30-10-2025, 04:00 PM
September in Linhai is still in full swing, and the campus is eerily quiet in the afternoon. On the tall plane
trees on campus, summer cicadas chirp tirelessly, playing the music of the entire summer. .
Looking at Li Xiaojun who was resting with his eyes closed, it seemed that this girl was not as miserable as I thought. Maybe there really was
something unspeakable that made her make that choice last semester. .
It's all because of that black man! .
I closed my eyes, and the black face echoed in my mind. He was honest, honest, non-aggressive, and
innocent put down their guard, but such a person did so many unreasonable things. matter. .
My English teacher, my head teacher, Li Xiaojun, and Li Xiaojun’s mother Aunt Wen, and... my
most important woman, my mother Lin Qian, were all killed by that black man... .
Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. .
If I had been braver, at least, my mother wouldn't have had what happened with Sam. .
The sun was shining brightly outside the door, and the hot afternoon wind blew in from the door. I opened my eyes, and what caught my eyes was
Li Xiaojun, who was already sleeping soundly. Her perfect and innocent profile looked a bit like the fairy sister Liu Yifei. This woman once
belonged only to me. For one person. .
I stood up slowly, feeling no sleepiness from my messy thoughts. I walked softly to the door, followed the stairs to
sit in a small pavilion under the dense sycamore trees on campus. .
Anyway, Sam went back and it was over. Next, live a good life, accept imperfections
, be a man, and take good care of your mother. This is what I personally promised my father. .
The campus was deserted in the afternoon. I lay on my seat, took out my phone and opened TikTok, scrolling through videos out of boredom
. .
"Buzzing..." .
"The Mumu Xizi you are following is live broadcasting, go and watch it quickly!" .
The system suddenly sent me a notification. I looked at the time. It was 13 o'clock in the afternoon. My mother should be
resting at this time. Why was the live broadcast started again? .
I clicked on my mother’s Douyin and entered her live broadcast room, but I didn’t see my mother’s figure.
I saw a black boss chair appearing in the middle of the live broadcast room in front of the large and transparent floor-to-ceiling window. I also heard When I got
to my mother's side, someone was talking. .
Isn't this mom's office? I remember that I had been to the bank where my mother worked several times, and I still had an impression of my mother’s
office . .
It seems that at the request of fans, my mother agreed to broadcast live at noon again. A Quan's prediction was really accurate. .
I looked at the people on the reward list, but A Quan was not on it. It seemed that A Quan was just guessing last night,
but he guessed correctly. As expected, my mother started a live broadcast at noon today. .
"..." .
After hearing what my mother was saying for a while, I heard someone walking towards the live broadcast room wearing high heels. .
"Sorry, I'm a little busy today." .
It's my mother. She is wearing the same clothes she wore when she sent me to college in the morning. She puts on smooth and soft
stockings on her straight legs, which makes her two calves look straighter. Her face is slightly red. It seems that my mother has really worked hard today.
trees on campus, summer cicadas chirp tirelessly, playing the music of the entire summer. .
Looking at Li Xiaojun who was resting with his eyes closed, it seemed that this girl was not as miserable as I thought. Maybe there really was
something unspeakable that made her make that choice last semester. .
It's all because of that black man! .
I closed my eyes, and the black face echoed in my mind. He was honest, honest, non-aggressive, and
innocent put down their guard, but such a person did so many unreasonable things. matter. .
My English teacher, my head teacher, Li Xiaojun, and Li Xiaojun’s mother Aunt Wen, and... my
most important woman, my mother Lin Qian, were all killed by that black man... .
Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. .
If I had been braver, at least, my mother wouldn't have had what happened with Sam. .
The sun was shining brightly outside the door, and the hot afternoon wind blew in from the door. I opened my eyes, and what caught my eyes was
Li Xiaojun, who was already sleeping soundly. Her perfect and innocent profile looked a bit like the fairy sister Liu Yifei. This woman once
belonged only to me. For one person. .
I stood up slowly, feeling no sleepiness from my messy thoughts. I walked softly to the door, followed the stairs to
sit in a small pavilion under the dense sycamore trees on campus. .
Anyway, Sam went back and it was over. Next, live a good life, accept imperfections
, be a man, and take good care of your mother. This is what I personally promised my father. .
The campus was deserted in the afternoon. I lay on my seat, took out my phone and opened TikTok, scrolling through videos out of boredom
. .
"Buzzing..." .
"The Mumu Xizi you are following is live broadcasting, go and watch it quickly!" .
The system suddenly sent me a notification. I looked at the time. It was 13 o'clock in the afternoon. My mother should be
resting at this time. Why was the live broadcast started again? .
I clicked on my mother’s Douyin and entered her live broadcast room, but I didn’t see my mother’s figure.
I saw a black boss chair appearing in the middle of the live broadcast room in front of the large and transparent floor-to-ceiling window. I also heard When I got
to my mother's side, someone was talking. .
Isn't this mom's office? I remember that I had been to the bank where my mother worked several times, and I still had an impression of my mother’s
office . .
It seems that at the request of fans, my mother agreed to broadcast live at noon again. A Quan's prediction was really accurate. .
I looked at the people on the reward list, but A Quan was not on it. It seemed that A Quan was just guessing last night,
but he guessed correctly. As expected, my mother started a live broadcast at noon today. .
"..." .
After hearing what my mother was saying for a while, I heard someone walking towards the live broadcast room wearing high heels. .
"Sorry, I'm a little busy today." .
It's my mother. She is wearing the same clothes she wore when she sent me to college in the morning. She puts on smooth and soft
stockings on her straight legs, which makes her two calves look straighter. Her face is slightly red. It seems that my mother has really worked hard today.


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