As for the second question, Lin Jiao's answer was as absurd as child's play.
At that time, Hesta left the old building of the liberal arts college with them. She asked: "I didn't promise you that you would definitely join...why did you tell me so much in the first place."
Lin Jiao laughed: "Because we trust Fa En 200%, we trust 100% the people she recommends."
Fawn.
Hesta thought again of that night in May County. Her only impression of this person was that she had tentatively asked herself if it was Youleka... although this was probably because she had gone to Eleven to spread the news before.
Hesta sent a message to Yu Xuekun again, asking her if she was familiar with this mercury needle named Fawn. Yu Xuekun quickly replied: "Faen will come to Orange Town for a three-week training next month. What's wrong?"
"I have something to ask her."
"Do you need her contact information? Cell phone? Email?"
"No need, it's best to talk face to face." Hesta typed quickly with one hand, "I want to ask what this person is thinking and how he came to trick me."
After thinking for a while, Hesta deleted the second half of the sentence.
Not long after, Yu Xuekun replied again: "Okay, I'll let you know when she comes."
…
Friday came as expected.
Originally, Hesta was supposed to go to see Mrs. Kajia for divination that night. However, at noon, the cafe asked Yuqing to convey a message: Mrs. Kajia was still not here tonight, and she might not be able to come back until Sunday night.
Hesta changed the ticket to Songxueyuan on the spot, moving the time from Saturday morning to tonight. In this way, she would go to see Si Lei tonight, come back at noon tomorrow, and go to Eleven's place tomorrow afternoon... It could be said to be a perfect Saturday.
After re-communicating with Si Lei, Hesta sent a message to Ding Yuqing, inviting her to visit the Hope Center with him tomorrow afternoon - if she was interested.
After the message was sent, Hesta waited for a while.
Her eyes were always fixed on the phone screen, but this message to Yuqing was also the same as to Yugali. After it was sent, it disappeared into the sea, and there was no news again.
Although she understood that no one in the world would check their mobile phones all the time, some intuition at this moment told her that Ding Yuqing should also have seen her inquiry, but did not reply.
...But no reply is also a kind of reply.
Putting down the phone, Hesta lay down on her seat and fell asleep for a while.
This noon, she did not go to have lunch. For some reason, she still had no appetite and did not feel hungry. A kind of continuous weariness shrouded her like a veil, as if there was a dark cloud always hanging above her head.
At a quarter past one, she was awakened by the sound of a basketball ricocheting. Several boys who came to class looked like they had just returned from the playground. They were wearing thin jerseys that were inappropriate for the season. They were chatting and laughing excitedly. One of them kept hitting the basketball on the tiles of the lecture theater. Several of them were sitting in front of them. The girl in front turned back with disgust, but the gaze attack obviously had no effect.
After a while, several girls began to organize their school bags and notebooks with louder voices. They almost smashed these things on the table one by one, and then put them into their school bags.
The classroom became noisier.
Hesta sat there in a daze, as if she were an expert in the world, and everything that happened around her was blocked from her mind... Suddenly, her back straightened, and her eyesight became clear again.
Hestad finally realized where this familiar feeling of exhaustion was coming from—after stopping taking the medication, her menstrual periods began to return to normal.
Doctors in both Turan and Orange Town had reminded her that menstruation would be a very important physical indicator and would usually return within 1 to 3 months after stopping the medication. If your menstruation is still irregular after stopping the drug for more than half a year, further physical examination is required.
In fact, she also had short "menstrual periods" last month and the month before that, but they were hardly menstrual periods. It was just that the leucorrhea turned brown, leaving some shallow blood stains.
Hesta looked at the time. It was already one-twenty, and there were still ten minutes left before class started.
She mentally calculated her speed and the distance from the classroom to the nearby small supermarket for a while. After realizing that she had plenty of time, Hesta quickly stood up from her seat and strode towards the supermarket. However, after walking around the supermarket, she realized the real problem - there were different models of sanitary napkins on the shelves, but no tampons that she was familiar with.
It’s easy to choose what to use in the first and last days, but what size should you use in the middle days…
As time passed by, Hesta simply took out a pack of each size for day use and night use, and carried it to the counter to check out.
There was a middle-aged woman sitting in front of the counter at this time. She glanced at Hesta and said, "There are no more black bags. Can I put them in ordinary bags for you?"
"……What?"
"Ordinary bags." The woman grabbed a transparent plastic bag and waved it in front of Hesta, "Do you want it?"
"Yes, I want a bag." Hesta replied immediately. After all, it was inconvenient to hold so many sanitary napkins directly in his arms, "Thank you."
She paid the bill with her meal card and quickly ran to the classroom with the bag of sanitary napkins.
At one twenty-nine, Hesta returned to his seat.
The whole classroom is full of people, and the teacher has also stood on the podium. He turned on the computer and began to slowly look through his courseware.
This big class at 1:30 pm on Friday not only spans grades, but also spans colleges. There are approximately two hundred people in the lecture theater. After last week's observation, Hesta found that about half of the people here are from study, and half of the remaining people are sleeping, chatting, and playing games under the desks... Not many people are actually listening to the lectures, basically Concentrate on the first two rows.
Herstad's seat is on the edge of the fifth row in the left area, near the aisle. In fact, this is the place with the best viewing angle for the projection. After sitting down, she hung the plastic bag on the storage hook beside the table, and then opened the notebook.
"Classmate." The girl sitting next to Hesta gently touched her left arm, "Your...your things, do you want to put them inside?"
With that said, the girl pointed to the open space between the two of them.
"No." Hesta shook her head. She didn't understand why the other party would make such a suggestion. There was not much free space between the two of them. They both basically had to put this big bag of sanitary napkins on the ground. You have to move your feet to the sides.
"I can sit over a little bit more." The girl moved in again, "You can put your things in."
Hesta was about to ask why, when the school bell rang.
The chatter in the classroom slowly died down. The teacher on the podium raised his head and coughed lightly, "...class."
