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It was in the cafeteria that I bought my meal and turned around, only to see groups of classmates gathered together, laughing and chatting, leaving no space for me at all.
I had long grown accustomed to such situations. A faint, cold smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I turned my back on them and walked to an empty table. I sat down heavily and began to eat in silence, a surge of frustration boiling inside me.
“Did you see him just now? His smile was terrifying!”
“Yeah, it really was... Maybe he could be the next Ma Jiajue. We should be careful.”
The girls' whispers pierced through me like icy needles from behind. For some reason, the hurtful words that I would usually forget washed over me this time, embedding themselves deep in my ears and sending a shiver through my heart.
My hands tightened around my chopsticks, knuckles turning white as I struggled to contain my anger. Was it my fault that I came from a poor family and didn’t talk much? Did that mean I deserved to be treated like a vicious killer?
Fine, let them be scared! At least that way, no one would bother me anymore.
Just then, a boy suddenly stood up from the crowd with his lunchbox in hand. Gasps of surprise erupted from his friends, but he ignored them and steadily walked toward me.
What was he doing? As he approached, my scalp tingled with anxiety, and I instinctively clenched my fists, shrinking back slightly.
He sat down beside me without saying a word and began to eat, completely unfazed by the strange looks directed at him. He ate slowly and deliberately.
From that day on, he consistently sat next to me every day without fail, quietly eating his meal in silence.
But every time he finished eating, he would look up and offer me a faint smile as a friendly gesture.
Gradually, we began to exchange simple pleasantries, like "Class ended late today" or "The cafeteria was really crowded today."
He articulated each word with remarkable clarity; even in the noisy environment, I could roughly guess his meaning just by watching his lips.
As time went on, we became more familiar with each other, chatting about what games we played and what sports we liked, until eventually, we became inseparable brothers.
A Zhao was completely different from me. He was the kind of person who was particularly cheerful and optimistic. In the words of the girls, he was especially "sunny."
He had a great personality, was well-liked by everyone, excelled in his studies, and was handsome. Teachers favored him, girls flocked around him, and he had quite a few close friends among the boys.
Despite this, my situation didn’t change much; I remained the least liked person in class. Aside from A Zhao, no one wanted to talk to me; everyone seemed to avoid me like I was a plague.
However, this did not affect my friendship with A Zhao at all. We would have lunch together, occasionally skip class together; we chased after girls and then shared the pain of heartbreak; we supported each other when we got into fights and stood up against those who caused trouble.
A Zhao was my only and best friend!
During class in the afternoon, I casually glanced at the corner of the classroom and suddenly noticed an empty seat.
It seemed that no one had been there since morning, and I wondered if anyone would show up in the afternoon.
Whose seat was it? To be honest, I could never remember all my classmates' names, so this question flickered through my mind before quickly being cast aside.
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