Lu xiuche couldn't stop himself from calling her that one word. His emotions were complicated-anger, sadness, anger, sadness, and more than anything else, panic!
In all these years, he had only known one friend-Yue tingfeng. He really liked this friend and did not want to lose him. If ... He could not recite 50 words on Friday, could it be ... That Yue tingfeng really did not want to play with him anymore?
Lu xiuche gulped nervously.
Yue tingfeng was not joking with him. He ... He was serious ...
If Yue tingfeng had suggested changing seats when he first transferred, Lu xiuche would have been happy to hear it.
But now, he could not bring himself to be happy at all, because he had already regarded Yue tingfeng as his best friend.
Lu xiuche was so scared that he quickly walked towards his class. It wasn't easy for him to have a friend, and he didn't want to be like before, unable to find anyone he could talk to all day.
