"Are you alright?" Chen Ge twisted open a bottle of water for Du Ming. "How about some water?"
Du Ming collapsed onto the table, buried his face into his textbook, and held his stomach with both hands. "I did not mean to do it. I did not expect it to turn into something like this."
"What exactly did you do?" Chen Ge did not get mad. If anything, the gaze that he had for Du Ming was filled with more pity than anything else. Du Ming did not respond. He merely shook his head lightly. His mental condition was stretched to its limit, in a way, rather similar to Chen Ge's condition.
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