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The winter chill was gradually dispelled by the warm breeze that blew on the face with a little moisture. The sycamore trees in Nancheng No. 1 Middle School quietly sprouted tender green buds, just like the budding thoughts of a young boy, quietly unfolding in an unnoticed corner.
The second semester of senior year in high school silently and quietly began in an atmosphere so tense that it was almost stagnant and seemed like one could squeeze out sweat.
Next to the blackboard, the alarming countdown numbers written in eye-catching red chalk, which are getting smaller day by day, are like a sword hanging over everyone's head, constantly reminding them that the end is approaching.
The air was filled with the bitter smell of chalk dust and inked test papers, as well as a unique smell of gunpowder that was unique to the graduating class, a mixture of anxiety, fatigue, desperation and inexplicable excitement.
However, in this gray world shrouded by the high pressure of academic studies, Jiang Yile felt as if he had secretly hidden a small, sweet and glowing candy.
This candy is the ambiguity between her and Gu Nanxiao, which is kept secret but quietly ferments and becomes increasingly stronger in the daily details.
It diluted the bitterness of the test paper and made the dull and suffocating classroom bright and lively, as if a black and white movie was injected with vivid colors.
They formed a tacit understanding that did not require words.
After school in the evening, we would always stay in the classroom for self-study without any prior agreement.
Until the night deepened and the stars twinkled, they were the only two left in the classroom.
The fluorescent lights overhead emitted a slight, continuous hum, illuminating the inky night outside the window, as well as their respective figures, each bent over their desks writing furiously, their silhouettes outlined by the light.
Occasionally, when the pen stopped, she would raise her head to stretch her stiff neck, and her gaze would meet his.
The gaze was no longer as cold and distant as it was at the beginning, but instead held a quiet, indescribable focus, as if confirming her existence, or as if simply craving this moment of undisturbed tranquility.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if an invisible electric current ran through them. They would quickly lower their heads and pretend to continue studying the complicated exercises in front of them. Only the quietly reddening earlobes and the slightly accelerated heartbeats like drums revealed the tacit secret and the throbbing between them.
There seemed to be an invisible, sweet thread in the air, quietly pulling the two young hearts closer and entwining them.
He would remember the plum blossom cake from the old shop in the west of the city that she had casually mentioned the day before that she wanted to eat. The next day, the dessert, wrapped in vintage oil paper and still carrying the warmth and sweet aroma of glutinous rice, would appear quietly and unobtrusively in the corner of her desk drawer like magic.
There was no note, no words, not even a suggestive look, only that perfect, soft and sticky sweetness that spread from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart, making her eyebrows curved for the whole morning, and she seemed to have more energy to do her homework.
And when he represented his class in the grade basketball game, she would quietly avoid the noise and crazy shouts of the crowd and stand alone under the dense shade of an old locust tree at the edge of the court.
But her eyes seemed to be attracted by the most powerful magnet, closely following the agile figure on the field wearing a white No. 7 jersey, running and jumping like the wind, and every move that touched her heart.
It turns out that he is so good at playing basketball. His movements such as breaking through, passing, jumping and shooting are smooth and full of explosive power. He is completely different from his usual calm and reserved self, like a cheetah that has awakened.
When he breaks through the heavy defense, jumps lightly, presses his wrist lightly to make the basketball draw a perfect arc, and steadily sends it into the basket, she will clap her hands vigorously, her palms turning red, but she is completely unaware of it. She only feels a sense of joy and pride surging in her chest, which is even more exciting than when she scores a goal herself.
When he occasionally found her in the cheering crowd with sweat dripping down his temples during a break in fierce confrontation, and nodded slightly to her, or twitched the corners of his mouth very quickly and almost imperceptibly, the secret joy of being responded to alone made her immersed in a light and happy feeling as if she was walking on clouds all day long.
This secret closeness is like the lingering and silent spring rain, silently nourishing two young and dry hearts.
Jiang Yile could clearly feel that the hard ice shell on Gu Nanxiao's body was melting and peeling off bit by bit.
He still didn't talk much, but his silence towards her was filled with a gentleness and indulgence that he had never had before, even a kind of clumsy and cautious care.
He even began to push her toward a piece of paper filled with clear and concise steps when she was stuck on a problem, biting the tip of her pen in distress, her brows knitted together. He would then gently mark the key turning points with a red pen and whisper, "Here, the auxiliary lines can be drawn like this."
His voice was very low, with the unique clarity of a teenager and a hint of imperceptible softness. When it brushed past her ears, it was like carrying a weak electric current, making half of her body numb. Her mind almost drifted away from the complex formulas and figures and drifted to his close, focused profile.
She had to force herself to concentrate in order to understand his simple, almost skipping steps, but her heart was filled with an irrepressible sweetness because of his silent approach and help.
On Friday night, they stayed in the empty classroom as usual to tackle a physics simulation paper that was known as the "hell difficulty".
Outside the window, a drizzle started to fall without anyone noticing. The raindrops hit the glass window, making a fine and gentle sound, as if accompanying this quiet night that belonged only to them.
The last big question involved a complex integration of electromagnetic fields and mechanics. The graphics were as complicated as a maze, and the conditions were as hidden as a deliberately set trap.
The two of them calculated for a long time, using up several sheets of draft paper filled with densely packed symbols and derivations, but they were always stuck at a key step, as if they had entered a dead end with no exit, and a sense of anxiety spread in the silence.
The classroom was unusually quiet, with only the rustling sound of pens scratching across paper and each other's shallow but unignorable breathing.
"It's still not right." Jiang Yile put down his pen in frustration, rubbing his swollen temples. His brows furrowed, his tone filled with frustration and fatigue. "There's something wrong with this force analysis, and the energy conservation theory doesn't fit in. I've already calculated it three times..."
She looked at the densely packed but tangled formulas on the draft paper, which showed no progress. A feeling of powerlessness and self-doubt surged into her heart, as if soaked by damp rain.
Upon hearing this, Gu Nanxiao raised his head from his calculations and looked at the messy draft spread out on the table.
He pondered for a moment, picked up a pen, and lightly drew a clear line on her drawing.
His slender fingertips would occasionally inadvertently touch the back of her hand that was placed on the table, bringing a slightly cool feeling that made her heart stop.
"Ignore the interference of friction," his voice was particularly clear in the silence, like the knocking of jade. "Re-decompose the direction of the initial velocity of the charged particle entering the magnetic field and combine it with the Lorentz force formula."
His fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints. The way he holds the pen is steady and beautiful, with an unquestionable certainty and a reassuring, powerful sense of strength.
The tip of the pen moved across her messy draft, with a determination to cut through the tangled mess.
Jiang Yile followed his guidance, reconstructed the physical image in her mind, and sorted out the confusing clues one by one... It was as if the clouds in front of her eyes suddenly cleared up and the knot that had been entangled in her for a long time suddenly became clear and shone with light.
"Ah! I get it!" Her eyes lit up as she suddenly realized something. With the excitement of sudden enlightenment and the immense sense of accomplishment of having solved a difficult problem, her voice unconsciously rose a little, ringing particularly clear in the silent classroom. "So that's how it is! We need to take this invisible constraint into account! Gu Nanxiao, you're amazing!"
She almost blurted it out with undisguised, pure admiration and gratitude, as if she were looking at an omnipotent hero.
She turned her head and admired him sincerely with a bright smile, like a meteor that suddenly streaked across the dark night sky, so bright that people dared not look directly at it, and it instantly dispelled the coldness around him and the dullness of the classroom.
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