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The lunch bell finally rang.
As usual, the teacher remained oblivious, tirelessly reviewing the Example Problem, chalk flying across the blackboard. The students, physically present in the classroom, had their minds already drifting toward the cafeteria. Some began to tidy their desks, while others frequently glanced at the clock, their eyes filled with impatience.
"Class dismissed!" The teacher could no longer withstand the mounting glares of frustrated students. In a hurried attempt to avoid an outburst of Public Anger, he closed the textbook with a resigned sigh.
The students surged out of the classroom like a tide, rushing toward the cafeteria. By the time they arrived, it was already packed with bustling students, a cacophony of voices filling the air.
"Why do we always get out so late?" The girls from the same class began to complain loudly to one another, their faces showing clear dissatisfaction as they clutched their lunchboxes tightly.
The ever-late teacher, the eternally unsatisfying lunch, and the never-ending homework—these were perhaps shared memories for every senior student. As they grumbled, they navigated through the crowd in search of their desired food.
"Xiao Liang, how about we grab some delicious and convenient Braised Beef?" A Zhao suggested with a hopeful smile, nudging Xiao Liang with her elbow.
Braised Beef was actually a nickname for Kang Shifu instant noodles. A Zhao once dramatically exclaimed, "Today's lunch is so lavish—Braised Beef, mushroom chicken stew, spicy ribs! I don't even know which one to choose!"
After purchasing their noodles but finding no hot water available, Xiao Liang and A Zhao had no choice but to shamelessly ask the vendor to borrow a microwave.
"You two little rascals are too lazy to go to the cafeteria? Always coming here to borrow my microwave! I might just stop selling instant noodles to you," the vendor said grumpily, hands on hips and a hint of annoyance on her face.
"What's wrong with eating instant noodles? They're tasty, nutritious, and convenient. Look, there's even a vegetable pack!" A Zhao protested half-jokingly. "Auntie, add a grilled sausage too!"
"I want one too!" Xiao Liang said as he eyed the juicy grilled sausage, unable to resist swallowing his saliva.
"Got it, got it."
The vendor, though visibly displeased, quickly grabbed some grilled sausages and placed them into their bowls, mumbling something under his breath.
"A Zhao, you don't look so well today. Are you sick?" Xiao Liang asked while chewing on a sausage, concern evident in his eyes.
"I'm fine," A Zhao replied, taking a big gulp of soup. "It's just for the exam on Friday; I'm cramming. Hey, let's see who can finish first!"
A Zhao glanced at the clock, signaling that time was running out, with a hint of urgency in his gaze.
Xiao Liang and A Zhao refused to back down, vigorously slurping their noodles, their cheeks puffing up. The classmates around them looked on, some smiling while others shook their heads.
I met A Zhao when we were assigned to different classes in sophomore year.
I was born with mild hearing loss, and in noisy environments, the words of others sounded like they were muffled by a thick fog; I could never hear clearly. Because of this, I was reluctant to engage in conversations.
The popular topics they discussed—trendy outfits, new electronic gadgets—were completely absent from my life. I chose to block out their noisy chatter as if it were just the background noise of the street.
Additionally, coming from a poor family and having a solitary personality, I quickly found myself pushed to the margins by my classmates.
Every day, I walked to school alone with my backpack and returned home alone, with no one willing to talk to me.
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