Liu Tian was extremely frustrated.

"This woman apologizes to Huo Guang so easily, but she can't get a word out to Lao Zhou for ages. Is it really that hard for her to apologize?"

Ye Zhou calmly said, "Ignore her."

After all, he had helped Jiang Jiayan fight off those thugs, gotten so many stitches, and spent so many days in the hospital, yet she hadn't come to see him.

Ye Zhou was worried, so he reached out and touched Liu Tian's head, and couldn't help but swear.

"Damn, you're bleeding from your head!"

"Huh, why don't I feel anything?"

Upon seeing the blood on Ye Zhou's palm, Liu Tian fainted.

Huo Guang rushed over, exclaiming, "Holy crap, holy crap, he's not dead, is he?!"

Ye Zhou exchanged a glance with him, and the two of them helped Liu Tian walk towards the infirmary.

Ye Zhou said, "He should be fine. He's just afraid of blood."

Huo Guang breathed a sigh of relief.

“I was so scared. If he dies, there will be no one to take the fall for me.”

Huo Guang's grades weren't good, but they were slightly better than Liu Tian's; he was second to last in the class.

In the medical room.

"It's nothing, he just got scratched on the head by a rose thorn, it's just a minor cut, it'll be fine in a couple of weeks."

Finally, the doctor wrapped a bandage around Liu Tian's head.

Liu Tian was lying in bed when he slowly woke up.

The first words spoken.

"No one in my class knows I'm afraid of blood, right? It's so embarrassing."

Huo Guang: "It's alright, they all thought you were dead."

Ye Zhou: "…………"

Old Wang rushed over to check if anyone was alright, and it was time for school to let out, so Huo Guang left.

Ye Zhou returned to the classroom and prepared to pack the two of their schoolbags.

Standing at the door, I saw a thin but well-built figure lurking around his desk, peeking out suspiciously.

The classroom windows were all open, and the beige curtains were billowing in the wind.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Zhou leaned against the door, calmly watching the flustered girl.

"I, I'm not, I'm not a thief."

Ye Zhou was delighted.

"I didn't even say who you were, are you just admitting it yourself?"

"Me, me."

The girl's perfect almond-shaped eyes were partially hidden behind her curtain-like bangs, her expression tense and turbulent.

A light pink tinge appeared on her snow-white cheeks.

Ye Zhou straightened up and walked towards her.

An Youhe was so nervous that she didn't know what to do.

The girl frantically reached out, her two hands stretched straight out.

She kept her head down, her voice still a little nervous, but soft and sweet.

"Here, this is for you, thank you, your chicken, your chicken leg."

Ye Zhou paused for a moment, thinking that the girl's punctuation was quite good.

In An Youhe's hand was a box of dark chocolates, 60% sweetness.

The boy chuckled and said, "Are you... confessing your feelings to me?"

...

"Huh?"

An Youhe looked up and saw the boy's dazzling smile, then hurriedly lowered her head to explain.

No, no, it's not.

All she knew was that Ye Zhou had given her a chicken leg, which was very delicious.

She also knew that the supermarket was having a chocolate sale today, and she didn't have anything she could offer.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhou suddenly struck up a conversation with her one day.

That shining young man on the stage at the student commendation ceremony.

She had been watching quietly all along.

She also knew that Ye Zhou's good academic performance was not solely due to his intelligence.

He also worked very hard.

When the boy looked down at the audience, An Youhe knew he wasn't looking at her, but she still couldn't help but feel her heart flutter.

A boy who is good at studying and has a refreshing orange scent is certainly not the only one she likes.

She knew she could never stand beside Ye Zhou.

All she could hope for was a single glance from Ye Zhou.

Just watching him is enough.

An Youhe sometimes thinks that a boy who is good at studying, has a good personality, and is good-looking must be the first love of countless girls.

If everyone confessed their feelings to Ye Zhou...

He must be very troubled.

She followed in Ye Zhou's footsteps, even though Ye Zhou didn't even know her name.

She and Ye Zhou barely spoke a word to each other throughout high school.

Aside from the annual awards ceremony, this was the closest she had ever been to Ye Zhou.

The awards ceremony was arranged by ranking, and Ye Zhou was always in the leftmost position.

First place.

This was the only way An Youhe could get close to him.

She sometimes envied Jiang Jiayan.

Because what you desperately want, others obtain effortlessly.

Unfortunately, Jiang Jiayan didn't know how to cherish it.

Today is May 20th, you know?

The boy's clear voice rang out, still smiling as he looked at the girl who only reached his shoulder.

No, I don't know.

An Youhe's fair fingers curled slightly.

"I, I'll give it to you again tomorrow."

Ye Zhou chuckled and reached out to ruffle the girl's hair.

"Tomorrow is May 21st, silly girl."

"Ah?" An Youhe blushed almost imperceptibly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Then, then..."

Just as she was about to put the things away, the boy easily took the chocolate away.

"I accept it, thank you."

The girl's empty hands grasped at the air for a moment, then withdrew, her hands awkwardly pinching the folds of her school uniform.

He seemed wooden and dull.

Ye Zhou had lived for over twenty years and had never seen a girl like this before.

I feel like I've wasted my life.

That's so interesting.

And she might cry if you tease her...

What does she look like when she cries?

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