If You Want Me

As soon as Debbie finished her words, she saw that the face of her classmate who had just pretended to be a gentle changed. He showed his canine teeth and threatened, "what do you think?"

As a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, Debbie didn't dare to think too much when she was threatened. She immediately nodded and bowed to get the book.

In fact, she didn't have anything to jot down, because the teachers that the school arranged for class F were almost perfunctory. They didn't teach much seriously, and most of the time the students had to taught themselves.

When her classmates were quarreling, the teacher pretended not to hear anything and turned a blind eye to the solution. Seeing this, Debbie suddenly felt a little depressed.

When Debbie was in primary school, she thought her teacher was too strict to let her talk in private. And now the teacher was too lazy, which made her a little uncomfortable.

The desk mate who had woken up looked at her, who was staring at the half finished examination paper with annoyance, tutted, and then sneered, "Miss Debbie, if you don't want to help me, just say it. You don't have to look at my books like this, do you?"

As he spoke, he took back his book.

The surroundings were in a mess. Debbie was a little annoyed, but the boy sitting behind her began to scream again.

Debbie didn't hear clearly what he was talking about. Anyway, it wouldn't be something pleasant to hear.

Debbie didn't answer him, nor did she make him feel bored. Instead, she wanted to know what could make him so depressed like now. "What are you thinking about?"

It seemed that when she met stranger, she even felt the urge to talk to him.

"Nothing."

"Well, your eyebrows are so wrinkled that they can kill mosquitoes. Don't tell a lie so obviously to me. I could tell that you have something in your mind."

“……” Debbie paused writing English words and left a deep mark on the smooth paper. She gritted her teeth and said, "I want to go to the rocket class."

"What? You mean the best class?" A scream of surprise sudde

coldly, "we're not on the same way."

That boy was stunned. He found a key in the pocket of his school uniform and said in a frivolous tone, "I saw you take the same bus with me this morning. How dare you lie to me? You are so naughty."

Debbie was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

When she was about to figure out another excuse to refuse her deakmate, a sad face suddenly appeared at the window. Baron stared at her with his face strangely pale.

Before Debbie could say anything, Baron left.

The boy who had got the key behind her stood up and naturally saw Barno who stared at Debbie with an upset look just now. He touched his head and said, "it's really late for the rocket class to end their lesson. I played basketball just now and saw them being left in the classroom for study."

When that boy touched his head and sighed, the girl who was pulled by him at the beginning ran out, which made the young boy who almost fell down.

"What an ungrateful guy!"

Debbie quickly ran out and soon saw Baron, who didn't want to leave alone at all. He slowed down and stepped on the sunshine on the ground.

Baron breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the hurried running sound behind him. At the corner, he could still see the long shadow of Debbie.

"Baron, wait for me. Don't go so fast. I can't keep up with you."

Although Baron didn't reply, he did slow down.