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Sitting in the cafeteria, I fell silent again, recalling the scene I'd witnessed during break. The sky was overcast and gloomy; due to the weather, it was almost like nighttime in broad daylight. I leaned against the railing on the roof of the school building, gazing into the distance.
“Luvian,” a voice came from behind me.
“So you came all this way just to call my name?” I asked expressionlessly.
“You haven’t changed. So cold, so cold it scares me!” she said with a cold laugh, a laugh that seemed to emanate from the mouth of a thousand-year-old corpse.
“Is your laugh warm?” I retorted coldly in return.
“You, you’re something else. I never thought I’d always fall for a middle schooler.” She still had that annoying expression.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to class. Middle school isn’t a time to skip classes casually. Besides, I have no interest in the lewd laughter of an old woman.” With that, I turned to leave. "You! You're still so mean. Anyway, back to the point, you—"
"Luvian, what's wrong? Why are you spacing out again?" Alice stared intently at my face with her big, round eyes.
"I'm not spacing out. I'm eating a hamburger, aren't I?" I said, waving the hamburger in my hand.
"Really? But you've been holding it for over ten minutes and haven't taken a single bite." She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, really? Has it been that long?" I said, taking a bite of the hamburger and chewing.
"Look." She said, waving the hamburger in her hand, as if to say, "Look, I've almost finished it."
"What's wrong with you today? Is something on your mind? You've been spacing out the whole time. If there's anything I can do to help, please tell me, okay?" Looking at her considerate expression, I couldn't help but nod. I think only she could make me feel this way. After lunch, we went to the library together. She continued reading her unfinished *Pride and Prejudice*, while I casually picked up a book and sat down at the table. The scene from the break between classes resurfaced in my mind.
"What are you going to do with that girl?" she asked maliciously.
"So, you were the mouse hiding in the corner!" I exclaimed.
"Who are you calling a mouse?" she roared.
"I don't think the cat needs to tell the mouse who the mouse is!" I used a small analogy.
"You," Luvian paused for a moment, then continued, "as her creator, you didn't teach her anything!"
"Since when did it become your place to meddle in my affairs?" I questioned her bluntly.
"Don't be so fierce. I wouldn't dare meddle in your affairs; I was just kindly reminding you." Accompanying these words was that disgusting laugh, but this time, the laughter seemed to be mixed with anger. It seemed her heart was no longer as calm as it used to be. "I never imagined that after a thousand years, you still haven't learned how to be a proper nobleman," I remarked coldly.
"You! I'm leaving now." With that, she drifted away, as if I were the one causing her trouble—just like a child.
I patted the dust off my hands, which were leaning against the railing, and glanced at the dark gray sky. It looked like it was about to rain again. Just then, the school bell rang, and I turned and headed towards my classroom.
Coming back to my senses, I noticed a boy across from me staring intently. I ignored him and lowered my head to read. Then, I realized I was holding an unknown Spanish novel. I was quite impressed with my luck—finding a Spanish novel in a regular middle school library. Now I understood why the boy across from me was staring so intently; he had noticed the strange book in my hand but was too embarrassed to say anything. It was quite ridiculous. I didn't tell Alice, probably because I was afraid she would laugh at me, or maybe because I was afraid she would question me about why I was so distracted. In short, I hadn't told her for certain reasons.
"Luvian, what are you thinking about?" Alice nudged me from my reverie.
"Nothing," I replied coldly. I was used to this kind of daydreaming; or rather, "silence" would be more accurate. Perhaps it wasn't suitable for a girl my age; Alice was a perfect example of the opposite.
"That's good. Let's go get lunch. We're having KFC today." Before I could react, she grabbed my hand and dashed towards the KFC across from the school, swooping down on her prey like a bat hunting its prey.
Sitting in the cafeteria, I fell silent again, recalling the scene I'd witnessed during break. The sky was overcast and gloomy; due to the weather, it felt almost like nighttime in broad daylight. I leaned against the railing on the roof of the school building, gazing into the distance.
"Luvian," a voice came from behind me.
"Did you come all this way just to call my name?" I asked expressionlessly.
"You haven't changed at all, so cold, so cold it scares me!" she said with a cold laugh, a laugh that seemed to emanate from the mouth of a thousand-year-old corpse.
"Is your laugh warm?" I retorted coldly in return.
"You, you're something else. I never thought I'd always fall for a middle schooler." She still had that annoying expression.
"If there's nothing else, I'm going back to class. Middle school isn't a time to skip classes casually. Besides, I have no interest in that old woman's lewd laughter." With that, I turned to leave.
"You! You're still so sarcastic. Anyway, back to the point, you—"
"Luvian, what's wrong? Why are you daydreaming again?" Alice stared intently at my face with her wide, round eyes.
"I'm not daydreaming. I'm eating a hamburger, aren't I?" I said, waving the hamburger in my hand.
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