All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By the time my second bottle was empty, I didn't touch any more alcohol, sticking to just two bottles.In the end, Stan Wallace drank eight bottles, and we returned the remaining two when we settled the bill.Leaving our seats, he walked ahead as usual, but suddenly stopped at the door, turning back to look at me. He extended his hand, saying, "Be careful not to fall."His hand, with its clearly defined knuckles, slightly curved, and nails trimmed short and clean, seemed warm even without touching it.I reached out and clasped it tightly, asking, "Brother, are you drunk?"The warmth from the alcohol spread through my body. Stan Wallace carried my hat and scarf in his hand, not reminding me to put them on again.He was always more thoughtful than I imagined.Glancing at me sideways, there wasn't much expression on Stan Wallace's face, but his slightly reddened eyelids made him look less intimidating. "What, do you want me to get drunk?"It was rare for him to joke around with me

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, a physiological response. I finally understood some of Judy Richardson's actions that had once been a mystery to me, as if a fog had lifted, making everything clear.Because of my introverted personality and being a transfer student, I wasn't good at socializing, so I volunteered to sit in the back row, without a desk mate.About two weeks later, I suddenly got menstrual cramps during PE class and went to the infirmary, where the teacher arranged for me to rest on a bed behind a curtain.I was practically invisible in the class, and no one noticed my absence. When Judy Richardson and another girl entered the infirmary, they didn't notice me either.Then, I overheard them talking about me. One voice was soft and gentle, while the other was slightly rough, making it easy to distinguish who was speaking. She said that I moved to the back row to be different and to attract attention.After that, the rumors in the class intensified, and I beca

Returning to school, I resumed my daily routine of shuttling between the classroom, library, dormitory, and cafeteria, with weekends spent at Xu Qiao's place taking care of Little Bao.As winter break approached, Xu Qiao invited me to stay at her place permanently, saying it would be more convenient for looking after Little Bao. I mentioned this to Officer Zheng, who disagreed, saying that living together could easily expose me. But as the saying goes, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger's cub?" I thought back to what Stan Wallace had said.Staring at my reflection in the classroom window, I sent a message to Stan Wallace:--Brother, I miss you. If you have time today, think of me too.It wasn't long before I received his reply:--Focus on your studies.Life seemed no different from before, following the same pattern, but the occasional messages I could send and receive added a touch of color to my days, making even the air feel special, with a bittersw

Stan Wallace is like that. If I don't take the initiative to find him, he will never take the initiative to find me.It's a lie to say I'm not disappointed.After thinking for a moment, I sent a message.- Brother, I'm sick and getting an injection.I took a picture of the drip on the back of my hand and sent it over.Thinking about it, I was afraid he would worry, so I added:- It's not very serious, but it's quite uncomfortable.A few words can be so complicated and awkward. I covered my eyes with my hand, feeling too complex to express.Buzzing, the phone in my palm vibrated, sending a tingling sensation through my palm and straight to my heart.My weak body couldn't withstand the strong stimulation, accompanied by a feeling of panic, my whole body felt dizzy.Unlocking the screen again, there was an unread notification on Stan Wallace's avatar, but it was just four words: "Take good care of yourself."I often hear Tang Xiaohui despise certain men for using "drink more ho

With the connection to Tang Xiaohui, I hadn't sent any messages to Stan Wallace recently. It was true that I wanted to play some tricks, but it was also true that I felt upset and disappointed.Tang Xiaohui would still find opportunities to take pictures of me with her phone. I would casually flick my hair and try to stand in well-lit spots for a better shot, and after each photo, I would check them; if they weren't good, I'd ask her to retake them.Whenever Tang Xiaohui became suspicious of my behavior, I would deflect by saying that I hadn't been working much lately and was considering a career as a model to broaden my skills."Cut the crap. I think you could pass the judicial exam right now. At the very least, you should be a prosecutor. What's this about being a model?"While fiddling with her phone, Tang Xiaohui said, "By the way, my mom said she'll disown me if I don't go home soon. I'm leaving tomorrow."We walked side by side from the library toward the dorms. Hearing this