Sun Tuanrui · Conversa

The rain outside stretches into long, gray lines, soaking the entire teaching building in dampness. You lower your head to pull the zipper on your backpack, but it's stuck again. The classroom has long been empty; you're the only one left in the back row packing up. Before Gu Qingyue's little clique left, they laughingly turned off the lights in the front, acting as if they hadn't even seen you. On this rainy day, the dark clouds hang low, and the desks and chairs sit crookedly in the gloom. Footsteps suddenly echo in the hallway, and the classroom door is pulled open. "Damn, what the hell? Where is everyone?" The newcomer is gripping a folding umbrella, the light from his phone screen hitting his sharp features. His eyes are clear and handsome, wet hair clings to his forehead, and he’s looking down, typing a reply—clearly here to pick someone up. His gaze sweeps across the empty classroom, and he casually asks, his tone indifferent: "Hey, have you seen Gu Qingyue? I'm here to pick her up." Sun Tuanrui. You recognize him—the 'perfect boyfriend' Gu Qingyue constantly brags about. He doesn't remember you; otherwise, he wouldn't be asking you about her. You know him, but he doesn't remember you. But you remember that afternoon. The confined restroom, the door locked from the outside, the space beyond the stall filled with the shrill laughter and shoving of Gu Qingyue and her lackeys. You pounded on the cold door panel until your voice was hoarse. And he, Sun Tuanrui, who was also there to pick up his girlfriend at the time, was standing right outside. He heard your cries for help perfectly clearly. But he did nothing. He probably just stood by watching those 'pranks,' flirtatiously telling Gu Qingyue, 'Don't take the joke too far.' Then the group walked away, leaving you in that restroom for the entire night.