Chapter 4: 12. You didn't care about my post yesterday at all

  After leaving the examination room, it's time to gather things and head home.

  Just as I walked to the school gate, I saw a notice posted on the bulletin board, with white background and black characters, in the format of a disciplinary action sheet.

  Naijo was fired.

  Although it was already a holiday, the school still hastily issued a disciplinary notice.

  The cat stood stupidly in front of the bulletin board, with cold winds blowing from all directions and pouring into its collar.

  The cold of gnawing bones.

  "What a mess." A familiar sweet and greasy voice came from beside her ear.

  The cat saw Naiqiu standing beside herself with a suitcase, looking at the divorce paper with a faint smile on her lips.

  "I thought I would stay here for a while longer, but it didn't turn out that way."

  The cat was unexpectedly surprised, she originally thought that according to Nai's personality, should have been red-eyed, like a pitiful big white rabbit, showing a wronged expression to everyone.

  But she just smiled with an unprecedented calmness.

  "I'm leaving." Naoko said, turned around, picked up her luggage, and her long hair fell down.

  She lifted her head and walked out of school step by step, soon disappearing into the crowd.

  The cat stood in a daze, staring in the direction she had left, with an inexplicable feeling of discomfort in her heart, as if something had gone wrong and she was powerless to rectify it.

  "Lazy cat." A hand landed on her shoulder, she turned around to see Wang Xiaohu's somewhat remorseful expression, "Why haven't you been in touch with me lately? You don't even answer my calls."

  "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" he added.

  "Wrong." The cat pushed his hand away, answering indifferently. "Things are completely different from what I thought."

  Wang Xiaohu looked at her in confusion, pointing in the direction Nai Jiu had left: "You won't be going soft, will you? Think about what she's done to you, just inciting my dad is already too much. Don't let someone smile at you, coax you a few times, and your kindness will immediately overflow..."

  "Never mind!" The cat interrupted him, seeing that he didn't make a sound, looked up at him with some guilt and then silently lowered his head. "Sorry, I just wanted to calm down... I'm going back."

  "Hmm." Wang Xiaohu watched her walk to the school gate and couldn't help but add another sentence, "Remember to contact me!"

  The school's art class has ended for a week, so Wei Chi hasn't gone to school during this time. Today, Mao Ni returned home and opened the door to see him leaning against his own room door, holding something in his hand with such force that his knuckles turned white.

  She walked into the room with a familiar gaze and put her backpack on the table.

  He strode a few steps to her front, "slam" and slammed the thing in his hand on the table. This was the first time Meizi saw him so angry, she involuntarily took a step back, then she looked clearly at what he was holding, which turned out to be her own diary.

  "Give me back my stuff!" She was excited and wanted to take back her notebook, her voice also rose a few degrees.

  He pressed down with his ten fingers, looking at her coldly: "You actually treat your own head teacher like this, it's simply despicable."

  "What did you say?" The cat paused for a moment, feeling a pang of discomfort and astonishment in her heart. Her hand holding the diary also involuntarily loosened, "You said I'm a despicable person?"

  "I've seen it all, you instigated Wang Xiaohu to do those things that bullied Nai Jiu." Ou Zhi's beautiful face was tinged with a hint of anger, "I really didn't think you'd do something like this! You don't act like a kid at all."

  "I wasn't a kid to begin with!" Nekomata yanked out the diary, ripped it up and threw it out the window. "There are still plenty of things I can do! If you're worried about Nijou, go then! Go!! I don't want to see your face again!!!!"

  She wiped away her tears and quickly turned around and rushed out.

  The sound of the wind by my ear seemed to never stop, and after crying, my face was blown by the cold wind as if it were going to crack.

  You never cared about me and didn't trust me at all.

  You flipped through my diary.

  Only saw me painstakingly designing Naoko, bringing about her misfortune.

  But can't see the secret love I once wrote for you. Those secret loves that were torn to shreds by me, blown away by the cold wind.

  You will never see it again.