"Actually, I have never had any love. If so, how could my lover abandon me when I need help the most?"

Wan Dongyang glanced at the back of a woman who was not far away, sighed secretly, and smiled at the reporter who asked the question: "You are not gossip reporters, so you have to ask about this kind of thing? I am only eighteen years old. Do you still want to promote the little hero who bravely saved girls at JD University has a premature love affair on campus?"

The reporter who asked about this matter was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly: "Ahhaha, I just asked curiously. Student Dongyang should not be so sensitive."

Wan Dongyang also smiled and said, "Then don't be too curious, okay?"

He originally thought that these reporters were here to ask about his personal injuries and his feelings about saving people, and so on, so he naturally had to cooperate well in order to thank them.

But now when they saw them asking about their personal privacy, they were immediately unhappy.

He had just had a girlfriend in college, but after he was hospitalized, the girlfriend only visited the hospital once and never appeared again. This was really a tragic thing for a young man.

Although Wan Dongyang, an adult soul now occupying this body, he has long since taken this lost so-called love seriously, but looking at the reporter in front of him, he still feels that this person is disgusting and feels sad for the owner of his original body.

After he whispered the reporter opposite, he smiled at the camera: "I just remembered a sentence and found it very interesting. I just happened to summarize my experience during this period."

Wan Dongyang said, his eyes drifting, he looked up at the distance, his eyes deep and quiet: "When I was young, I made a decision to devote my life to love. Later, I was not dead, and youth saved my life for me."

He whispered to everyone: "From the moment I woke up in the hospital, my youth has disappeared. I am no longer young. I have celebrated my eighteenth birthday. Although I was in the hospital, I am indeed an adult. Since I am an adult, don't mention love. Love is a very luxurious thing. Let's talk more about reality and ideals."

After hearing Wan Dongyang's words, everyone at the scene became quiet.

Wang Xiaoxian next to him was a little dazed and murmured to repeat Wan Dongyang's words: "When I was young, I made a decision to devote my life to love. Later, I was not dead, and youth paid my life for me..."

Many people may feel unsatisfied in this sentence, but many people also empathize with it, especially those who have had a relationship history, who understand the sadness revealed in this sentence.

Who had no impulse for love when he was young?

But who has never been a dog-licking dog to please others?

Wave your tail and beg for mercy in front of your beloved, try your best to make her happy, and treat her hard, but in the end they get only a "sorry" or "we are not suitable".

But she received all the gifts!

You worked so hard and treated her well, but she turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye to someone else's arms.

You don’t give up if you hit the wall. You don’t give up if you hit the wall. You still want to work hard to win this love that does not belong to you.

Then you hit your head and your blood, your head is dizzy, your face is beyond recognition, and your heart is full of holes.

Although you are a teenager, your heart is old.

On your youthful and arrogant days, your companions are full of vigor and talk about your ideals and ambitions, but you are humble to a girl you like and become a ridiculed dog.

Licked to the end, but nothing...

Your whole youth is destroyed in this romantic and romance that cannot be started, but the romantic and romance belongs to others. You only have a shame and indescribable gap... and pain.

Your heart is already dead.

Died in that day about youth.

You are still alive now, but youth will never come again, your youth will die for you.

All that lives is your body that no longer fly, and your soul that no longer has passion.

Then you know that your youth is indeed dead.

On this campus, they are young and young people. When they were admitted to JD.com, they were all promiscuous, proud and humble, self-esteem and sensitive. They long for love, but some people are afraid of love.

When Wan Dongyang said this, everyone at the scene felt a little more or less touched, and even the faces of several reporters showed a little melancholy.

They have also experienced days related to youth, and have had the kind of boys and girls' genitals and sorrow.

"Oh, Dongyang is worthy of being a top student at JD University. If you say a word casually, it's so meaningful."

After a female reporter reacted, she looked at Wan Dongyang and her eyes seemed to shine: "I really deserve to be a talented man from our JD University."

Wan Dongyang shook his head and smiled: "What kind of talent am I? I'm just inspired."

After dealing with the questions from several reporters, he was about to end the interview when he heard the male reporter who had just asked his personal emotional problems and asked loudly: "Student Dongyang, you are now discharged from the hospital. How do you deal with the donations you accept?"

He was just a few words from Wan Dongyang, and his face was a little unhappy. At this time, he wanted to disgust Wan Dongyang: "As far as I know, you received a lot of donations from outsiders during your hospitalization, the amount was as high as one million. JD University has decided to apply for your medical expenses. So do you want to announce the remaining money to everyone?"

Wan Dongyang looked at the reporter deeply: "Which reporter is you?"

The reporter was stunned and glanced around and found that everyone was looking at him, with boredom in his eyes.

On this occasion, he asked about such topics that were not conducive to Wan Dongyang's image, which was really annoying and a big shame. If Wan Dongyang handled it improperly, it would discredit the heroic image he had just established.

A vice principal next to him looked at the flag behind the reporter and whispered to the secretary beside him: "Is this a reporter from Southern Weekend? I will notify all units and campuses in the future and strictly prohibit reporters from Southern Weekend from entering the school for interviews! What kind of professional qualities are they? At this time, Isn't this intentional trouble?"

The Southern Weekend reporter had already spoken and felt a little regretful, but since he had asked, he naturally could not admit defeat in front of so many people. So under the eyes of everyone killing people, he gritted his teeth and smiled at Wan Dongyang: "I am a Southern Weekend reporter. My name is Qiu Dongyue, my classmate Dongyang, you haven't answered my question yet."

Wan Dongyang nodded: "Oh, it's Southern Weekend? I haven't heard of it."

After looking at Qiu Dongyue, he stopped looking at him, and looked at the interviewers and teachers and students who welcomed him: "Actually, Qiu Dongyue... was named Qiu Dongyue just now? He said that the school reported my medical expenses in full, and the implication was that I had no other consumption except medical expenses! I think Qiu Dongyue's friends must have never lived in Xiajing and no relatives had been hospitalized, so they would raise such ridiculous questions."

"I am hospitalized in the hospital, but not only the medical expenses, but also the living expenses of my mother and I. Recently, I have to rent a house off campus to study. The cost of renting a house is also on the one hand. In addition, there are rehabilitation fees, nursing fees, transportation fees, telephone fees, etc. These expenses cannot be reimbursed by the school. The compensation for the criminals has not been in place for a long time."

Wan Dongyang took out a file bag from under the wheelchair and handed it to Wang Xiaoxian next to him: "Xiaoxian, this bag contains all the expenses and donations I received since I was hospitalized. Every expense here is clearly recorded, and I have no omissions. Since Mr. Qiu Dongyue has questions, we can upload the data here to the Internet and let netizens supervise my expenses."

Wang Xiaoxian reached out to take the file bag, took out a stack of information and glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, you actually recorded it so carefully."

Wan Dongyang smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't be careful. If you think of someone like Mr. Qiu Dongyue, if I don't record it carefully, why don't people scold me to death?"

Wang Xiaoxian handed the file bag to Qiu Dongyue: "Reporter Qiu, why don't you come and check the data? If it is wrong, you are welcome to point it out at any time."

Qiu Dongyue waved his hands repeatedly with a blushing face and thick neck: "No, no, I believe that Wan Dongyang's character will definitely not fake it."

He said this and looked at Wan Dongyang: "Student Dongyang, if there is any remaining fee in the end, how will you deal with the remaining money?"
Chapter completed!