Why it never ends

After the evening classes, Hesta came to the ninth floor of Wenhui Building again, and Morley's office was still closed. She stood for a moment in front of the closed door, then left without saying a word.

She longed to see Molly, and she wanted to hear for herself what Molly thought of the matter. She wanted to ask Molly if she knew about the actions of the supervision team this afternoon... and whether she agreed with such behavior.

When leaving Wenhui Building, Cheng Xiaoshu chased after him.

"simple!"

Hesta turned around, "Xiao Shu?"

"I just remembered that you had a class here tonight," Cheng Xiaoshu ran to Hestad's side, "I went to your classroom after class, but after waiting for a long time, I still didn't see you... I remember Wrong place?"

"What can I do for you?"

"I want to explain to you about my complaint. I..."

"Lin Jiao has already told me." Hesta looked at her, "Did Zuo Wentao give you any trouble later?"

Cheng Xiaoshu shook her head, her throat moved slightly, and her eyes moved downward, "I...I've been thinking about it for the past two days..."

Cheng Xiaoshu's words stopped in mid-air. Hesta waited for a while and suddenly took Cheng Xiaoshu's arm, "Let's talk while we walk."

The two of them walked aimlessly along the tree-lined road on campus, but Cheng Xiaoshu never found the right thing to say. She felt that Hestad did not mean to blame her, but she still desperately wanted to be forgiven by Hestad. The conflict between the two made her feel more tormented and unable to resolve it - originally she just wanted to explain a few words for her cowardice, but now she revealed a bit of hypocrisy in her words and deeds.

Hesta was stretching while walking. Seeing that Cheng Xiaoshu didn't speak, she talked about what happened in the afternoon.

"...It's not surprising," Cheng Xiaoshu whispered, "I've told you before."

"Yes, I remember." Hesta whispered, "You don't believe that Molly would interfere."

"It's not Mo Li's problem..." Cheng Xiaoshu took a deep breath, "This whole system is rotten, who can you count on?"

"Haha, I think Molly can still be counted on."

Cheng Xiaoshu couldn't help but frown. She raised her head and looked at Hesta beside her, "Why?"

"Anyway, I'll make two more trips to Wenhui Building in the past two days," Hesta said, "I'll wait until I see Mo Li."

Cheng Xiaoshu raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, "...if only I could be braver."

"Ok?"

"sorry."

Hesta looked to her side in surprise, "Who? Me?"

"I'm sorry..." Cheng Xiaoshu said again, "I'm sorry, Jane, I'm a deserter. If I could be braver, you wouldn't have to face this alone now..."

Hesta raised her left hand involuntarily - at this moment, she smelled the omen of tears. This is not a smell, but a set of clues composed of a series of details such as tone of voice, gestures, and suddenly slowed down pace: Cheng Xiaoshu seems to be crying.

Hesta's expression became serious, "You don't have to apologize to me, I didn't blame you."

"I know, but-"

"And I'm very grateful that you stood up and supported me that day. I can't tell you too much, but this action was very important to me, not just psychologically, it really helped me. "

Cheng Xiaoshu just shook her head. These words sounded to her like an exaggerated comfort - what "real" effect could a few fluttering words have? She tried hard to suppress her sore nose. It would be too exaggerated to shed tears now. Hesta didn't even cry...

"My biggest problem right now is not Zuo Wentao. He can't do any harm to me... My biggest problem now is that I can't get an anchor." Cheng Xiaoshu frowned again, and the new topic raised by Hesta shocked her. Entering a new frame, she suppressed the guilt in her heart and tried to regain her breathing rhythm.

"...What anchor?"

"How should I put it?" Hesta showed a sly smile, "I often feel like I want to catch something recently, but I can't."

As she spoke, she raised her arms and tried to hold the back of her head with both hands after slouching. When she realized that it was in vain, she let out a sigh and turned her neck to stretch her shoulders.

"It's like...everything around you is changing rapidly, like a torrent. Everyone and everything is being swept up by the torrent, and some rules are sinking under the water. Whenever you want to pick something up and take a closer look, they It has passed...you are in the midst of it, and you are also carried away by the current."

Cheng Xiaoshu tried to understand.

"...Is it because you are not used to life here in District 14?"

"I'm afraid it's a livable place." Hesta whispered.

"A livable place?" Cheng Xiaoshu was very surprised, "Have you ever been in a wilderness area before?"

"Yes and no, in short, the current life is very novel to me," Hesta smiled, "It's like a ship floating in unfamiliar waters. Everything is an unprecedented experience, but you can't anchor yourself. As for the location, we can only constantly explore and observe - is this the main channel? Are there frequent storms here? Are there many looters in this area?"

"You need to find a haven?"

"I need to find some signals."

"What kind of signal?"

"Any signal," Hesta said softly, "Any signal is a kind of feedback. I must keep sending my own signals in order to get news from my fellow travelers."

"...Sounds very dangerous," Cheng Xiaoshu was silent for a moment, "if you are sailing alone."

"Are you talking about exposing your position?" Hesta asked.

"Um……"

"Fortunately," Hesta said softly, "This is a question of risks and benefits. After all, only those who make a voice will get a response. This is the case for everyone."

"What if... you never get any feedback?"

"If there is still no feedback," Hestad looked at the road ahead, "I will know that I have deviated too far from the main channel here."

In the dim playground, Cheng Xiaoshu looked at the people next to her again, and Hesta was also looking at her.

"So you don't have to apologize," Hesta said softly, "You've done a lot, and I really appreciate it."

……

Friday. noon.

Hesta came to the classroom early. She had almost memorized her manuscript. Thinking that she was going to see Teacher Chen today, she felt a little bit of expectation in her heart - maybe she could ask Teacher Chen about Mrs. Kajia's background after class. The two of them looked very familiar.

However, as soon as he stepped into the classroom, Hesta saw Zuo Wentao sitting in the first row.

His bald head stood out among the young people. His left hand was resting on the back of the chair, crossing his legs lazily and comfortably. There was only a mobile phone on the table in front of him. Apart from that, there was nothing else. Nothing else.