Chapter 41: Living in the school dormitory

In the morning.

Morning reading has not yet ended, I began to feel restless.

The first class is mathematics.

I was anxious when I thought that I would have to face my mother in twenty minutes.

And the place where I sat was on the right side of the podium, the closest distance to my mother. I could even observe the most subtle changes in my mother’s expression when she was giving lectures.

Later, my mother would stand on the podium, less than two meters away from me. What should I do? At this moment, I suddenly had the urge to rush out of the classroom and the campus to skip classes.

Time passed by in agony. Soon, the bell for the first class rang. Outside the corridor of the classroom, the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground came from far away.

Is it my mother? My heartbeat was thumping with the approaching footsteps.

“Stand up!”

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“The class representative came up to hand out the test papers.” The familiar voice jumped into my ears, and I knew it was my mother.

Looking up, my mother was wearing a black teacher’s uniform today, with black hair draped over her shoulders and light makeup on her delicate cheeks, but it still couldn’t cover up her pale face, a pair of light dark circles under her eyes, and an unspeakable tiredness between her eyebrows.

Noticing my gaze, my mother glanced at me, and then withdrew her gaze expressionlessly.

I lowered my head quickly, but my eyes were reluctant to leave my mother’s face.

I could feel that my mother’s eyes were full of indifference and coldness when she looked at me. It was a look she had never had before, like a familiar stranger, no, maybe not even a stranger, maybe in my mother’s eyes, she was already an enemy.

“There are two classes in total, and the grades will be ranked. Do it seriously.” After saying this lightly, my mother began to walk around the classroom.

I lowered my head and pretended to do the questions seriously, but my mind had already flown to my mother. Mom passed by me, and I could see that she was wearing a pair of black stockings on her beautiful legs. The stockings were tight on her legs, outlining the curves, and her legs were straight and slender.

When Mom walked behind me, I turned my head and secretly took a look. I felt a little dry in my mouth, and I had to sigh in my heart that Mom had a great figure.

“Don’t look around, just be yourself!” Mom suddenly shouted seriously.

The classroom, which was originally quiet, was even more terribly quiet at this moment. Except for the “rustling” sound of writing, there was the sound of Mom’s high heels stepping on the floor.

I stared at the test paper absent-mindedly, and the pen in my hand fell on the paper without moving, until there was a figure beside me. I smelled the familiar perfume, and I knew it was Mom. I looked at her secretly from the corner of my eye. Mom was wearing a hip skirt, black stockings, and high heels and stopped beside me.

I didn’t dare to look up at Mom, and quickly shifted my attention to the test paper.

Half a minute later, Mom returned to the podium and sat down.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but never dared to look up at my mother.

After two classes, my mother put away the test paper and walked out of the classroom. I sighed and lay on the table.

Alas...

It’s cold. This mock test is too difficult, and there is not enough time. It’s God’s blessing that I can get over 100 points.

After school at noon, I just came out of the classroom door and saw my mother walking towards me.

The classmates next to me waved and slipped away. I stood there at a loss, watching my mother approach me step by step, and my heartbeat accelerated.

Before I had time to think, I heard my mother say: “The meal card, this week’s living expenses, and clothes for changing are all in it.” As she said, my mother handed me the backpack she was carrying.

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that my mother had prepared everything for me and was waiting for me to move into the school dormitory.

“Take it.” My mother said coldly, and I quickly took the backpack.

My mother didn’t seem to want to communicate with me, so she turned around and left. I bit my lower lip, hesitated, and whispered, “Mom, I’m sorry.” The three words “I’m sorry” were almost pinched out of my throat.

My mother stopped and turned around, looking at me coldly, pursed her lips but didn’t say anything, and turned around and left.

I stayed where I was, looking at my mother’s back, feeling bitter in my heart. Maybe this is the consequence of doing things without thinking.

I wanted to catch up with my mother, hold her hand, kneel down to admit my mistakes to her, and ask her to forgive me once, but I knew it was impossible, and my mother would not forgive me.

When my mother’s figure disappeared in the corridor, I came back to my senses, opened my backpack and flipped through it. In addition to the clothes and pants for changing, there were also three hundred yuan, and a thin magnetic card, which should be the meal card. I took it out and put it in my pocket, and walked towards the school cafeteria.

In the crowded cafeteria hall, there was a long queue at the window for getting food. I frowned and looked at it, feeling helpless. I had to adapt to such a life in the future.

It took half an hour from the time I got my meal to the time I finished eating. It was like going through ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties.

The food tasted a little better than I expected, but the dining environment in the cafeteria was hard to describe.

The distance between the cafeteria and the dormitory was not far. It took only five minutes to get to the dormitory building. When I came to the third floor and walked to the door of dormitory 302, I heard a burst of laughter from the room.

I knocked on the door and pushed it open. A pungent smell of cigarettes floated out.

I resisted the nausea and covered my nose with my hand. I looked at the five people who were smoking and immediately felt disgusted.

And it was not my class dormitory, and I didn’t know anyone.

“Hey, which dormitory are you from?”

I looked over and saw that it was the tallest of the five people smoking. He was staring at me with big eyes, as if he was going to fight with someone if he didn’t agree with me.

I pointed to the empty new bed and said, “I just moved in.”

“Oh, you are the new one, which class are you from?”

I smiled politely, “401.”

The tall man exhaled a cigarette and smiled at the people next to him, “Hehe, there are twelve people in our dormitory, one class each, the school is fucking stupid, right?”

“That’s right.”

“The principal is stupid.” The people next to him echoed.

The bed is brand new, including the quilt cover and pillowcase. I guess my mother came in the morning and made the bed.

Maybe my mother didn’t want me to go home at noon today.

When I returned to the dormitory at night, I lay on the small single bed, looked up at the upper bunk, and felt a sense of loneliness and fear in my heart.