The Idol Group Pet Became a Final Boss!

Rong Huai lifted his eyelids, stared at the scene for a few seconds, and lowered his head again.

Under the eyes that no one can see, the light dimmed a little bit...

In fact, the distance between them has always been very long.

It was his delusion that as long as he worked hard, he could get a little closer.

Even a little is good.

It's a pity... everything is in vain after all.

He hated that he was only 17 years old, and hated that it was too late to meet suitable.

"Rong Huai, I heard that you are going to special training soon? Go on, keep your temper calm..."

"Also, there should be a lot of books coming to you in the near future. I think you still focus on your studies. You can start with a few scenes, but the team has a good drama training..."

"..."

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, and she was really like a gentle and considerate sister, explaining to Rong Huai in every detail.

Rong Huai did not speak for a while, only spit out a single word in a low and dull voice:

"……Great."

He will grow as long as she wants him to be.

Xiangyi seemed to be aware of his subtle thoughts, and He Shisui said a few words in a low voice.

The man seemed to be dissatisfied, squinting his eyes slightly, his eyes deep and dangerous, and he looked at Rong Huai on the other side of the screen.

Not knowing what Xiangyi had said to him, Shi Sui avoided it.

Before leaving, she softly kissed Xiangyi's smooth and milky forehead.

As if taking an oath of sovereignty.

In an appropriate and reluctant rant, "Naive..."

These two words instantly disturbed Ronghuai's world.

That kind of tone, no matter how appropriate, would not say to him.

Even a good, mature, steady, successful man like Shi Sui would occasionally feel naive, let alone him...

Rong Huai's whole body was so lost, so melancholy, that he couldn't beat his spirits.

Until, the appropriate and gentle voice fell into his ears.

"Rong Huai, I have someone I like."

She didn't ask, do you like me, nor did she say, I don't like you.

Gentle and gentle, polite and polite.

But it refuses to be thousands of miles away.

Rong Huai mutely said, "...I know."

Suitable: "I want to share my view of love with you. It may be incorrect or not suitable for you. Just listen to it as a reference."

"Before you like someone, you have to like yourself. No one is more important than yourself."

"For the person you like, you can give, sacrifice, and use everything, but there is only one thing—"

"You are not living for TA, but for yourself."

…

The video has been hung up for a long time.

Rong Huai played back the call over and over again-he quietly turned on the screen recording function of the phone.

Like a traveler trekking in the desert, he will greedily draw even a drop of water.

Every sentence is the most tender, but also the most cruel.

I don’t know how many times it has been looped.

Rong Huai pressed the pause button.

"Fuck... Stop being passionate, I didn't like you."

After a while, his eyelashes trembled and his voice was hoarse, dyed in his crying cavity:

"...I don't like you that much."

The boy stroked his hair irritably and slammed his punch into the sandbag.

The heavy sandbag was knocked open and rebounded again.

He punched the sandbag, not only venting, but also suppressing.

After exhaustion.

The teenager half-kneeled on the ground, breathing disorderly.

"Pattern—"

There are water stains dripping on the floor.

"I like you."

"But... but I like to be here." He seemed to convince himself, "I can do it... right..."

The empty room, no one answered, like a teenager's heart, eventually buried.