Immortality

15.

To be honest, my favorite food was probably fish.

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At this moment, I could already smell the smell of grilled fish, and my stomach also started to growl.

But Donald didn't say a word, and I didn't dare to take it rashly. I just sat quietly by the side and continued to flip through the book.

Click.

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Donald either dropped his notebook or pretended to drop his pen. When he met my gaze, he turned his face away.

It lasted ten minutes.

Donald was angry, "I went to buy food in the rain, and you were chatting with another man!"

"Well, I was wrong." I didn't bother to argue with him, so I just gave in.

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Donald said, "What did you do wrong?"

I fell silent.

For the sake of the food, I gritted my teeth and explained, "I should have gone with you to buy dinner. But you didn't ask me to. I thought you were going to the bathroom."

Donald looked at me angrily, but he held back. He opened the box, put the grilled fish in front of me, and pulled a chair over to sit across from me.

"Oh, thank you." I blinked and tried to look at Donald, but he glared at me. I couldn't help whispering, "Next time I'll go buy dinner."

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Donald said, "Is there a next time?!"

I smiled and blurted out, "Are you sure your paper can pass on the first attempt?"

Donald said nothing.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, I immediately said, "Of course!"

Donald stared at me.

I froze.

I was scared

I immediately picked up the fork and didn't continue this topic. But unexpectedly, when the box was opened, there was grilled fish and many of my favorite dishes. After taking a bite, I felt overwhelmed with happiness.

This was unexpected.

"Unappetizing?" Donald frowned at me.

I couldn't help but smile at him, "No, I just discovered that they’re all my favorite dishes. I'm delighted. Thank you."

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Donald said, "Well, I don't need your thanks."

I froze.

Well.

How could he need my thanks?

I felt very frustrated.

I clenched my fork tightly and didn't say anything. I reminded myself again that he was just my employer, and I would leave when he finished writing his paper.

16.

"Hey, here, you should write like this."

"I don't need you to teach me." Donald interrupted directly.

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I glanced at him and opted to keep my mouth shut. Fortunately, when the rain stopped, his first draft of the paper was submitted.

I thought I was free at last, but Donald began to ask me to be on call. I was doing things for money. Of course, I would not refuse.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, after taking a shower, I rushed to the study room and waited for Donald, but he didn't reply when I sent him a message. I didn't dare to leave rashly, so I had to wait until it was time to return to the dormitory.

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I texted, “I'm going back.”

Donald said, “OK.”

Donald replied instantly.

I was stunned for two seconds and realized that I was being tricked, but I endured it for the sake of money.

As soon as I put away my phone and entered the elevator, the elevator door closed.

Bang! The entire elevator descended into darkness.

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I was so frightened that I quickly pressed the button and tried to make a call, but there was no signal in the elevator.

I was so unlucky today.

I sat in the elevator, yelled countless times, and waited for a long time, but no one came. My stomach started to hurt, and I kept sweating.

When the elevator door finally opened, I had no strength left and curled up on the ground.

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"Hey!" My roommate yelled in fright.

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I clutched my stomach and groaned, "If you didn't come, I was going to die of pain..."

I was exhausted physically and mentally after being on fluids in the school infirmary all night. Looking at my roommate, who had always been with me, I said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

My roommate patted my head, frowned, and said, "You’re welcome. You sleep for a while. I'll go to talk to Donald tomorrow."

"Don’t do that." I didn't want to talk nonsense with him. The relationship between employers and employees had to be clean-cut.

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17.

I thought I could bear it, but Donald seemed to be doing it on purpose. He had stood me up every time, and my stomach hurt repeatedly. I didn’t want to go after seeing his message, so I just stayed in the school infirmary on fluids.

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He went and was stood up by me once. He was very annoyed, "May, what do you mean? Are you standing me up?"

"I'll be there soon." I took a look at the needle and adjusted the fluids faster.

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Donald asked, "Where are you?"

I didn't answer, and just said, "I'll be there soon."

As soon as the drip was finished, I went straight to the study room, only to find that Donald was sitting on my chair, poking at the book I had put there, and the book was crumbling.

"Don't touch my stuff." My heart skipped a beat, and I was a little nervous, so I immediately stepped forward to hold the book.

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There were some of my previous hand-drawn drawings in that book, and all of them were about him without exception. When I was secretly in love with him, he was like a light, always giving me some spiritual support...

"What’s wrong?" Donald raised his eyes and looked at me, very annoyed, "You stood me up. What's wrong with me poking at your book?”

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My face softened a little, and I noticed that someone was standing by the door to watch. I couldn't help but soften my tone, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stand you up."

"It doesn't matter." Donald glanced at me and raised his eyebrows, "Give me that book as an apology."

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I froze.

I bit my lips and took out the book, intending to take away the drawings inside, but Donald grabbed the corner of the book directly.

"There's something else in the book."

"What?” Donald raised his eyebrows.

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I opened my mouth and tried to pull back the book. I didn't want Donald to know that I had a crush on him, especially after he made it clear that he wouldn't like me.

It made me feel very ashamed.

During the struggle, I couldn't beat Donald, so I was forced to look at him and whisper, "Stop it, okay?"

Donald smiled, "Beg me."

I lowered my eyes, and my stomach was churning again. I couldn't help but grab the book hard as if it could relieve the pain.

"Please."

Donald laughed happily and let go of his hand suddenly. I staggered, and the book fell to the ground, and the drawings inside fell out.

I endured the pain and wanted to pick up the drawings, but Donald was one step ahead of me.

"Well, is this me?" Donald sneered.

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After he said that, the people watching at the door couldn't help laughing and whispering something. I couldn't hear clearly, but I could only vaguely hear the words “wishful thinking.”

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At that moment, I felt as if I had been stripped naked and incredibly embarrassed. This kind of smile was like a needle piercing my heart.

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"May." Donald smiled and asked again in a rather frivolous tone, "You like me? Huh?"

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My eyes were a little sour. I avoided his sight, grabbed the drawings in his hand, tore them off without any hesitation, and threw them into the trash can.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Donald was annoyed.

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I didn't know whether it was because of embarrassment or stomach pain, and I suddenly burst into tears, "Do you think it's fun to play with me like this?"

Donald froze.

I looked up at him in tears, and forced a smile, "You can play with me. But next time, can you not touch my things?"

"Hey, I… I'm just teasing you." Donald panicked.

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My stomach hurt so badly that I couldn't help covering my belly and squatting on the ground.

18.

"How would I have known she was sick?! I didn't mean to do it!"

"Then you stood her up on purpose. It was raining, and she went to see you on time every day. What about you?"

There was constant noise outside the door.

I sat up and called my roommate with some difficulty.

Donald stood at the door and looked at me with a frown, "Why didn't you tell me about your stomach pain?"

I said, "If I told you, it would stop the stomach pain?"

Donald froze.

I took a deep breath, looked up at Donald, and said softly, "I will refund half of the money you gave me this month. I may have to rest for half a month. I can't be on call."

"Who asks you for money? Rest if you're not feeling well." Donald pursed his lips.

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I said, "Thank you, boss."

Donald said nothing.

I returned the money to Donald after returning to the dormitory to recuperate for a while.

Donald said, “What are you doing? As I said, I don’t want your money.”

I said, “It's better to be clear about the accounts.”

Donald didn't reply and asked after a long time, “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Seeing that I didn't reply, Donald kept sending messages.

I glanced at them, turned off the phone, and tried to close my eyes and sleep for a while. But when I thought of his contemptuous smile, I felt agitated.

I could only tell myself that he was such a person, and there was nothing to be sad about, and I’d get used to it.

19.

After a while, the control of the epidemic became more and more stringent, takeaways were completely blocked, and the snacks in the school store were suddenly emptied frantically.

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"Damn, no more snacks." My roommate typically could not live without snacks, but there were none to be found. She became a little restless.

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"Just take it as an opportunity to lose weight." I put my chin in my hand and comforted her. I was hungry for snacks, but I couldn’t buy them anymore. So I distracted myself by chatting with my roommate while writing an article.

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My roommate looked at me, "I heard that Shepard and Donald have a lot of bunch of snacks, and they often hold parties in the boys' dormitory..."

"What?" I was a little stunned.

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My roommate pouted, "I scolded Donald last time. I'm sure I can't buy anything, but I want to eat snacks..."

I fell silent.

I pursed my lips and went to Shepard with my secret account.

Shepard said, “Not for sale. Don't bother me anymore.”

I was stunned.

My roommate looked at the screen and looked at me eagerly, "I tried it with my secret account too, but it didn't work... Oh, baby, help me. I want snacks!"

I sighed and contacted him with my regular account. But unexpectedly, the pop-up dialog box was full of Donald's messages. I could only click to ignore them all.

I said, “Shepard, can you sell me some snacks?”

Shepard said, “Which dormitory are you in? I'll ask someone to deliver them to you.”

I gave him my address casually, but Shepard said with some doubts, “Hey, is the person who asked me to sell snacks to her just now your roommate?”

My mind went blank. I realized that I had given him my address at the beginning after I befriended him with my secret account.

Shepard said, “I didn't know that was your roommate and I deleted her.”

I said, “It's okay. Can you send someone over here quickly?”

Shepard said, “Why didn't you reply when I sent you messages?”

Donald sent you messages. Why didn't you reply?

I froze.

I saw at a glance that it was Donald who sent the message. I quickly transferred money to him and exited the account.

"I love you!" My roommate cried happily.

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I smiled and continued writing my article.

20.

I had always used my secret account to submit articles. I sent it to the editor after I finished writing it, but I didn't expect to be bombarded with messages from Donald as soon as I went online.

Donald: Are you her roommate?

Donald: Why didn't she reply to my messages?

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Donald: Tell her to reply to my messages. Why doesn’t she reply to my messages? If she does not reply to my messages, I will not sell snacks to you.

I frowned and replied with a question mark.

Donald: I care about her, but she's ignoring me. What does she mean?

Me: She is fine. I appreciate your concern.

Then I saw Donald typing. I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and started to submit my article. I only clicked on his message after the submission was completed.

However, I hadn't expected that this bastard would click on a video call. I accidentally clicked to accept it.

Our eyes met.

Donald froze for a moment. Before he could speak, I hung up immediately.

Donald: You’re ignoring me. Why?

Donald: If you keep ignoring me, I'll starve myself to death.

I froze.

I wanted to roll my eyes and close the computer.

Go ahead and starve yourself to death, you idiot!

21.

But I knew Donald would pull this kind of trick.

I couldn't fall asleep at night.

I took out my phone to listen to the song, and Donald sent a link. I was stunned for two seconds and clicked in.

It was my drawings. He had glued them all together. There were some words, “Visible only to you.”

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The drawings were glued badly, but the boy in the pictures was still shining brightly and looking irresistibly handsome

Perhaps he was aware of his advantages.

Donald's temperament was always a bit dictatorial. Before I got close to him, I had thought it was cool. But after I got close to him, I thought it was a kind of arrogance.

Donald sent me a voice message: How about it? Isn’t it awesome? I've spent a long time putting them together.

I could imagine the smug expression on his face right now.

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Donald continued, "I didn't know you were sick then. If I had known you were ill, I wouldn't have asked you to go to the study hall at night!"

I pursed my lips and didn't reply. He sent me another message, "Besides, I’ve never mistreated any of my ex-girlfriends. Dude, why are you talking about this?!" When Donald was complacent, Shepard, who was listening on the side, yelled anxiously.

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Hearing it, I sighed deeply and closed the dialog box.

22.

The snacks somehow didn’t arrive after we waited a long time.

My roommate was anxious. She choked even when she was complaining over a cup of water.

"Easy." I was laughing when the phone rang.

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My roommate raised her eyebrows, "Donald?"

I shook my head, signaled her to continue drinking water, and walked out with my phone.

"Hey!" Donald walked to me.

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I glanced at him, trying to find another place to answer the phone.

Donald said, "May, I'm talking to you."

I turned to look at him, "I'm not working now, so I have no obligation to accompany you."

"Can you stop talking to me in that tone?" With a straight face, Donald grabbed my wrist with one hand, pushed me against the wall, and leaned over to look at me with dark eyes.

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It was too close.

"You…" I turned sideways to go, but he put his hands on the wall, trapping me in his arms.

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"Hey! This is the school cafeteria! There are people everywhere!" I was so at a loss. Seeing someone upstairs deliberately looking over, I couldn't help but want to push Donald away.

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Donald frowned and turned his head directly, causing the onlookers to look away in fright.

I froze.

"I was wrong about what happened last time. I'm sorry. Can you stop being angry with me? I've never comforted anyone in my life. I don’t know how to do it. Go easy on me, okay?" Donald looked helpless.

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I looked at him and said lightly, "I’m just paid to do things. You have no obligation to comfort me."

Donald pursed his lips and looked at me intently.

I felt awkward under his gaze and wanted to leave, but he firmly blocked my way, "Why are you so difficult to comfort? I’ve apologized. What else do you want?"

I clenched my phone tightly and said angrily, "I didn't ask you to comfort me, nor did I ask you to apologize."

Donald said, "But you're angry."

I was at a loss for words.

My phone rang again.

I was in a hurry to answer the phone and simply said, "I'm not angry."

Donald said, "Shepard said women are liars."

He easily outed Shepard.

I didn’t bother to argue with him. I picked up the phone and said lightly, "I'm not angry. I still have an important call to answer. Can you let me go?"

Donald pursed his lips, stepped aside, and said, "Who is it?"

"A friend."

"Which friend."

"The friend from last time," I answered mechanically, looked at the missed calls, and prepared to call back.

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But Donald looked annoyed, "Why does he keep calling you?"

"I'm not your real girlfriend. Why are you asking so many questions?" I got angry for no reason, imitating his previous frivolous tone, and said, "What? Do you like me? Are you jealous? Huh?"

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Donald was speechless for a moment.

I stared at him with burning eyes and I could only see the helplessness in his eyes.

Donald faltered and said nothing for a long time.

I took my phone and left.