What Should I Do If My Deskmate is Too Clingy?

Nan Jia might have a lot of impulsiveness in asking this, but she didn't regret it after she said it, and she even imagined in her mind the reaction Yu Xinan might have.

If the other party says no, then they can still be at the same table, roommates and friends; if the other party answers yes, she will probably say decisively, "But I don't like you."

This is Nan Jia. He is so gentle to those he likes, and he doesn't give any chance to those he doesn't like.

However, this time Nan Jia's radar was probably overturned, and Yu Xinan's reaction was different from what she had seen before.

"Yeah, I like you very much." The other party's tone was light and light, and there was no shyness, dodging, and anxiety after being pierced by the mind, only calm.

The innocent and pure smile on Yu Xinan's face told her that the liking the other party said should only be the liking between friends. After all, not everyone is like her, and fortunately, the other party is different from her. Nan Jia breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to feel a little lost, but she was quickly ignored by her.

She took a sip and slumped back onto the sofa.

"Hey, Yu Xinan." Nan Jia's tone was casual, suddenly curious, "Why do you like me?"

It seems that from the first meeting, the other party has a surprisingly high degree of favorability towards him. On the other hand, looking at her relationship with other people, she always feels a little cramped.

"Because you're very good..." When she spoke, her eyes were crystal clear, as if a dazzling light had been sprinkled inside.

Nan Jia is really good.

She is free, free and easy, willful, arrogant and brave...

On the other hand, she doesn't know how to say beautiful words, and she doesn't have a smart mind. Her dull personality always makes her look out of place in the crowd. stupid, dull, timid, cowardly, unpopular...

There is a complementary law in the principle of attraction that shows that people are easily attracted to people who are completely different from themselves. Because they are different, they are more able to see each other's shining points.

This is probably how Yu Xinan feels about Nan Jia. It can be said that the things she has in the other person are what she longs for but it is difficult to have. She yearns and hopes to be a person like Nan Jia.

Of course, it's not just that. The more important reason is that Nan Jia is clearly perceived by her. Apart from her family, she is one of the few people who show pure kindness to her.

"Also," she looked at Nan Jia with a sincere expression, "you are my only friend."

"The only one?" Nan Jia raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little puzzled, "Where are your former friends? And Yu Jingshi and the others, aren't they?"

"Not before." Yu Xinan answered the previous question first.

People who hurt her in the name of friends should not be counted as friends. This is what Nan Jia told her, so she has no friends.

However, "Shi Shi and the others are classmates."

Past experiences have made Yu Xinan both cherish and fear the word friend. She is always dull and can't tell whether other people's good feelings are real or fake, so she can only use the most clumsy method, look at everyone vigilantly, and therefore needs more time to accept others.

But Nan Jia is not among the others.

For Yu Xinan's double standard, Nan Jia felt a little smug in her heart, but she hid this smugly well and didn't show it.

She turned her body in a different direction, leaned closer to the other party and asked with a smile, "Why are they classmates and I'm a friend?"

Yu Xinan answered truthfully, "Because you are different."

"Why am I different?" Nan Jia continued to ask.

"Because, because..." Yu Xinan was stupid at first, and under her continuous questioning, she didn't know where to explain it for a while.

"Because of what?" Nan Jia's tone was frivolous. Seeing Yu Xinan being forced into embarrassment by her, not only did she not feel guilty, but she even went too far.

Seeing the teasing on her face, Yu Xinan finally realized that she was probably being tricked, a slight look of embarrassment flashed across her face, and her cheeks bulged slightly with anger.

Seeing this, Nan Jia felt a sense of revenge in his heart.

Ever since she met Yu Xinan, she has always been choked on by the other party, but this time, Nan Jia couldn't take it easy. Moreover, she was also a little curious about what a gentle person like Yu Xinan looked like when he was angry.

However, at least Nan Jia couldn't see it this time.

Yu Xinan was only annoyed for a moment, then organized some words in her mind, and explained slowly, "Because you helped me, you told me that my real friends would not hurt me, and encouraged me to be brave..."

She counted them one by one, explaining what Nanjia meant to her.

And Nan Jia finally remembered something from her words.

It seems to be the second year of junior high. At that time, she hadn't found out what was wrong between Shen You and Nan Yongwang. Life was going well, and when she was in a particularly good mood, she was willing to help others.

That day, it seemed that I had invited people from No. 3 Middle School to play together. On the way, a few girls happened to be bullying a child. At first, it was just all kinds of abuse and belittling, and then started to slap in the face.

Nan Jia really couldn't bear it, and smashed the basketball in his hand at the leading girl, "What are you doing? Bullying children is very capable!"

"Ah!" The girl who was hit on the shoulder cried out in pain, covering the place where she was hit with her hands while looking back at the evildoer not far away.

"You are sick." The girl turned around and cursed with a black face, but more words were hoarse in her throat after seeing the other party's appearance.

The troublemaker was a tall, thin and tall girl, wearing a black and white school uniform, with a black backpack casually hanging from her left shoulder, and her right hand still maintaining the posture of throwing a ball. What sets her apart from ordinary middle school students is her hair, which is a nice mint green.

In the eyes of most people, people with unusual hair color like Nan Jia are more common among the little girls on the street or the students of vocational high school.

Although these people are sloppy, they are only in front of their peers. When they meet someone who is more stubborn than them, they immediately turn into turtles with shrunken heads, and they don't dare to fart.

Nan Jia took two steps forward to retrieve his blue ball, with an arrogant expression, "Yes, I have a disease. This disease is called 'Looking at the injustice and drawing a knife to help', can you help me cure it?"

The humane next to the leading girl said, "I think you have a middle school illness."

Nan Jia glanced at the other party, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly, but she wasn't too angry. Anyway, it wasn't the first time someone said that she was a junior.

She flipped the basketball in her hand and glanced at the faces of the row of people, "I haven't tried basketball to smash people's faces. Congratulations, you are fortunate to be the first batch of lucky ones."

"What are you kidding?" another freckled girl screamed, not forgetting to stretch out her hand to protect her face.

The leading girl tugged at her sleeve to stop her from scolding.

Among this group of people, she is relatively sensible. It's enough to do things like bullying classmates behind their backs, and it's not good for them to make a fuss and be known to them. And people like Nan Jia are not something they can afford.

Enduring the pain in her shoulder, the girl dragged the girl who had just been beaten and explained to Nan Jia, "You misunderstood, we are friends and we were just kidding."

"Play?" Nan Jia sneered, and then made a sudden realization, "Oh, then I'm playing with you too."

The leading girl smiled stiffly when she heard the words, "No need..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was severely smashed by a basketball flying towards him.

Nan Jia moved neatly, and after smashing one, he immediately retracted the ball and continued to smash the next one. The other party also reacted quickly and began to unite to stop Nan Jia, but Nan Jia's fighting skills are not comparable to their little scoundrels. Run away sullenly.

Looking at the backs of everyone fleeing, Nan Jia whistled happily, then turned to look at the shivering little pitiful hiding in the corner.

The child is not tall, about a head shorter than her, and the wide blue and white school uniform on her body makes her too thin. Due to the previous action, the girl's long black hair became a little messy. Nan Jia reached out to help her smooth it, but was subconsciously avoided by the person who was still in fear.

"Children, don't be afraid, they're gone." Nan Jia cleared her throat and said in a soft voice, "Sister just wants to help you get your hair done, okay?"

"I'm sorry." The child apologized first, and then slowly raised his head, revealing a childish and cute face, half of which could be vaguely red and swollen.

It's really a child, Nan Jia waved, "It's alright, don't tell me I'm sorry, do you want me to help you with your hair first?"

With a timid expression on the child's face, she gently shook her head and refused Nan Jia's request for help. She combed her hair with her fingers and tied it again with a rubber band.

Nan Jia also took advantage of this time to squat down, picked up the schoolbag that fell on the ground, and handed it to her after the other party finished arranging it.

The child took it hesitantly, hugged it to his chest and looked at Nan Jia and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Nan Jia said indifferently.

The child in front of him has a very flattering and well-behaved face, and his words are polite. Out of love for the weak, Nan Jia asked in a responsible attitude, "Little boy, why did you come here alone, and why didn't you go with your classmates?"

"..." The person opposite was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Those people just now were my classmates."

Nan Jia heard the words, and a touch of embarrassment crossed his face. Perhaps the other party's face was too deceptive, and Nan Jia subconsciously ignored that the school uniforms on several people were actually the same.

"Okay." Nan Jia asked her again, "Why didn't you call someone when you were bullied just now?"

"No, they are my friends, it's because I did something wrong, not to bully me on purpose..."

She wanted to defend others, but the grievances and sadness in her heart kept reminding her that it was not the case, so the more she talked, the less confident she became, and she was completely silent in the end.

Well, Nan Jia understands, it seems that this is not the first time that people and children have been brainwashed.

"Friend?" She looked at the other person inexplicably.

Guiltily, the child lowered his head and dared not look at each other, and said weakly, "Fan Jie said we are friends..."

"Okay, friend." Nan Jia was a little annoyed, she thought she was a poor little child, but she didn't expect to live up to her expectations, she patiently tried one last time to see if she could guide this little guy to get back astray, "Then you say Say, what did you do wrong to deserve your 'friends' doing this to you?"

Nan Jia deliberately emphasized the tone of the three words "friends", which was full of sarcasm.

The other party probably understood, his ears flushed red, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I accidentally bumped into her desk after class..."

It is such a trivial matter, and not only this trivial matter, as long as they want to, they can always find an excuse.

She couldn't help crying, and said while crying, "She was very good at first, she apologized to me, and I forgave her. I didn't want to care about her, but she kept following me and accompany me. Do my homework together, help me on duty, others will bully me and speak for me, I thought she got better..."

As if she had been suppressed for a long time and finally found someone to talk to, she couldn't wait to cry out all the grievances in her heart.

That day, the child cried for a long time, and Nan Jia didn't even play the ball, so he squatted there and cried with her all afternoon.

In fact, Nan Jia didn't fully understand what happened between them until the end, but she knew how to do some things.

"Anyway, this kind of person who does harm in the name of a friend is not worthy of the word friend. Little friend, if you are sober, you should be called an enemy." Nan Jia suggested sincerely in the tone of an old man. "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, remember to ask people for help in time. Teachers and parents are fine. See who is helpful. My sister suggested that you should go home today and tell your parents about it. I don't know what's going on in your home. Better to change schools."

Hearing the words, the child nodded with red and swollen eyes, "I see."

"Also, be tough in the future, don't be such a waste." Nan Jia touched her head, but this time the other party didn't hide, "Only if you are tough enough, others will not bully you, understand?"

"Yeah." The child continued to nod.

"Okay, let's go home, my sister is gone." Nan Jia was considered to be doing his best to send people home.

"elder sister."

Nan Jia turned around, and there were two more lines of tears on the child's face. She asked, "What's wrong?"

The child hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeves, shook his head and said, "No, thank you sister, goodbye sister."

"goodbye."

…

At the end of the memory, Nan Jia looked at the clean and beautiful little fellow at the same table in front of him, and then compared the little guy who was crying like a cat in his memory, and sighed, "So you are the poor little one."

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