บท 342: The Way Black Souls Work

Ding Dongsheng felt upset just like the dark, cloudy sky suggested.

He sighed and fell into a trance while sitting on the stairs behind the classroom. Of course, he was not alone here.

As this was a popular place among students where they could avoid the surveillance of teachers.

Another two boys were smoking and gossiping after sneaking out of class during school time.

One of them was stunned for a moment when he saw Ding Dongsheng sitting downstairs.

"Do you know him?" the other one asked.

"Top in class," he said with a shrug.

"A good boy should be in class, right?" the other one said derisively.

"Maybe he is in a low mood. Because a girl, who committed suicided last month was a good friend of his."

"Oh, death of a girlfriend?"

"No wonder he is so sad. I saw the news on TV. It reported that another boy jumped from a building several days ago. His school was very near from ours."