In My Desperate Time

I’m flustered by his look, as I always would be.

Whitney, as one of the judges of the competition, is two seats apart from me to my right.

She looks over my direction as France’s eyes.

I lower my head uneasily, with my breath being uneven.

“Are you nervous?”

Nicole seems to have sensed that something is wrong with me and turns around to ask me.

Her attitude towards me has literally changed since I was cleared of the last plagiarism. Now the way she talks to me can’t be gentler.

I give her a forced smile and shake my head.

“I’m good.”

“The competition will start in three days, so don’t worry. We still have time to collect materials and get the spark of inspirations.”

Nicole pats my shoulder to comfort me.

As the ceremony moves on, the host invites judges of the competition to the stage.

judges consisting

Donny, Whitney and a foreign old lady with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but I

Whitney stands beside Frances.

“I heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to kiss each other in

in foreign language. I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but

word of it

me to see

audiences are already

likes to cheer up for the fun,

as shy as an innocent young

kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking

the audience, but I feel he’s smiling

in his hands, bending forward and laying a soft kiss

same time, there are cheerful yells and whistles in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss, as if

on my lips is always overbearing and wild, without any love.

it’s so hard for me to accept the

feel wretched. Such a beautiful and romantic scene of them

stand on my feet and say to Nicole with a quite low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable. I want to go

I leave

the door of the hall, I run slap into