Du Hang was a man with a high IQ and EQ. He had a maturity that did not match his age, but he did not care to pretend. That was why he did not fit in with the crowd in high school. Even though his grades were excellent, he liked to sit in a dark corner and coldly observe his peers doing stupid things one after another.
Du Hang did not have friends, nor did he care about love, because he felt that most of them were "fake." If he wanted to make friends and pursue a girl, he had to make some changes to cater to the other party. Of course, the other party would also change in the process.
Therefore, the more he loved someone, the less he was like himself.
Du Hang pursued the "real thing."
Now that he was in college, Du Hang still sat in a corner and observed his peers, just like he did in high school. He wanted to see how they enjoyed their so-called youth.
However, to him, youth was a lie, a sin. People who eulogized youth were always deceiving themselves and those around them. They were positive about themselves and their environment. As long as the word "youth" was mentioned, they would be misinterpreted by common sense or common sense. To them, lies, secrets, crimes, and even failures were just seasonings of youth. If youth was a symbol of failure, then those who could not make friends were in the midst of youth. However, they would not admit this. All of this was just an excuse to benefit themselves.
As Du Hang thought about it, he skillfully wrote this passage into his phone. As a creator, it was necessary to record his insights at all times.
Among all his classmates, the one that caught Du Hang's attention the most was undoubtedly Han Leng. He had also read Han Leng's "Beautiful April." He felt that Han Leng's writing skills and character portrayal were quite good. He could be said to be a genius in the field of writing.
If there was a chance, Du Hang hoped to exchange writing experiences with Han Leng. How did Han Leng manage to portray a female character like "Chu Luoxun?" Did something unforgettable happen?
However, Du Hang saw that Han Leng was so popular among the boys. In a very short period of time, he seemed to have formed a small group centered around Han Leng. Therefore, he temporarily gave up on the idea of approaching Han Leng.
He had to admit that he was a little jealous. At the same time, he felt that it must be a very tiring thing. After all, he was different from Han Leng.
The class meeting ended just like that. Du Hang waited until everyone had left the classroom before he slowly got up and put his hands in his pockets. He habitually lowered his head and walked forward with his back slightly bent, as if he did not know what it meant to hold one's head high and chest out.
There seemed to be a lonely domain around Du Hang, repelling anyone who wanted to get close to him.
No, it should be said that there was no one in this world who would want to get close to him. After all, no matter how you looked at it, there was no possibility of getting close to him, unless he revealed the fact that he was actually a writer.
However, Du Hang was obviously not like Han Leng, who became famous and became an idol writer. His books did not sell well, but of course, they were not flops. However, in the field of writing, he was advancing step by step. Perhaps one day, his various principles would be regarded as a standard by the readers, and they would respectfully call him "Great Teacher" or something.
Just as Du Hang was silently walking behind his class, casually observing the university campus where he was about to spend the next four years of his life, he did not expect that a classmate would actually greet him, and it was a girl!
Hey, what kind of third-rate web novel was this? Could it be that because he habitually sat in the back corner of the classroom, and because he did not fit in with the crowd, he exuded a strong aura of loneliness and mystery, which made girls curious, and they could not help but approach him? Was he really that charismatic?
As Du Hang thought of this, he smiled mockingly. It looked so malicious and rotten. He was not mocking others, but himself. Even in the midst of loneliness, suffering from severe chuunibyou syndrome, he still craved the attention of others?
"Hello, Du Hang. What do you think of the campus?" Zhao Youyue had a gentle smile on her face. Coincidentally, or perhaps it was all part of her plan, she took the initiative to strike up a conversation with this boy who did not fit in with the crowd.
Zhao Youyue had always been like this. She liked to try things that others could not. She was also willing to interact with weirdos in real life. Perhaps this kind of thing would please her?
Du Hang gave her the feeling of a wounded lone wolf. Was it worth nurturing and reforming such a person?
Du Hang was not at a loss when a girl in his class took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him. After mocking himself for a while, he appeared to be quite calm. He replied, "The scenery is not bad, but the people are about the same … I'm sorry I didn't pay attention when I introduced myself. What's your name?"
"My name is Zhao Youyue. My apologies for not having a strong presence."
"Looking for superior?"
"Erm … Zhao Youyue."
"Actually, it doesn't matter what your name is. So, what is your purpose?"
"Is it strange to have a casual chat with a classmate? If you insist on a purpose, it's because you're alone. Don't you find it boring? "
"Of course it's strange. If it were any other boy, your actions would definitely cause misunderstandings. One hundred percent: Does she like me?"
"Eh? Do all boys overthink things? Why don't you? "Zhao Youyue said excitedly.
Du Hang's expression turned serious. His lazy gaze became firm. He said solemnly, "Because I hate gentle girls."
Zhao Youyue pursed her lips into a smile and said, "Alright, I understand. After all, gentleness is just a lie, a disguise."
Du Hang was slightly surprised. He had originally thought that Zhao Youyue was just a gentle girl, the kind that would easily give men the wrong impression.
He hated gentle girls. Just a slight greeting from the other party would cause his imagination to run wild. If they exchanged text messages, his heart would be in turmoil. The day he received a call from the other party, he would smile foolishly at the caller ID.
However, he knew that it was just gentleness. People who were gentle to him would also be gentle to others. He had almost forgotten about this.
If the truth was cruel, then lies would be gentle. Gentleness was just a lie. Time and time again, he had failed. He did not know when it started, but he had lost hope.
Therefore, he hated gentle girls no matter what, even if they were kind to him.
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