Chapter 25 White Hair (＾v＾) →(T＿T)……

This weekend was a busy one. The next five days were full of classes, and it seemed impossible to travel far.

"We'd better leave this weekend." Yang Guisi showed Chang Xile the calendar. "After the weekend, we have one more day of class before National Day."

She looked at Chang Xile, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him, "Before this, I suggest you don't leave the school casually. Be more careful and pay attention to the road conditions."

Chang Xile nodded, thinking that he had a full class schedule every day and would collapse exhausted as soon as he returned to the dormitory. There really was nowhere else to go, right?

The next day in class, Chang Xile achieved the achievement of being called upon by the teacher to answer questions in every class.

How intense was it? Let me put it this way: in this large class, if someone occasionally skipped class, it wouldn't be noticed unless they called their name. But Chang Xile simply went to the bathroom, and his phone started beeping, saying, "The teacher just called your name."

...He also said that he would skip some classes to go to Changle Mountain for a visit. What is there to skip?

Ren Qing disagreed: "It's wrong to skip classes."

Fang Xinai disagreed: "But doesn't everyone say that a university life without skipping classes is incomplete?"

Ren Qing snorted: "I think this is a perverse logic."

Chang Xile saw the two of them butting heads again, but she had no intention of trying to stop them. She held her face in distress and thought, "Not wanting to skip class and not being able to skip class are two different things!"

On the third day, the area around Sheung Hee-lok's seat was empty. The students who had originally sat there would rather sit in the front row than not. Because if they sat next to Sheung Hee-lok, they would be called upon to answer questions.

Only Fang Xinai, Ren Qing, and Yang Guisi remained steadfastly sitting beside her. Back in the dorm, they all collapsed in exhaustion. Fang Xinai slumped over the table, wailing, "I haven't been called out more times in the entire past week than today!"

The other three were too tired to speak. After a while, Fang Xinai, scrolling through her phone, suddenly asked, "Hey Xile, is this your boyfriend?"

"Huh?" Chang Xile leaned over to take a look. There was a post on the campus wall in Fang Xinai's circle of friends.

[Wall! Finding a guy who often sketches at Lin Huan Lake. I really, really, really want to ask, where did you dye your hair? Why can't you even see a single black root?! His hair looks amazing too... Ooooh, oh, oh, please tell me the shop address so I can go get it dyed.]

A photo was attached under the text, showing the back of a boy with short white hair sitting by the lake and sketching.

Without needing to see his face more clearly, Chang Xile said with certainty, "It's him."

There are many comments following this post:

[Squat squat!]

[I've met him in person! The poster was absolutely right; his hair is incredibly good, and the color he dyes is beautiful.]

[Off topic, this guy looks really good-looking. Is it possible that the face is actually the best fashion item?]

[Since you took the photo, why don’t you just ask him?]

[Replying to the previous post: He looks too aloof, I don’t dare to whine]

Seeing this, Chang Xile paused and thought, is Anping aloof?

"So where did he dye his hair?" Fang Xinai's heart was moved by these comments. She asked eagerly, "Do you know?"

Chang Xile didn't know. When they were together, she would always twist Anping's hair around her fingertips, and when she noticed the number of twists gradually increasing, she would mutter, "Isn't it time for a haircut?" But she had never heard Anping mention the idea of ​​re-dying her roots.

But given Anping’s financial situation, can it really support such frequent re-dyeing?

"Let me ask him." Chang Xile turned on his mobile phone and asked the question directly.

（＾v＾） ：[Where do you usually dye your hair? ]

Anping: [Do you want to dye your hair?]

Chang Xile curled his lips. Anping had gotten bad lately! He'd started answering questions with questions. This gave Chang Xile a subtle feeling of being humiliated.

(＾ｖ＾): [Maybe, maybe, I would consider dyeing it.]

Anping replied very quickly this time. He couldn't even wait to type and sent a voice message directly.

Chang Xile was tapping the screen regularly, but before he could react, he accidentally clicked on the voice bar.

The familiar male voice sounded a little distorted and mechanical under the processing of the mobile phone microphone:

"But you look best with black hair."

Fang Xinai, who overheard the conversation, thought silently: Why did their topic end here?

Chang Xile felt her ears burning. This person had clearly never seen her with any other hair color, yet his compliments were unconvincing, yet they seemed incredibly sincere, making it hard to resist. Fang Xinai, closely following the progress of the questioning, watched Chang Xile's constantly changing expression until she finally became angry.

(＾v＾): I just want to know! There are no secrets between lovers, tell me quickly!!!

Three exclamation marks represent urgency.

However, Anping was silent for a long time, and his name column kept showing "The other party is typing". However, Chang Xile waited for a long time but did not see any new message.

The lights were about to be turned off and classes had to be held the next day, so Chang Xile went to wash up first at the urging of his roommate.

It wasn't until she lay down on the bed, tossed her phone aside, and was about to go to sleep that her phone vibrated. Chang Xile squinted her eyes and picked up the phone, finally seeing the results of Anping's two hours of "typing".

Anping: [Don’t lovers have secrets?]

He threw the question to Chang Xile again, but this time he seemed to be confused.

Chang Xile now thought back to what she had said in her anger, and she wasn't entirely sure. This was her first time in a relationship, so the question was a bit out of context.

So she clicked on another chat box with the note "Mother" and decided to ask for advice from a love guru.

(＾v＾): [Mom, are you there?]

Your sweet aunt: [If there is something to say, come forward and report; if not, leave the court]

(＾v＾): [You're staying up late!]

Your sweet aunt: [? What are you doing here, staging a sting operation?]

(＾v＾): [Do you think lovers should have secrets?]

Your sweet aunt: [Of course it must be there]

Your Sweet Auntie: [For example, your dad doesn’t know I’m staying up late now. I suggest you keep it a secret, otherwise I’ll help you commit suicide.]

(＾v＾): [But shouldn’t lovers be honest with each other?]

Your Sweet Aunt: [Of course you should be honest about important matters, but you should also give the other person enough privacy]

Your sweet aunt: [For example, I always saw your dad secretly sending money behind the sofa but never said anything.]

(＾v＾): [Waiting for a big wave, huh?]

Your sweet aunt: [Yeah.]

After a while, the other side seemed to suddenly realize something.

Your sweet aunt: [Hmm? Are you in love?]

(＾v＾): [Um…um…goodnight! Mmmmmmm~]

Your sweet aunt: [No, how long has school been open?]

Chang Xile smiled innocently and exited the chat interface. Although chatting with his mother was always interspersed with jokes, Chang Xile had a different opinion on the saying "there are no secrets between lovers".

Is "where to dye your hair" a matter of principle? Definitely not. Shouldn't she keep harping on it? Anping must have his reasons for not saying anything, right?

She was still trying to decide how to respond to Anping when the other party started typing again.

...What on earth is this person typing all day long?

But this time he replied quickly.

Anping: [My hair is naturally white, not dyed.]

Chang Xile opened her mouth slightly in surprise. She realized something and immediately exited the chat box and searched "Under what circumstances will people be born with white hair?"

Most of the entries that come out are related to some diseases, and only a few are related to genetic factors.

Chang Xile fell silent. This meant she had likely been forcing a patient to reveal their scars tonight. Thinking of An Ping's hesitation, Chang Xile covered her head and silently collapsed in the darkness.

Damn her!

(＾ｖ＾): [Sorry!]

She was fidgeting with her phone in her hand, looking at her big smiling face nickname on the screen, and felt that it was insincere to apologize with a smiling face.

(T_T): [Wuwuwu, I'm sorry, Anping. I shouldn't have forced you to answer things you didn't want to say. TAT Lovers can have secrets. I was wrong.]

Before Anping finished editing his next sentence, he saw the message sent by Chang Xile. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Is this matter over?

Then he doesn't need to say the following words.

He deleted the newly edited text word by word. If Chang Xile knew what information he had missed, he would definitely beat his chest in regret.

However, Chang Xile is now almost unable to bear the guilt.

It was well past her usual bedtime, and Chang Xile was already struggling to stay awake. After seeing Anping's "It's okay" message, she felt sleepiness wash over her like a tide. Before she could turn off her screen, she fell asleep, thinking to herself, "I must apologize to Anping in person."

She didn't see Anping's last words:

[Never say sorry to me]

On the other side, Anping stared at the last sentence on the screen without blinking. The dim light from the screen illuminated his beautiful blinking eyes.

"Isn't this supposed to be a lie?" An Ping stroked his white hair. Since arriving at Yamashiro University, he hadn't been bothered by his hair color or the strange looks others gave him. If possible, he sincerely wished he could have black hair like Chang Xile.

Chang Xile didn't sleep well that night. She woke up from time to time, and every time she woke up, she would start to think: "Wow, how could I say such a thing? I deserve to die!"

In the middle of the night, Fang Xinai's phone silently lit up, displaying a message from Chang Xile:

(T_T): [There is no answer. Let’s patiently look for a hair dye shop that suits us.]

Fang Xinai woke up the next morning and thought: "Why are you so sad?"

Staying up late also directly led to Chang Xile's dazed state during class the next day. On the way to school, and even during class, she kept feeling like a voice was calling her name. But Chang Xile looked around but couldn't find the source of the sound.

When Chang Xile turned his head again to look for the source of the sound, he was honored to be called upon by the teacher to answer a question again.

"Chang, what are you looking for?" The old teacher smiled kindly. He was already familiar with this female student. She always looked a little absent-minded during class, but when she was called on to answer a question, she always answered it. She was a special little student.

Chang Xile stood up from her seat, but her thoughts were still drawn to the strange voice. The voice became more and more urgent, and seemed to be getting closer and closer to her;

"I'm here, here. Can you see me?"

The voice was like a sob, like it was speaking to her heart, and it made Chang Xile panic. She said anxiously, "I can't see!"

As soon as the words fell, the female voice suddenly fell silent. At the same time, the entire classroom fell silent. Chang Xile finally came to her senses and found that everyone in the classroom was looking at her.

It's over! Chang Xile had already checked with the teacher about this person, so he couldn't be a troublemaker anymore.

The teacher smiled and said, "You're right. If you have any difficulties in class, you should raise them promptly so we can help you solve them. Usually in other classes, the kids are always trying to squeeze into the back row, but these days I've seen many of our students voluntarily sit in the front row. I'm very pleased! You can't see the blackboard clearly either, right? Come on, I see there's an empty seat in the first row."

Things had come to this point, so Chang Xile had no choice but to bite the bullet and pack up his books, and walk to the first row under the sympathetic gaze of the other two people in the dormitory - this was the scene Yang Guisi saw when he came back from the bathroom.

At the same time, those students who thought they needed more sympathy were those who sat in the first row to avoid Chang Xile.

They all looked at Chang Xile, their eyes full of resistance: Student Chang, who is being targeted by the teacher, please don't come over here!