During an argument on the bus, my "school bully" boyfriend broke up with me. I sneered, "Out of the two of you, you're the only one with problems." He instantly lost it, demanding to know who the "other one" was. I made up some nonsense: "Student Council President, 6'1", handsome, long legs, better than you in every way. Hehe." The next moment. The guy sitting next to us, wearing a grey hoodie, took off his headphones and pulled down his mask. He coughed lightly: "Correction: I'm 6'1.28"." Help. I was caught lying by the person I was lying about. 1 It was Friday after school. Brad and I were arguing on the bus. Half the bus full of grandmas and grandpas perked up their ears, listening with relish. "Joy, can you stop overthinking? Sarah is just a really good friend," Brad said, one hand in his pocket, face full of annoyance. There were no seats left, so we were standing in the aisle. Outside the window, green shadows flashed by rapidly. The wind blew the hair on Brad's forehead, revealing his cold, impatient eyes. "Friend? What kind of platonic friend uses matching couple avatars in a game?" I scoffed, exposing him mercilessly. If I hadn't just seen Sarah posting game screenshots and match records, I wouldn't have known Brad's cat avatar had a matching half. Good job. Texting me "goodnight" one minute. Gaming with his "female bro" until midnight the next. "You don't play, what's wrong with me matching with her?" "I treat Sarah like a bro." "Why do I need to explain? What does a couple avatar prove?" "Are you delusional? Or just paranoid?" "Stop being unreasonable." Brad frowned, looking exhausted, like I was the problem. I was stunned. How could he be so shameless? Gaslighting me? Really? 2 I was so angry I wanted to slap him. Just as I raised my hand, the bus hit a red light. The bus driver was wild. No slowing down, just a hard brake right at the line. Before my slap could land on Brad's face, I spun 180 degrees uncontrollably, nearly flying into the lap of the guy sitting next to us. The guy had headphones on and his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Most of his face was covered by a mask; his eyelashes were long and thick, resting quietly. Thankfully, I gripped the handrail tight, avoiding intimate contact. Just as I steadied myself, Brad spoke again. "If that's what you think, I can't help it." "We should take a break and cool off." "You choose." At peak anger, I suddenly calmed down. Heh. Trying to use a breakup to make me compromise? Fine, let's break up. There are plenty of fish in the sea. But I couldn't lose face and just let him win. I laughed in anger. Curling my lip, I tsked and shook my head helplessly: "Let's break up then. Out of the two of you, you're the only one with problems." "What?" Brad froze for a second. Realizing what I said, his face turned ugly. "Joy, am I not enough? You have another man on the side?!" 3 "You've got it wrong. He's the main boyfriend. I just never went public with him." "You're the third wheel who chased me relentlessly and intruded on our relationship." I sighed, condemning him with a heartbroken expression. The audience on the bus couldn't sit still anymore. Pointing and whispering, lamenting how wild young people are these days. "I... I'm the side piece?" Brad looked like he'd been struck by lightning. Stunned. Then his face flushed red from his neck up. He grabbed my arm and roared furiously. "Joy, you cheater! You played me!" "Tell me who he is! Who is he? How am I worse than him? Speak! Tell me now!!!" Seeing him lose it, I felt amazing. I slapped his hand away and started spewing nonsense. "Liam from the Law School." "Student Council President, 6'1", handsome, long legs, better than you in every way. Hehe." A peak existence everyone looked up to. Let's see how you compare to him. Before the words even settled, and before Brad could react... The guy next to us who was "sleeping" suddenly took off his headphones. Slender fingers pulled down his mask, revealing superior features. He coughed lightly, his voice clear and melodious. "Um, correction: I'm 6'1.28"." 4 Everyone at River University knew Liam. Handsome, top student, campus heartthrob, and academic god. Cold and clean temperament, basically a deity. Completely different from the wild, arrogant "school bully" type like Brad. I didn't know him personally, but I knew his face. Help. I got caught lying by the person I was lying about. "I, uh..." My brain was a mess. I was so guilty and embarrassed I didn't know what to say. Brad scowled and sneered: "Liam, is she really your girlfriend?" "She and I—" Liam lifted his eyelids and looked at me calmly. It's over. I'm about to be exposed and slapped in the face by the main character. If Sarah, that little Green Tea, found out, she would spread it everywhere and laugh at me. In a critical moment, I steadied myself, brain spinning fast. "Hi, babe. What a coincidence, you're here too." I showed a standard eight-tooth smile, sweet as candy. I intimately grabbed Liam's jacket, turning sideways to block Brad's view, staring intently at Liam, begging silently. Don't expose me. Please, God Liam. I finally stood up to Brad. Please play along. Boohoo. I will repay your great kindness. Meeting my teary-eyed, pitiful gaze, Liam's nice eyebrows furrowed slightly. Silence for a few seconds. He paused, then said lightly. "She and I are exactly what you think." 5 We got off at the stop. On the sidewalk, Brad stood in front of me and Liam with his hands in his pockets, gritting his teeth: "Great. I wish you the best." I rolled my eyes at him, looking up at Liam with a smile and acting spoiled. "Babe, are you happy? Finally gave you a title." "Everyone else is just trash." "No one compares to you. I like you the best." Brad's face got even worse. "I hope you break up tonight!" He sneered, his aura dropping even lower. Unable to bear it, he dropped that line and turned to leave. "Wait, don't go!" I called out. "Oh? Can't bear to let me go?" Brad stopped, raising an eyebrow triumphantly at Liam. "You wish. I mean don't walk, you're too slow." "Run! Get out of my sight immediately." ... After Brad stormed off with a black face, my smile vanished. I put my hands together in prayer, quickly apologizing to Liam who had been silent beside me. "Liam, I'm so sorry. I got carried away and spouted nonsense." "Brad cares about face the most. Don't worry, he definitely won't tell anyone about my lies." "I promise, it absolutely won't affect you. And thank you for playing along. Thank you so much." 6 "It's okay." Liam nodded politely. The midsummer evening breeze was gentle. Carrying the cool scent of lime and sea salt soda, blowing away the day's humidity. He wore simple black pants and sneakers. On top was a loose grey hoodie, zipped halfway down. Revealing a bit of a white T-shirt collar and beautiful, sharp collarbones. Slender figure. Quiet yet eye-catching. I really wanted to bow down to him. Beautiful person, beautiful heart. He's so good. Boohoo. "Liam, let me treat you to dinner." Liam refused. I insisted. Finally, he pointed to a nearby convenience store, helpless: "Dinner isn't necessary. Just buy me an ice cream." ... After buying ice cream, I added Liam on WeChat. One ice cream wasn't enough. I definitely had to treat him to a meal if I got the chance. After saying goodbye, I took a taxi back to school. Originally, I planned to go see fireflies at the Forest Park with Brad tonight. He didn't ride his flashy motorcycle, saying squeezing on the bus together was sweeter. Didn't expect us to argue the whole way and end up breaking up. I opened WeChat, scrolling through my feed out of boredom. Sarah posted another update— "Don't be sad~ Breaking up is no big deal, I'll always be with you~ (Hug) (Hug)" I was disgusted. The little Green Tea finally got what she wanted. Her secret delight was leaking through the words. I couldn't swallow this anger. My eyes turned red. I furiously typed a comment— "I'll play the trumpet at your mom's funeral~" 7 After being emo for two days, I was visibly withered. Monday morning classes were killing me. After class in the afternoon, I went to the playground for a walk, and coincidentally ran into Brad again. He was playing basketball with a tense face, as if venting. His jersey was soaked. He looked to be in a bad mood. Sarah sat on the bench, holding a water bottle, smiling at Brad. I kept my head down and walked. Brad had sharp eyes. He saw me, did a fadeaway jump shot, swish. He strode over to block me. "Joy, why are you alone?" "Where's your boyfriend? Why isn't he with you?" Me: "He's not as idle as you." Sarah, afraid we'd get back together, quickly trotted over. "Joy, you have a new boyfriend? That was fast." "Then why do you look so bad? Did you break up again?" She looked me up and down, gasping softly. "Shut up! Can you have as little drama as you have hair?" Fire rose in my chest. I stared at her large forehead and sneered. Sarah was pricked, almost losing her composure. She barely maintained her expression, saying fake-ly: "Joy, no matter what you think, Brad and I are innocent. You misunderstood." "You act more than a trash bag holds trash." "You really misunderstood us!" "Shake your brain before speaking." After my barrage, Sarah couldn't speak. She turned to Brad, voice trembling: "Your ex-girlfriend is so mean."
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