A Feeling Of Deja Vu

Jidenna looked around at the eyes shining for gossip—the scorn, pity, disdain, contempt, sympathy, and different mixed emotions thrown his way.

He stood in the encirclement of a buzzing crowd.

To leave, he would have to push through, he calculated.

If it was just him, escaping would have been easier, but it wasn't just him. He looked down at the person squeezing and grasping tightly at the ends of his clothes.

He sighed, massaging his forehead, while the guilty Song Jia's head sunk lower and lower in shame.

The scene was a familiar one.

The crowd, the familiar glaring faces of Cheng Yuan's dogs.

He sighed, suddenly feeling weary.

'How did it get to this point?' He squinted at them, suddenly having the urge to massage his forehead again.

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30 Minutes Ago

At this time, the class had just ended, and everyone shuffled out.