Chapter 55

  Du Jiajun and Hua Qizhen will no longer be friends with Youyou.

  Rumors and gossip grew luxuriantly on this summer day, spreading rapidly to everyone's mouth. Every time Yu Yu walked into the classroom, she could feel every part of her body receiving scorching gazes. The dance class students hid in a corner pointing at her with disdainful tones, not lowering their voices, she could hear them cursing her as "whore", "poisonous woman" and "cheap goods".

  Those mocking gazes formed countless focal points on her body, then burned out countless clear holes.

  She held back her tears and swallowed them into her heart, like a summer rain, pattering down.

  She has no friends anymore.

  Just like in elementary school, she was despised by everyone. In this bustling summer, she suddenly became a lonely soul.

  Teacher Wen demonstrated a new movement, then stood aside to carefully check each student's movements. She frowned and walked up to Youyou, criticizing: "Youyou, your movements are like a clumsy duck! What's going on? You haven't been paying attention in class lately!"

  She hung her head low, her face burning red with embarrassment. The surrounding classmates burst out laughing in disdain.

  Teacher Wen looked around at everyone else with dissatisfaction.

  "You all didn't jump well! How dare you laugh at others! Do it again!"

  A group of people clumsily repeated the action from just now. Youyou tried hard to recall the key points of the movement, slowly pacing back and forth. Suddenly, someone's heel came down heavily on her foot. Hua Qijie turned around and made a fierce face, "Ah, sorry, I stepped on you!"

  The others burst out laughing too.

  It's intentional.

  What hurt her was not the almost crushed toes, but the cold gaze and smile of her former good friend. Youyou bit her lip tightly, silently wiping away a tear that had rolled out of the corner of her eye. When she turned around, she saw Du Jiajun raise her proud chin, with a chilly light shooting out from under her half-lowered eyelids, a coldness that even the sweltering summer heat couldn't melt.

  Ms. Wen clapped her hands again to stop the class. Someone was calling her at the classroom door, she went out and after a while, brought a boy in from the doorway.

  Everyone was staring at this boy.

  The boy smiled politely at everyone, and his smile seemed to bring up a shallow fairy tale that was planted in the sentimental heart of every girl.

  Miss Wen introduced him to everyone: "Classmates, this is your new classmate starting from today. By the way, what's your name?"

  "My name is Cheng Yitian."

  "Oh, Cheng, our course has been going on for many days, can you keep up?"

  "It doesn't matter, I also learned a little before."

  "Then can you jump a few segments for me to see?"

  Under Wen Laoshi's guidance, Cheng Yitian put down his guitar, straightened up, and slowly started to spin around. His dance moves were more impressive than anyone else in the classroom. Wen Laoshi quickly clapped her hands and said: "You're dancing very well! Are you interested in participating in a beginner's class competition?"

  "It doesn't matter." Cheng Yitian said with a nonchalant smile.

  "That's good." Teacher Wen took out the attendance sheet, looked at the number of applicants, and muttered: "Let me see who to pair you with..."

  Cheng Yitian turned his head to see Youyou hiding behind the crowd, smiled slightly, and walked through the crowd to her front. He then turned back to ask Teacher Wen: "Teacher, can I be in a group with Youyou?"

  Miss Wen raised her head. "So you know each other. That's easy, you can be in a group together."

  He smiled at her.

  Like a sweet fairy tale, the prince at the ball invites the lonely princess. People often say that from then on they lived happily ever after.

  Then why did she think it was a painful fairy tale? Yu You faced Cheng Yitian's smile, but what he felt more was the suspicious gaze of others, countless vicious words growing rapidly and silently in someone's heart, slowly gathering into a river of curses.

  "It sounds like Hu Qi's voice is rising in disdain: 'Hmph! You dared to say you were innocent before, but now your lover has even come to our doorstep! How hypocritical! We're the ones who are really foolish and naive for still believing you!'"

  Everyone quietly covered their mouths and laughed again.

  She walked slowly with her head hung low, afraid that if she lifted it up, she would see Du Jiajun's face full of resentment.

  What else is there to say in her defense? She has already been nailed to the cross, as a criminal who betrays friends and exhausts all machinations, suffering the spitting of ten thousand people. Update 1: