Friday morning self-study.
In the back row of Class Eight, one of the four seats in a row was empty.
Only three heroes remained.
In the front row, Dan Kaiquan, who was reciting classical Chinese texts, would occasionally look back with a sympathetic smile on his face.
Last night, Brother Nan bombarded his online boyfriend with a hundred messages, repeating countless times "I don't believe it!"
However, the result he faced was getting blocked and deleted as a friend.
That night, Brother Nan was hurt.
With red eyes, he sat in the sports field all night long.
The sports field connects to the back gate of Fourth Middle School, and a few stray dogs kept Brother Nan company throughout the night.
Dan Kaiquan's current state of mind was odd, feeling both sympathy and an urge to laugh.
"Brother Nan, really too pitiful."
"Online romance, there's no good outcome, real-life love is much more reliable."
Dan Kaiquan was a man who relished in the tangible.
