hello nemesis

After much deliberation, I decided to go back. After all, I bleed out my old enemy, and I don't want to make a demerit, and I don't want to have fights on my future resume.

233, this house number is quite weird.

I pushed open the half-closed door and found that the entire floor was clean, and my clothes, shoes, and suitcase were neatly placed beside my desk.

Mats are basking in the sun on the balcony.

Hearing the sound of water, I went to the bathroom to see that my old enemy was washing clothes.

He turned around and smiled at me: "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." With a half-smile, I walked up to my old enemy, looked at his bandaged forehead, and asked kindly, "Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

I thought he would say it didn't hurt.

"Am I responsible?"

"...Okay!" The other party's brows widened, and he smiled like a child who had eaten cotton candy, and asked quietly: "Is it the kind of responsibility?"

Me: "...responsible for medical expenses."

Helpless, I feel that my old enemy is like a child!

I wanted to laugh, but the corners of my mouth hadn't curled up yet. I suddenly remembered how this person treated me before, and my heart choked up. How could I forget how bad he was before!

"Look, are the clothes clean?"

I turned my head to look over, it was my clothes, it should be the one stained with blood.

I hate it, "It's all stained with your blood, I don't want it, just throw it away."

Ignore the other party's red hands that have been washed.

"Okay." The old enemy picked up the hanger and hung up the clothes, "You don't want it, can you give it to me?"

"……not good."

"..." The old enemy turned his head to look directly at me, his eyes turned red.

Me: "...Okay."

It's just that I'm too soft-hearted.

It's hard to imagine that my relationship with my old enemy's roommate gradually improved, and I began to forget what kind of person he was.

Yes, I forgot again.

I don't know why, but when I face this person, I tend to shrink back and soften my heart. I have no choice but to follow his heart when he makes a sad expression.

So at the end of the final exam, my thesis disappeared, and when I could only rely on my own memory to fill in the exam papers, I was powerless.

I feel that I am like a gambler, betting on my dignity and my heart, hoping to get back my money and win back someone's heart.

But unfortunately, that person's heart is made of stone and cannot be warmed up.

I came back from the exam and stood in 233, looking at the bed made by the enemy, the stickers bought by the enemy, the lamps installed by the enemy, the clothes washed by the enemy, the cushions made by the enemy... I was cold from heart to toe.

I applied to change dormitory.

Then changed this time.

I started to study obsessively, I spent every day in the library, I refused to talk to anyone, and I didn't let anyone touch my things.

I lay on the top floor, indulging in the rare daylight, drowsy.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I think it's a ghost pressing the bed.

Opening my eyes, I saw my nemesis lying on top of me, with his face resting on my left shoulder.

I even thought endlessly, maybe his mouth is facing my heart.

"woke up?"

"Yeah." I said softly, time flies, but this person has always looked like this.

"Do you know why I broke my hand?"

"Ok?"

"That Li or something wanted to beat you, but I stopped him."

"..."

I suddenly remembered that when I was in high school, I provoked someone. During that time, I was addicted to games and Internet cafes, and even wanted to get a tattoo at one point.

My terrible grades woke me up, and I left that circle, but I didn't expect that I would get revenge and hurt Mo Ze's hand.

How much pain he must have had!

I woke up from the memory, Mo Ze was no longer around.

No, I'm going to find him!

My old enemy can only be my old enemy.

Even the second child of ten thousand years, I feel sweet.

He is first and I am second. They are a perfect match!

I'm going to confess!

My old enemy, I want to have this kind of relationship with you all the time, even when I am a graduate student, I am willing to be the second child.

Dear Enemy, I like you.

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