บท 102: The Suicide Farce

It was the first time that he had been inferior to somebody. In his battle for love, he had been utterly defeated. As he’d thought about this, Chi had looked around and seen the onlookers pointing at him and talking.

"See, he was rejected."

"It's terrible. He held that girl with such force!"

"He also shouted at her."

"He's scary. I wouldn’t want to have such a pursuer."

"Exactly."

Congratulations, Chi! You became famous around the area. Chi had felt hopeless.

Carrying the bouquet, he had walked to his dormitory slowly, getting sadder and sadder by the minute.

His failure had taken place in public, so he’d felt that he had nothing left to live for. Pushing open the door of his dormitory, he had thrown the deliberately chosen bouquet into the dustbin without hesitation. Falling on his bed, he had tried recall the details of his relationship with Cong Nianwei. (My dear boy, it was all in your imagination. Can time spent in the same class be considered a relationship?)