Drenched in wind and rain, you come from the sea (22)

  Life is like a game, everyone plays different roles in the game, only the strongest player can win at the end of the game.

  Lucy Yang had always thought that she was a misfit, and as long as she was a misfit, she wouldn't be drawn into the game. So when she ran back to the classroom and saw her desk with the huge words "No Shame" written in white chalk by someone unknown, she realized that her former self had been too naive.

  Lucy stood silently in front of her seat, staring at the snow-white "shameless" on the desktop, unable to say a word for a long time.

  What should I say? Complain? Or scold?

  Who else is going to tell her who the real culprit is?

  The classroom was very quiet at that time, and the teacher unexpectedly arrived late and had not yet appeared in the classroom. Bai Mo didn't know where to go, her seat was empty.

  Lucy Yang stood there woodenly, the thin cool breeze slipping through the window and blowing in, bringing a refreshing feeling to every classmate. But at this moment, Lucy Yang felt that her brain was slowly swelling, as if it had been inflated and was about to burst open. She even felt that the gentle breeze coming from the window was a bit cold, carrying a faint chill, spreading throughout her body.

  But had just left the classroom for a while, and when I came back, I saw these three words that shocked me.

  No one had ever scolded Lucy Yang for being shameless, nor had she ever scolded anyone else for being shameless. The only time she heard the phrase was when her father's infidelity was exposed and her mother furiously scolded him, "Don't be shameless!" So, these three words became sensitive to Lucy from a young age, and now they suddenly appeared on the desktop, easily evoking a sense of shame that enveloped her.

  It wasn't until much later that Lucy Yang slowly raised her arm, preparing to wipe away the three words, when she was suddenly grabbed by Bai Mo, who had appeared at some unknown time beside her. At that moment, Bai Mo's hands were still dripping with water, probably from having just come out of the bathroom.

  Lu Xiyang gazed blankly at Bai Mo, who was staring hatefully at the three words, then suddenly grabbed a book from the desk and raised it high before slamming it down with a loud crash. "Who did this?!" she bellowed to the entire classroom.

  The quiet classroom was suddenly filled with sparse cries of surprise, and all eyes were like sharp lights that gathered on Bai Muo's body.

  Lucy Yang, however, did not respond to Bai Mo. She lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and once again raised her arm, using both hands to wipe away the three words on the table. But the more she wiped, the more aggrieved she felt, tears welling up in her eyes. Yet she kept her eyes wide open, letting the mist dissipate from within.

  Mustn't cry. Absolutely mustn't cry.

  Nothing to cry about. It's just three Chinese characters.

  "Stop wiping!" Bai Mo suddenly shouted loudly at Lucy Yang, but Lucy Yang seemed to have not heard him and continued to wipe the table vigorously.

  Even so, Lucy knew that Bai Mu was very angry at this time, and even angrier than her.

  In less than a moment, the words on the desktop were erased by Lucy Yang, but the desktop was wiped clean with a layer of grayish white, and the entire table was covered with a thin layer of white powder that couldn't be wiped clean no matter how hard she tried.

  Lucy Yang bent down, wanting to reach into the drawer to search for tissues.

  But at this moment, Lucy Yang's hand was in the drawer for an instant, and she was stunned.