at least it makes me think I really have friends.

Monday, October 10, ****, sunny.

Even my mom has said I look happier these days, and of course! My imaginary friend is always by my side!

Although I can't see or touch it, I know it is always with me.

Every morning when I go to school, it will blow the leaves and sing to me; when no one pays attention to me, it will hug me in front of everyone; when I feel emotional at night, it will pat my back, touch my head, and coax me to sleep peacefully.

It will also chat with me on paper when I am bored. Now I don’t need to throw it away. As long as I put it on the desktop, I can see its reply.

It's a super awesome and gentle friend!

Monday, July 10, ****, the weather was cloudy.

There was an osmanthus tree on the way home from school. When I was going home, there was a group of girls laughing and playing in front of me.

When passing by the tree, several people became interested. One person stood under the tree, and several people shook the trunk. Then osmanthus flowers fell down in a flutter. If they shook the trunk with greater force, it was even more beautiful like an osmanthus rain.

What a beauty.

Several people took turns playing, like fairies under the tree.

I watched from the side with great envy.

"I want to play, too." I said to myself, but suddenly a breeze with the scent of osmanthus blew from the side, gently caressing my cheek, and I knew it was my friend responding to me.

I feel better.

When they had enough fun and left, I walked over a little embarrassedly, stood under the tree, and smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus. After all, that was the scent of my friend.

When I raised my head and closed my eyes, the sound of the wind suddenly became louder, and a sweet-scented osmanthus flower fell on my lips.

I was stunned for a moment, then I opened my eyes and saw sweet osmanthus flowers dancing in the sky, falling one by one. I felt them sprinkled on my shoulders, head, and face...

With such a beautiful scene, the sound of the wind gradually faded, as if it was chuckling softly. I couldn't help laughing out loud and couldn't help spinning around under the tree. Let me let myself go just for once!