"Alright, talk to your child calmly," our homeroom teacher said, pouring a cup of tea for Mrs. Xander and patting her hand.Our homeroom teacher and Mrs. Xander were old classmates and had a very close relationship. With her soothing words, Mrs. Xander managed to restrain her anger.Both Mrs. Xander
I paid no attention to all of this and dedicated all my time to my studies. Whenever I encountered something I didn't understand, I would seek guidance from my teachers. My parents even hired a private tutor for me. After school each day, I focused on strengthening my weaker subjects.Following the
I acknowledged Mrs. Xander as I passed her, not sparing a single glance or word for Nash and Yvonne.He was right.We didn't have anything to do with each other.We were simply childhood neighbors who had spent the first dozen years of our lives side by side. Nash and I were born in the same hospita
"Nash, can we talk?"I didn't want to get too close to him, so I stood three steps away. Nash looked somewhat impatient."What's up?"I went straight to the point. "Mrs. Xander asked me to talk to you. Nash, considering Mrs. Xander's feelings, I advise you to endure it a little longer. SAT is just a
Nash chose a different path for his youth in this lifetime, allowing himself to fall into decadence. However, I couldn't afford that luxury; I had to strive upward to fulfill my dreams.I glanced around, my eyes gradually adjusting to the prolonged darkness, allowing me to faintly discern the contou
I closed my eyes. "Just go, Nash. Pretend we've never met."After that day, Nash and I had no contact. Even if we ran into each other at school, I ignored him and pretended not to see anything.I immersed myself in my studies, practically going from home to school and back, squeezing every minute to
He clenched his fist but didn't immediately erupt in anger. Yvonne, seeing this, immediately grabbed Nash's arm, her eyes filled with disdain as she scanned the classmates."I see, you're all just jealous of how handsome Nash is, even if he can't paint anymore, what does it matter? With his handsome
We left and since their way home was different from mine, they went ahead. I waited by the roadside for a taxi.On a midsummer night, the breeze carried a hint of warmth, making it quite pleasant to stand outside. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around to find Nash.He took a drag of his ciga