There must be something going on between you two if you confess your feelings.

Lin Shiren wanted to smash that box of Jissbon on Zhou Lin's head.

I'm angry at him, but even angrier at myself. Why did I have to put the wrong receipt? Did I lose my sight?

Lin Shiren's good mood was completely ruined. He was so angry that he couldn't sleep. He took out his grudge notebook and wrote five patriotic poems in one go to vent his anger. He recited the core socialist values ​​more than a dozen times and cursed everyone he could think of in his life in his mind. But he was still not calmed down.

I really hate Zhou Lin. I hope he trips and falls flat on his face, gets soaked to the bone, and is even more likely to be captured and forced to play sumo wrestling with gorillas.

She thought that being promoted to the honors class would finally set the stage for a new chapter in her relationship with Shen Xuqing, but Zhou Lin had already broken the chain of fate. It was like scratching a lottery ticket and not only not winning, but also getting an IOU – that's exactly how Lin Shiren felt.

The mere suspicion that Shen Xuqing had seen the receipt was enough to cause her internal turmoil. She kept ruminating on it, imagining what kind of girl he might think of her, until her head started to ache.

I hate Zhou Lin, the instigator, to death.

As lunch break was about to end, Zhou Lin returned. A large number of students were still asleep in the classroom, so it was easy to spot Lin Shiren leaning back in his chair.

She seemed stumped by a question, looking unhappy. Despite the heat, she hadn't taken off her sun-protective clothing, which was loosely draped over her body, making her appear even thinner.

Song Ci followed him in, her voice still loud: "Damn, I knew I forgot something, I forgot to buy coffee, I'm definitely going to be sleepy this afternoon."

Lin Shiren looked up when he heard the sound. When he saw him, his eyes showed a change in emotion. Zhou Lin wondered if it was just his imagination, but he sensed a faint hostility.

This intense eye contact lasted for three or four seconds before she looked away, lowered her head, and continued writing, pressing hard with her pen until the bluish-white veins on the back of her hand became more prominent.

Like a little kitten with its back arched and fur standing on end, it thought it was fierce but actually had no real threat. Zhou Lin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The classroom was still quiet at the moment, but the boy's laughter, with its casual yet alluring tone, seemed somewhat out of place.

“Little Zhou Zhou, don’t smile like that, it’s creepy…” Song Ci was horrified by the smile.

He rarely smiled and always exuded an aura of indifference. Song Ci followed his gaze across the entire classroom before looking at Lin Shiren, who was sitting upright: "What's going on? Are you smiling at the new classmate?"

Zhou Lin ignored him and bent his knees to walk to his seat.

Song Ci followed him back to his seat, her gaze shifting between the two of them, her face full of assessing the situation: "Something's not right, something's really not right, something must be going on between you two."

"If you have nothing better to do, take out the trash." Zhou Lin slowly pulled a chemistry book from his desk and turned to the first page.

Song Ci's curiosity was completely ignited. She had already finished the chemistry course for the senior year of high school, and this person was obviously just trying to cover it up.

He said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you want to pursue someone, just tell me openly. Your brother is going to study at Beihang University, so he's pretty good at being a wingman. But if you want to have a crush on someone... that's fine too. I'm also good at underground party work."

Zhou Lin rubbed the back of his neck, not even lifting his eyelids: "Get lost, don't pollute my ears."

Song Ci was furious with him, and in a fit of impotent rage, she said, "Fine, you deserve to be single for life. Don't come crying to me for help in the future, because my worth will be so high that it will scare you to death."

You absolutely can't get him to talk.

But Song Ci, who has always been the type to persevere despite setbacks, decided to take a different approach and find someone else to pry. He propped up his exercise book as a cover, secretly took out his phone from the desk drawer, scrolled down the group member list, found Lin Shiren's name, and then clicked to add him as a friend.

The bell rang, and the chemistry teacher entered the classroom carrying a stack of test papers. She had short hair and looked smart and capable. She was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. When she entered, she had a long face and looked like she was in a bad mood.

The sound of the teacher explaining the problem came from the podium in waves. The flat tone was so soothing, and the side effect of not taking a nap came on.

Lin Shiren listened with growing weariness. She rested her elbows on the table, propped her cheeks up, and secretly yawned. Her handwriting gradually became sloppy.

Dong Rui passed her a note: "Don't sleep, Little Cannon is looking this way."

The chemistry teacher's surname is Sun. Because she is so scary when she gets angry, the students nicknamed her "Little Cannon".

Lin Shiren pricked his palm with the tip of his pen, relying on the pain to stay awake, his eyes misting over with tears.

Soon my nerves relaxed again, and I became sleepy, my eyelids almost sticking together.

"For alkanes that satisfy this general formula, their degree of unsaturation is zero..." The chemistry teacher's voice trailed off, his eyes narrowed, and the experienced students exchanged eager glances, their heads shrinking back.

This is a sign that someone is about to lose their temper; I wonder who the unlucky one will be today.

Two seconds later, a loud thud of books falling to the ground suddenly came from the aisle near the window, and everyone looked over.

Without the stack of books to shield him, Song Ci's arm slid forward due to inertia, and when he got up rubbing his eyes, the sleep marks on his face were obvious.

He looked up at the chemistry teacher, whose gaze shifted to a different direction. Without hesitation, the teacher threw the chalk at him and erupted like a volcano: "Song Ci, if you want to sleep, go home and sleep until the college entrance exam, how about that?"

Even the sleepiest person was startled awake, and the whole class fell silent.

Lin Shiren could feel her desk shaking because of the upright posture of the boy in front of her, and her wrist also trembled.

The chemistry teacher started flipping through the final exam report cards: "Ninety-one points? Song Ci, do you think you did pretty well? Are you quite satisfied with your grades? If you're so satisfied, you don't need to attend my class anymore. Go home and study on your own."

Song Ci, showing remorse, stood up to listen to the reprimand: "I'm sorry, Teacher Sun, I didn't want to sleep either, but I was really tired. I just wanted to adjust my posture while listening to the lecture, but my body just gave out on its own. I really didn't mean to disrespect you..."

That's a pretty clever way of speaking.

There was no silence, no excuses, only an honest and dutiful admission of their mistakes. The chemistry teacher's expression softened considerably. With her hands on her hips, she continued to make an example of them: "I can see clearly who isn't paying attention to the blackboard and who's looking elsewhere. You're in the top class; do I really need to emphasize discipline?"

As soon as the bell rang, Song Ci slammed her hand on Zhou Lin's desk with a deafening roar, bombarding him with the question: "Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on Little Cannon for me before I went to sleep?"

Zhou Lin put the test paper away, his expression frank and open: "I reminded you."

Song Ci's forehead instantly creased with three lines: "Is that how you remind someone? You suddenly pulled a big move out of nowhere, almost scared the crap out of me. And now that I've offended Little Cannon, I can forget about having a good month. I'll probably be complaining to Old Chen again..."

The classroom was noisy, and Zhou Lin was distracted while drinking water.

Halfway through the chemistry lesson, the teacher had already set his sights on Lin Shiren, who was dozing off and had no idea that she had become the target of his attack, so he deliberately poked Song Ci.

Such a cold and indifferent person actually did a good deed today.

But Lin Shih-ren, who knew nothing about it, did not appreciate it.

All afternoon, she secretly hoped that the Jissbon bag in Zhou Lin's schoolbag would fall to the ground like Song Ci's book, then be discovered by the teacher, seen by classmates, taken to the dean's office, and finally punished with a 5,000-word self-criticism to be read aloud in front of everyone...

Unfortunately, imagination is just imagination, and when the school bell rang, none of this happened.

Lin Shih-jen only discovered the new friend request on WeChat after he got home.

To avoid Zhou Lin, that plague, she didn't even take the subway that night.

The magnetic field between people is very important. Since the birth charts are incompatible, it is necessary to stay away from each other. Naturally, Song Ci is on the list of people to stay away from.

Lin Shih-jen deliberately ignored the friend request. She came to the honors class to improve herself, not to make friends.

Xin Xiaomei got off work early tonight and, unusually, cooked four dishes and a soup. Unfortunately, she only ate half of the meal before her patience ran out.

She slammed her chopsticks on the table, angrily leaned out of the balcony, yelled twice at the noisy square-dancing aunties downstairs, slammed the window shut, and returned to the dining table to start berating Lin Zhiyuan again, blaming him for buying this dilapidated house to take advantage of the situation, and blaming herself for being blind to marry him.

This family was torn apart by her domineering nature, but Lin Shiren was already used to it and continued eating while ignoring her.

As Xin Xiaomei continued her rant, she also grew to dislike Lin Shiren. She tapped Lin Shiren's bowl with her chopsticks and said, "You won't eat celery, you won't eat cilantro, how old are you and still being picky about food? Lin Shiren, let me tell you, don't be like those vain girls who say that food contains light-absorbing ingredients and will make you darker. Your most important thing right now is to study. If you don't even get enough nutrition, how are you going to get into university?"

Lin Shiren was also a little angry. If she didn't like it, she just didn't like it. Did ordering takeout every few days make it nutritious? But the anger was churning in her throat, and in the end, she swallowed it down.

After her divorce, Xin Xiaomei raised her alone. Being a single mother is not easy, and her ex-husband even beat her to the punch in remarrying. How could a competitive person like her stand for that?

Celery was piled into her bowl without any charge: "Now that you're in the honors class, interact more with your classmates. Don't be a shut-in. You'll understand when you enter society that your classmates are the best network of connections."

"Mom, I'm under a lot of pressure from my studies..."

"Then let's learn from pressure cookers and turn pressure into motivation."

Lin Shih-ren shut up.

Xin Xiaomei took a sip of her herbal tea, and the conversation shifted from her connections in the hospital ward to her upcoming menopause...

Full of negative energy.

At 11 p.m., I finally finished my homework.

Lin Shiren noticed that someone's osmanthus flowers were in bloom, filling the air with a rich fragrance. He pushed the window open a little wider and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After showering, I went to the kitchen to heat up a glass of milk for myself. I checked my phone and saw unread messages from Dong Rui, sent half an hour ago: "Have you checked the campus forum?"

She typed softly with her fingertip: "Nothing, what's wrong?"

Dong Rui replied instantly: "Someone is confessing their love, come and see!"

Huaicheng No. 1 Middle School has its own campus app, where students can view school news and notices, download excellent teachers' courseware, and share their learning experiences on the forum. Because the accounts are anonymous, the forum area has also become an outlet for students to express their emotions. Later, this trend intensified, with many people using the forum as a confession wall.

Confessions are common in the forum area, and it's quite strange that none of the homeroom teachers in the school have reached some kind of tacit agreement to come here to catch people dating too early.

This post drew out a group of lurkers. Lin Shih-jen logged into his account and saw the word "explosive" in front of the post.

Her account name is "Gossip Robert," inspired by Weibo, and it's androgynous, so she doesn't feel guilty leaving comments even if she doesn't speak up.

The original post reads as follows: "The first time I saw you in the exam room, I knew I was doomed. You were wearing a pure white T-shirt, with a calm demeanor and a youthful vigor, like chilled plum wine in the hot summer, making the whole exam room sweet."

I idolize you, and I've always strived to follow in your footsteps. I often wondered how fast I could close the distance between us. Until today, I learned some news…

This confession was supposed to wait until after the college entrance exam. I'd hold the acceptance letter, no matter which university it was, no matter where we were in the world, and I'd ask you in person: This summer is so hot, will my crush turn into a passionate love?

The poster's emotions were very sincere, and Lin Shih-ren was actually quite empathetic. She put the milk aside and scrolled down the post, one comment after another, while the comments were constantly being updated in real time.

"The writing is wonderful; unrequited love is always bittersweet."

"Baby, don't always look at him. Getting into the first exam room proves you're very strong too."

"Can't the person being secretly admired really tell? I used to like a boy, and I never told anyone, but everyone around me could tell."

"It's a pity the poster didn't name names directly; I'd love to see how the person involved responded."

"Wasn't it supposed to be in the first exam room? That narrows down the scope."

"Wait a minute, it was supposed to be after the college entrance exam, but now it's been brought forward. Isn't this a major clue?"

"Damn, the poster confessed their feelings early, does that mean the male lead is going to get a guaranteed spot in college?"

"The person upstairs is right."

"As expected, there is strength in numbers."

"If it's Zhou Lin, the poster should really focus on their studies."

Once the male lead was revealed, the topic immediately shifted to Zhou Lin, with everyone talking about how amazing he was to get into the national team and how brilliant his problem-solving methods were. Lin Shiren curled his lip, shook his head like a rattle drum, and suddenly felt like he was the only one who was sober in a world of drunks.

"Could the poster have just been promoted to the honors class?"

Upon seeing this message, Lin Shih-ren was so shocked that his hands trembled and his phone slammed onto the floor with a "thud".

A note from the author:

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50 red envelopes

Song Ci was not wronged; Zhou Lin discovered the Jissbon bag stuffed in his backpack.