Chapter 122 He is so cute

The examination for students with artistic talents is approaching.

After Su Xia finished her afternoon tutoring class, she went to Teacher Li’s piano room and stayed there for two hours.

When he returned home in the evening, he obediently carried his schoolbag into the room in front of Su Xiaojuan, spread out his notebook on the desk, and didn't read a single line for a long time.

Then he pulled out his diary from the compartment of his schoolbag, and specially changed to a light-colored gel pen. He quickly wrote down two lines of Xu Jiqing's observation notes:

First, he will be shy.

Second, there is a high probability that the shyer they are, the more aggressive they look. This is uncertain and requires a larger sample size to confirm.

She had seen a sentence on the Internet: If you think a boy is handsome, then there is still hope for you.

If you think he's cute, you're really screwed.

She was alone in the room.

The floor lamp is warm, and the river outside the window is brightly lit.

Su Xia pulled the curtains, staggered around with a small pillow in her arms, and fell haphazardly onto the small sofa beside the bed, twisting and turning.

He is so cute.

Xu Jiqing is so cute.

It's like a tin soldier that looks difficult to access but actually has a simple switch.

A snowy moon cake with a cool outer layer and soft inner filling.

Is it the filter brought by love, or is it that time reveals a person’s true character.

If we go back a year and give her a big bowl of red mushroom soup, Su Xia probably wouldn't have such hallucinations.

Lying in bed at night, her thoughts were scattered, as if she was a child reading adventure toy books with a video camera, comparing Xu Jiqing's expression when he said goodbye today with many moments in her memory one by one.

When will he have a cold face?

The first time she helped him choose a tie and tiptoed around his shirt collar and neck, Xu Jiqing didn't even look at her and kept frowning.

In order to prepare the wedding invitations, when taking wedding photos at the Sunset Racecourse, the photographer asked her to pull up her veil to cover Xu Jiqing's face.

She just took two steps forward, and her veil was blown up by the wind, gently rubbing Xu Jiqing's chin twice. He then turned around with a sullen face, as if very annoyed.

When she pulled his arm under the bedside lamp, his expression was extremely cold, his thin lips pressed into a line, but he raised his hand impatiently to turn off the light.

All those moments that made her feel lost now have a different explanation——

In those moments after turning around, would Xu Jiqing's ears turn red in the dark places that she had not noticed?

Twenty-seven-year-old Xu Jiqing, the Xu Jiqing who was invited back by the Tsinghua University Alumni Association to give a lecture, is also shy.

He would also feel helpless because of her touch.

Bad news, it seems that my late husband really liked her secretly.

The good news is that what is hers will always be hers, and her late husband is now her secret boyfriend.

This realization made Su Xia feel as if she was standing on pink clouds. Every frame of the past was illuminated by a fairy wand, emitting warm golden light, and small stars twinkled.

It’s great that she is so blessed by God.

She didn't miss him.

No. 1 Middle School has a clear ban on students falling in love early.

But most of the young couples are fearless. They eat lunch and dinner together in the cafeteria, openly visit other classes during physical education classes, and run around the playground in the breeze after evening self-study.

Su Xia was only envious for a short while at the beginning, but was completely healed by another brilliant thought:

They are going to Tsinghua University together, so what does this little regret matter now?

Senior year is tough, but she now has so many sweets, big and small, ahead of her that even the darkest school days seem worth looking forward to:

With He Miao's support, the tutoring sessions every Saturday proceed as planned.

After evening study every day, she would write a few more questions in the classroom.

She would wait until almost all the top students in the experimental class next door had left before going downstairs. At that time, when the S class's practice class was over, Xu Jiqing would stand under the magnolia tree outside the side door, waiting for her to walk to the school gate together.

In the morning, she also specifically asked Su Lijun to take her to school half an hour early.

The bell for the senior high school morning reading rang at 6:50. Su Xia was a sleepyhead and always slept until 6:30 before getting up. She closed her eyes, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and tied her hair. She picked up the packed breakfast, took a few bites in the car, and arrived at the finish line at a critical moment.

It’s not that I haven’t been self-disciplined on a whim, but I haven’t persisted for as long as this time.

The leaves fall and autumn comes. Su Xiaojuan was impressed by the change of clothes from thin cardigans to thick sweaters.

The sky outside the window was still eggshell blue and dim.

Su Xia finished the boiled eggs and fried dumplings in front of her, packed two bottles of milk into her schoolbag, and sat on the small stool at the door to put on her shoes.

"Why are you working so hard lately?" Su Xiaojuan glanced at her dark circles. "Are two bottles of milk enough? I'll ask my uncle to order one more for you tomorrow."

"The midterm exam is coming up soon."

Su Xia lowered her head and muttered while tying her shoelaces, "Two bottles are just right. I can't finish any more."

She fed him one bottle at a time.

Just right.

Su Xiaojuan leaned against the door frame and looked at her, "You assigned so much homework, it's considered lucky to lie down at twelve o'clock. How can you not be sleepy when you get up so early?"

Su Xia swallowed the yawn just as it was about to come out of her mouth.

How could she possibly admit that she was so sleepy that she was dying, but she had to get up even though she was completely sleepy, just to walk along the tree-lined path with Xu Jiqing?

"I'm in my third year of high school now, and every day is crucial. If I miss half an hour of study today, a hundred people will step on my head tomorrow, and I won't be able to get into Jiang Normal University."