Waves crash against the shore.
It's like a heartbeat.
“…Hmm?” Zhao Sun said.
"that is…"
Ma Jiaojiao tried to give an example: "Like in many famous works, there are scenes of confession, right? It's quite romantic. If you were the one in that situation, what would you most like?"
Zhao Xun glanced at the big girl indifferently.
The latter immediately added:
"It has to be based on reality. Anything too exaggerated won't do, like 'I'll come back to my hometown and marry you after the war,' or confessing your love after blasting the boss with a laser—all of that—"
As she spoke, she crossed her arms and adopted a serious expression:
"Damn it!!"
Ma Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun's gaze shifted to the pitch-black sea.
He had his hands in his shirt pockets.
Ma Jiaojiao scrutinized her closely.
She already had a very thorough understanding of her senior's personality.
But his taste, and his minor preferences...
Ma Jiaojiao discovered that this was an unexpected gap in her understanding.
I always felt that my senior didn't seem to be particularly interested in anything or anyone; he always seemed so indifferent and aloof.
Ma Jiaojiao wanted to get closer.
Get a little closer.
Given this premise, she hopes to showcase herself in the way her senior prefers…
Therefore, unable to understand the situation using his own abilities, he despicable self began to probe into the person in question…
Ma Jiaojiao held her breath, eagerly awaiting the boy's answer.
“…Fireworks,” Zhao Xun suddenly spoke.
"Under the fireworks?"
Ma Jiaojiao was taken aback, then her face fell: "But Hangzhou isn't..."
…Are fireworks banned?
After saying that, she realized that her words had revealed her intentions too much.
She quickly shut up, then shook her head repeatedly: "There's nothing there... It's just that fireworks are banned in Hangzhou, so what you want might not be easy to achieve, senior."
Zhao Xun seemed not to hear Ma Jiaojiao's self-defense, and instead continued speaking to herself:
"Amidst the fireworks, she said 'I like you,' and just then, the fireworks exploded in the sky. Turning my head, I only saw the lips of the person next to me moving, and then I shouted at her, 'What are you saying?'"
Zhao Xun noticed that Ma Jiaojiao had an absurd expression that seemed to say, "What are you talking about?"
He chuckled.
Ma Jiaojiao immediately complained: "This is the worst plot ever! Senior, you did this on purpose!"
Zhao Xun suppressed his smile and continued calmly:
"No. I just wanted to ask you something. What are you talking about? Why are you asking that?"
"I was just asking casually."
"oh."
"…That?"
“Say it to my face, ‘I like you’—say it to my face,” Zhao Xun said.
Ma Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat. She looked at the excessively handsome face of the boy in profile, her mouth opening and closing: "...I..."
"Um?"
"...I think you're pretty boring, senior."
The boy's indifferent eyes made Ma Jiaojiao immediately swallow the words that were about to come out of her throat. She spread her hands and said, "Is this all you can imagine for a confession?"
--think.
—But I dare not.
It was a wonderful experience.
Ma Jiaojiao has always believed that she is not a cowardly person, and even dares to call herself Ma the Bold.
However, unexpectedly, when she met the boy's eyes, she lost the courage to continue speaking.
--eccentric.
—The previous relationship has completely ended, but the painful imprint still haunts Ma Jiaojiao like a demon in her heart.
—It's so painful. Ma Jiaojiao felt that if she said this to her senior in person and was rejected, she would definitely go back to that painful vortex.
Just thinking about it makes it hard to breathe.
If the "redemption" of the past becomes a sharp blade, piercing directly into the heart.
The two of them can still maintain this relationship, joking and teasing each other, and at least the senior doesn't dislike him.
But if you don't say the right thing at the right time, you might be disliked by your senior.
If the senior stops paying attention to me...
Ma Jiaojiao took a deep breath, her voice heavy with nasal congestion:
"snort."
"You just asked a question, and I just gave a casual answer—I've never thought about this kind of thing before, so how can I tell you?"
"Never thought of that?"
"Never."
"…Why?"
"There's no reason why."
"Senior, haven't you ever thought about dating?"
Ma Jiaojiao's question made Zhao Xun shrink his nose, as if the sea breeze could seep into his neck through his collar.
His dark eyes glanced at Ma Jiaojiao, and after a moment of silence, he said as if sighing:
"I think dating is a hassle."
"I am very satisfied with my life now."
"But if I were to fall in love, it would mean adding another person to my life out of nowhere."
"It's so boring to have to take care of her feelings, solve her problems, chat with her, and share your hobbies with her—it's like a waste of time."
"And the prerequisite for dating is 'liking that person,' right?"
"But 'liking' can imprison a person's mind; your heart will not belong to just one person."
"I often find myself wondering, 'What is she doing?', 'Why is she doing this?', or 'Is she angry?'—which disrupts my peaceful life."
"It's so annoying."
Ma Jiaojiao did not reply.
Zhao Xun's words were like a heavy punch to her chest.
Something I held dear shattered with the phrase "I hate it."
All my expectations for the next two days vanished after that sentence.
Ma Jiaojiao controlled her breathing, preventing it from becoming excessively heavy.
“…Oh,” she said.
Zhao Xun, who was gazing at the dark sea, did not notice the big girl's subtle change.
Waves splashed up.
His brows furrowed.
After a long silence, he spoke again:
“I’ve been trying to avoid this kind of thing. But…”
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