063 | (Sixty-two) If she knew
What could she say about this... that two people who seemed completely unrelated to each other slept together?
Xie Qingyan sighed deeply, slumped his head onto the table, and complained half-jokingly, "My mom said that if I get into the bottom ten of the class again in this monthly exam, I won't be allowed to go anywhere during the National Day holiday. What am I going to do? It's bad enough that I'm going to be jailed at school, but I'll be jailed at home too. Please help me!"
Zhou Hanyu looked at her suspiciously, feeling that Xie Qingyan's words were not very honest. She looked left and right but could not figure it out, so she could only believe it. She whispered in her ear, "I asked Lao Qin for a hint, and the math shouldn't be too difficult. You should try your best."
"Thanks, huh?" Xie Qingyan snorted coldly, his lips twitching into a forced smile. "The claim that it's not too difficult, according to the top student, is completely unreliable."
Zhou Hanyu said helplessly, "If you come to my house after school, I'll give you some extra nutrition."
Xie Qingyan quickly thought about it: Zhou Hanyu was the math class representative, and our Class 8 math teacher was the head of the second-year math group.
Since Zhou Hanyu was able to get a hint, he might even be able to give her a question or two and highlight the key points... Plus, he could avoid someone openly, which would be entirely beneficial.
Xie Qingyan quickly nodded in agreement, grinning, "Okay, if I pass this time, what do you want to eat? It's on me."
"Alright, sister, you can talk about it later."
Just as he finished speaking, the bell rang, and Zhou Hanyu returned to his seat.
Xie Qingyan rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, staring blankly at the wisps of clouds drifting outside the window.
This is a Chinese class. The teacher is a young woman named Yang Xuan. She is very approachable, unlike our homeroom teacher who always has a stern face.
Ms. Yang had recently graduated with a master's degree, and Class 8 was her first class of students. She took it very seriously, and her voice was full of energy and enthusiasm when she lectured. She read the texts with great intonation, which made her very popular with the students.
When he caught Xie Qingyan daydreaming, he would only do so when the students were reading. He would walk past her with a smile, pat the disobedient student on the shoulder, point to the book, and signal Xie Qingyan to pay attention.
I muddled through a class and made it to evening self-study.
Xie Qingyan took a charcoal pencil and scribbled on the sketch paper. At first, he was drawing a rough sketch of a figure. For some reason, the more he looked at the faceless figure, the more familiar it seemed. Broad shoulders, long legs, the smooth flow of the waist muscles, and the strong, taut lines of the thighs—even with an empty face, he could still tell who it was.
Xie Qingyan felt as if he were possessed by a demon, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Could she have been cursed by a celestial being?
Zheng Hui came up from behind: "Little Yanzi, what are you drawing?"
Xie Qingyan sat up straight and tore the drawing paper to shreds.
"Nothing." She stiffly turned her head, forcing a laugh to divert his attention, "Well, there's a new game called XXX that recently came out on Steam, have you played it...?"
Zheng Hui narrowed his eyes, even though Xie Qingyan quickly covered up his actions.
He still managed to keenly discern the outline of a faceless boy on the drawing paper. Even with his excellent eyesight, his carelessness couldn't overcome his own; Zheng Hui couldn't tell who it was, only that it looked strangely familiar.
...
The week is over.
Xie Qingyan hadn't spoken to Su Xingmao for several days. On several occasions, he had seen Su Xingmao at the end of the corridor or through a window in the classroom, but he always stood quietly in place and didn't approach.
Only a faint, almost imperceptible gaze drifts by, as tranquil as the moonlight of early winter, gently scattering across the ground like frost—not too cold, but subtly chilling. Seeing it a few times inevitably sends a chill down one's spine.
This is so annoying!
Xie Qingyan snapped out of her daze, tore off another piece of paper, and as she groggily made out the name that was only half written on the paper, the charcoal pencil snapped in two and broke on the ground.
These past few days, Xie Qingyan has had to be extremely careful when she gets home, constantly looking around to see if anyone is there, fearing that some persistent shadow is lurking somewhere in the house, waiting for her to walk right into their trap.
Even if she changed the password, there was nothing she could do. Ms. Xie Jinyu was broad-minded and agreed to her close friend's request to take care of Su Xingmao when she had free time. She had already decided that he was a good student, so she was able to let him go with just a few words.
Seeing the light on in the room opposite her bedroom, and a figure hunched over a desk writing, Xie Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief. She walked expressionlessly to the window and slammed it shut. However, the noise was too loud, and the loud "bang" attracted the other person's attention.
The hazy shadow under the window screen seemed to be raising its head and looking this way.
Xie Qingyan hurriedly drew the curtains, wanting to avoid seeing it.
At approximately 11:00, the lights across the street went out through the gap in the gauze curtain.
Su Xingmao lay flat on the bed. After autumn arrived, the night was very quiet. The cicadas stopped chirping, leaving only the clear ticking of the second hand on the wall.
Having sex with Xie Qingyan did not change their relationship; instead, it led to a stalemate.
During this time, she had been avoiding him, and Su Xingmao knew this perfectly well.
He tried to convince himself, with feeble words of explanation, that perhaps Xie Qingyan needed time to adjust.
Su Xingmao doesn't regret breaking the anchor point of balance between the two; it was only a matter of time.
Su Xingmao was certain that Xie Qingyan would sleep with him sooner or later, and that it could only be him.
However... because she went to see someone who displeased him, it was a little earlier than planned.
The incident happened so suddenly that she was at a loss, which he should understand.
He forced himself to immerse himself in a sea of practice problems, his pen flying across the page, diverting too much attention from Xie Qingyan.
Contrary to his wishes, she was like a black hole with a powerful gravitational pull. Even though they were in the same classroom, Su Xingmao couldn't help but chase after her.
Over the past week, she had less contact with Zhou Jianyang, but she had become very close with Zheng Hui. Whenever she passed by, she could always hear them discussing a certain game, laughing loudly. Amidst the noise in the classroom, she could also hear Xie Qingyan's clear, ringing laughter.
She seemed very happy.
Why is this happiness always so far away from him?
Su Xingmao gazed into the distance, his ten fingers mechanically clenched in his palms. He maintained a calm and restrained demeanor, refraining from disturbing her.
But the night magnifies everything.
Including longing, the senses that escaped during the day spread endlessly.
He turned to look at the window, his gaze like tentacles reaching out to another house. Unlike Xie Qingyan, who was completely covered up as if afraid of letting out even a sliver of light, he did not close the window.
There are probably some scattered fantasies in my mind.
The tightly closed window would open in the moonlight, revealing a radiant face. A hand would be raised and swung forcefully in his direction, throwing a small paper ball at him. He would open it and take a look.
It read, "Hey, wanna go out and have some fun?"
As has happened many times before.
It's a real pain that people grow up.
Tonight is a clear night, with light clouds and cool moonlight flowing from the sky to the eaves, jumping into his eyes and covering them with a thin layer of frost.
The sheer fabric danced gently in the mountain breeze.
He gazed out the window for a long time, until his eyes gradually lost focus. The white veil became a person's face, the night was blurred into jet-black hair, and the bright moon, like a jade plate, shone brightly, like a pair of clever eyes. Occasionally, when dark clouds drifted by, those eyes would blink.
She said to him slyly.
What are you doing? Can't sleep?
"Mm." He nodded gently.
"Why?" The night was deep, and the clouds half-obscured the moon. She squinted and smiled mischievously. "Let me guess."
Are you thinking about me?
“Yes,” he said again.
The clouds drifted away, and the moon shone brightly: "Ah, you're so useless, you can't sleep because you miss me so much again?"
A smug and playful look.
If she knew.
She would say the same thing to him.
If she knew.
Tonight I gaze out your window, unable to sleep.
The constellation Mao does not like to dream.
As the sky turned from green to white, he had a dream.
In my dream, I vaguely heard a voice saying, "Idiot, are you stupid? If you miss me, come find me, understand?"
"Okay." He smiled too.
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