Chapter 2

On September 21st, the day after I met Mr. Shi, I finally couldn't control myself and shared this discovery with the person involved. Two hours later, I received a reply from Mr. Shi. I don't know if he knew this film and television character, but I was very happy that he affirmed Lan Xichen's appearance.

But when I wanted to continue to have a deep conversation with him about this role, before I sent the message, I received a message from Mr. Shi telling me that he didn't often log in to Qingteng because of his busy work.

I don't know why he suddenly told me this. Since I didn't know the reason, I didn't know how to reply to his message. I even wondered if he felt that I disturbed him, so I said this specifically.

The desire to share is like a balloon punctured by a needle, disappearing without a trace.

"It's okay, I happen to be busy too." After replying this dryly, I exited the chat box and reopened his Qingteng homepage.

Suddenly, I realized that I had a very slight sense of inferiority.

Mr. Shi is very outstanding, so I like him. There must be many other girls who like him too. Compared with those girls, what is it about me that makes him choose me among so many people?

People should know themselves. Perhaps the cold attitude has already explained the problem.

I kind of want to give up.

When I told my classmate J about this idea, she asked me, "Do you feel like he likes you very much?"

"Yes."

It's not just that I think Mr. Shi is handsome, but also that he has a nice voice. Listening to him speak is like a treat for the ears.

"Then give it a try. Don't give up so quickly. Even though the other girls are excellent, you're not bad either. Bring out your old asshole attitude and silently repeat 'I'm good' three times."

When I saw this, I felt ashamed, but my good impression of Mr. Shi outweighed the shame.

My classmate J has a lot of experience in relationships, and as a newbie, I felt I should learn from her. So, when I decided to persevere, I asked her, "What should I do next? I feel like guys aren't particularly interested in chatting, and I'm always the one bringing up the conversation."

"Did he delete you? Did he explicitly reject you? Did he unfollow you?"

"Not really. Otherwise I wouldn't be missing you so much right now."

If I like a concert that requires tickets and see that there are people waiting for the VIP seats, I will naturally leave the applause before lights out.

Intellectually, I'm probably like a desert plant, its roots growing only in the direction of nutrients. Withdrawing from unsuitable soil isn't a sign of indifference, but rather an honesty toward the power of life.

When I couldn't judge whether Mr. Shi was the right soil, I opened Qingteng again and looked at the profile picture. Although I knew it was wrong to let my values ​​​​follow my facial features, my retina was kneeling and shouting "encore!"

Let’s put it this way, humans evolved the ability to appreciate beauty so that we can confidently say at moments like this: this face is indeed worthy of being archived in the gene bank.

"I still like Mr. Shi very much. His face makes my heart flutter no matter how I look at it."