Further ahead, there were several colleagues from the same company. They had a harmonious atmosphere but not close enough to be called "good friends". On their right side was a mother-daughter pair, rich people, both of whom seemed introverted. The solitary woman in the corner should be an office lady. Not far away, a man stood, looking refined but with gloomy eyes...

  He walked past from outside the window.

  My heart skipped a beat, and then I saw that there was also a girl beside him. The girls hands were wrapped around his arm, and the two bodies were very close together. His face was turned towards the outside of the boat, so I couldnt see his expression. But I could see the girls face, which was very pretty, with tears in her eyes, looking at him with a wronged expression.

  My heart sank, and I felt a hint of irritation rising up. Without hesitation, I got up and followed him, wanting to see what was going on.

  If shes his girlfriend, then hes probably a scumbag. And yet he still dares to drink my green plum wine!

  The corridor was empty, I walked quickly to the end, quite far from the cafeteria. As expected, his voice came from around the corner, very cold and low: "You yourself said, with such grades, who can you be worthy of?"

  I stopped in my tracks. Hesitated for a moment, and cautiously poked my head out. Then I saw behind the corner, an intense scene.

  The girl was pressed against the wall by his hand. She lowered her head, almost to the ground, and kept wiping away tears. He had a gloomy face, with bulging veins on his forehead, and was completely different from just before. His other hand still clutched a book, which was almost crumpled into pulp.

  "He yelled: You said youve never traveled, Ill take you. This money didnt fall from the sky, its what I got as a share of profits after helping my mentor with projects for countless sleepless nights. When can you be sensible? How many times have you taken the 4th level exam and still not passed? You only know how to eat, drink, play and your grades are terrible, how will you find work in the future? Rely on me to support you? Hmm? Is that what you think? Why arent you speaking? Look into my eyes, dont lower your head! How can you not dare look into my eyes?"

  Thats a bit too harsh.

  I suddenly felt like I didnt know him anymore. In fact, I still dont really know him. No matter what this girl is to him, I suddenly had a feeling of losing interest in him.

  A feeling of emptiness in both hands suddenly.

  He turned around and was about to leave, but he scolded again: "Even if the grades are not good, dont you have time to participate in social activities to improve your comprehensive ability, read some useful books and take a few more qualification certificates? Dont you know how big the competition is in society now? Every day, just reading these ghost books, talking about love and nonsense, garbage! What can be achieved like this?"

  He slammed the book in his hand on the ground.

  I had originally planned to let him off. Not to care whether he was playing with two boats, nor would I attend his appointment. However, the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of the cover of that book.

  It felt like someone poked my forehead with a live wire, although the current was weak, but my whole head was electrified all at once.

  Cover prominently printed with - Author: Qi Zhu.

  Damn it, thats the book I wrote.

  I slowly lifted my head, and he also sensed that there was someone beside him at this time. He turned his head to see me, and was taken aback for a moment. The fierce gloom in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

  I curled up the corner of my mouth and let out a cold hum - my gay friend said that this expression is very suitable, both cheap and arrogant, and people are disgusted - then I walked away in his suddenly surprised face.

  That was my first encounter with him. I thought he was a great guy and that I had really hit the jackpot. Who knew he was a scumbag who would even trample on my book, thinking hes superior.

  When I slammed the door and went back to my room, I thought, this rotten peach, even if he begged me to come back, I wouldnt want him anymore.