Chapter 21: Away from Home

As the monitor, Chu Jingyi is very busy. She needs to remember the personality traits and family background of each classmate, assign class tasks, and organize class activities. But today, Chu Jingyi has an extra task - lying, lying to the teacher.

Lu Li was absent from class all day yesterday, and he was not seen for the whole morning today. When the head teacher asked Chu Jingyi about the situation, Chu Jingyi could only bite the bullet and say that Lu Li had taken sick leave. Is he really sick? Chu Jingyi couldn’t help looking at the empty seat in front of her. Lu Li’s textbooks were still in place, as if he was just skipping classes as usual.

An Baili pouted in dissatisfaction: “Some people will be fascinated by an empty seat. I really don’t know if someone is so popular?”

“I, I’m worried about my friend.”

“He went to your house the day before yesterday and disappeared. Did your father sink him into the river to feed the fish? It’s the kind of thing that suddenly hits you with a hammer while walking on the road, and when you open your eyes again...”

Before An Baili finished her teasing, she was interrupted by Chu Jingyi who was angry out of shame.

“My father is not a gangster! Baili, I will be angry if you do this again!”

When Chu Jingyi got angry, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was intimidating without anger, and she actually had some majesty of a superior. An Baili smacked her lips and looked out the window with her cheeks puffed up. Since yesterday, Chu Jingyi has been distracted, asking her every now and then, “Where is Lu Li? Why didn’t he come to class?” An Baili felt very uncomfortable when she heard these words. Who are you, Chu Jingyi, to control my Lu Li?

Where did Lu Li go? An Baili knew, of course. She also knew that tomorrow was the day when Zou Yameng’s six-province league officially started, and Lu Li was probably going to see Zou Yameng.

Suddenly, a malicious feeling surged in her heart. An Baili looked at the monitor who was still angry and adjusted her glasses.

“I know what Lu Li went to do.”

“You know?”

“He went to see another girl. A very important, irreplaceable, and beautiful girl to him.” She was obviously uncomfortable when she said these words, but she wanted to see Chu Jingyi’s reaction more.

But Chu Jingyi’s reaction disappointed her, and the girl just tilted her head in confusion.

“Then why didn’t he ask for leave from me?”

Love is selfish, and there has never been any love that can be generous enough to share with others - that is not love, it is just desire. Chu Jingyi did not react to this sentence, which means that Chu Jingyi will not be her love rival. When she thought of this, An Baili suddenly lost the strength to speak.

She suddenly thought that she was a little ridiculous. In front of Chu Jingyi’s purity, she actually felt ashamed.

Chu Jingyi was silent, as if the teacher of the next ideological and moral class had entered the classroom. Today’s class was about “Trust and Friendship”. The teacher was a little old man who seemed to be dying at any time. He didn’t even wear reading glasses, and he just read from the textbook. Even if the students in the first row gathered together to play Landlord, the little old man pretended not to see it.

Only Chu Jingyi was listening carefully. She scribbled on the textbook with a red pen, as if she was taking notes. But if you look closer, you can find that the monitor is not taking notes, but adding fuel to the fire on the portrait of the little man in the textbook.

The little man on the left said: Let me introduce my friend to you, so that we are all friends!

The little man on the right looked scared: I am very shy!

Chu Jingyi painted over the face of the little man on the left, pouted, and murmured: “I don’t want it...”

“What do you mean I don’t want it?” An Baili’s ears were pointed.

“No, nothing.”

Turn back the time to one day ago.

When does a person feel insignificant? For Lu Li, it was when he stepped into a completely unfamiliar city alone. It was like a hungry beast, devouring the youth, blood and dreams of batches of young people, and the cement floor was paved with the sweat and hard work of generations. The rich heard about it in the court, and the poor cried in the wild.