After the parents' meeting, Bai Liu, or rather the two of them, just lived their days one by one.

Because the college entrance examination and various tests were approaching, Lu Yizhang and Fang Dian came to see Bai Liu less and less frequently, but Bai Liu did not fall into his previous lonely state.

Of course, this may be related to the fact that after the parent-teacher conference, the previous student was expelled and the other students became much more obedient.

In short, Bai Liu maintained a peaceful life trajectory and moved forward in an orderly manner.

Gradually, Hou Tong, who had been secretly observing Bai Liu, discovered that Bai Liu's changes were becoming more and more significant. These changes were different from the previous changes in her studies and life. This might be due to the special sensitivity of girls to boys they like.

——She suddenly felt that Bai Liu seemed to like someone.

For example, at this moment, during the drowsy afternoon self-study class, the curtains fluttered gently, and the warm spring breeze poured in from the window. Bai Liu was sitting by the window in a white shirt with a slightly open collar. He was holding his chin with his left hand, his eyelids drooping lazily, and holding a neatly sharpened pencil in his hand, writing something stroke by stroke on his draft book.

The curtains slowly rose and fell from the ends of his hair again and again, becoming a swaying blue backdrop.

Hou Tong was lying on the desk, using the books piled high on the desk as a cover as she peeked at Bai Liu in a daze.

When Bai Liu paints, the corners of her lips will curl up slightly.

He is laughing.

That smile was different from the polite and distant smile he had when he thanked her, different from the hypocritical and polite smile he had when talking to other people in the class, and different from the smile that seemed like a mask while watching a show.

The smile on Bai Liu's face now was just like... just like the kind of happy smile she couldn't help but have when she occasionally thought of Bai Liu, unconsciously wrote Bai Liu's name in the notebook, and imagined their future together.

This is the smile of liking someone.

But who does Bai Liu like?

He went to class alone, ate alone, went back to the dormitory alone, cleaned alone, and studied late at night alone. Hou Tong carefully and secretly observed the people around Bai Liu for a month. She found that Bai Liu had only come into contact with a handful of students and teachers in the school.

It can be said that Bai Liu's gaze stays on all humans for a very short and cold time, and it is impossible to tell who he may have a good impression of. Hou Tong really can't find any evidence of who Bai Liu likes.

But her intuition told her that Bai Liu really liked someone.

Hou Tong couldn't help but glance at the sketchbook that Bai Liu was drawing, but after glancing at it twice, she felt that it was not a good idea to do so, and she pushed the book in front of her desk to the front in frustration, blocking her uncontrollable gaze that continued to peek.

Hou Tong thought of Bai Liu's faint smile. She took a deep breath, buried her slightly red eyes in her elbows and pretended to sleep.

Among all the girls in the school, none is prettier than her and none can play volleyball as well as she can. None is richer than her and none is richer than her and none likes Bai Liu as much as she does.

...Where did she lose?

Is there someone in this school who is prettier than her, richer than her, better at sports, and who likes Bai Liu more than she does?

With a vague feeling of losing and a feeling of unwillingness to accept the result, Hou Tong clenched her fist and vowed to find the woman who had defeated her without her knowing it!

Hou Tong began to intensify his surveillance of Bai Liu, no, observation.

She gradually began to discover some clues.

When Bai Liu eats alone, he will put a bowl of soup opposite him. It looks like he put it there accidentally, but if you look closely, it seems like there is someone eating with him opposite him.

When Bai Liu was studying, his body would always unconsciously lean to one side, as if there was a tall person holding him on the shoulders and watching him study.

When Bai Liu returned to the dormitory, she always took the most secluded road, with her fingers clasped behind her back, as if she was having a secret rendezvous with someone on this road, holding hands tightly.

The more Hou Tong watched, the more she felt something was wrong. Some of Bai Liu's behaviors and reactions were too strange, like now.

This class was an English class. Xu Wei had always disliked Bai Liu, so as soon as the class started, she found an excuse to ask Bai Liu to leave and make him stand in the corner. Bai Liu was not surprised at all. He calmly packed up his two notebooks, walked out and stood in the corridor.

It is now the second class in the afternoon. There is a fifteen-minute relaxation break before class. Usually, students will do eye exercises for five minutes and then play soothing music for ten minutes to relax. Xu Wei came to class early.

Hou Tong was now sitting next to the window on the other side of the corridor. She pressed her temples and rubbed her eye sockets, while trying her best to peek out from the slits of her eyes that had been squeezed and deformed by herself, to steal a glance at Bai Liu, who was standing outside the corridor with his back against the window and looking down at his notes.

The window glass was wiped clean and very bright, so bright that Hou Tong could clearly see Bai Liu behind the window even when he peeked at her stealthily.

Bai Liu lowered her head slightly, her back leaning against the window glass. Under the translucent white spring shirt school uniform, one could vaguely see the developing shoulder blades of a boy of seventeen or eighteen. The sides of the shirt were slightly supported by the spine, leaving marks. It was thin, slender and upright, with a little sweat stain in the middle, and one could smell the scent of detergent after washing with soap.

The strands of hair fell from behind Bai Liu's ears, swaying gently in the light breeze. His eyelashes were long and filled with light, his nose was straight, and his lips were slightly opening and closing, as if he was silently reading the knowledge in the notebook in his hands.

The distinct layers of reflective halos through the glass looked like an aesthetic scene deliberately created in a movie. Hou Tong was almost stunned for a moment.

...Bai Liu, you are reading so seriously...

As if noticing Hou Tong's gaze, Bai Liu glanced at her lightly through the glass with his peripheral vision.

The look in his eyes was extremely indifferent, and his dark pupils were filled with the light orange light of the afternoon, as if coated in a film, and looked lazy yet focused.

Although there was no emotion in this glance, Hou Tong's heart couldn't help but pounding. She hurriedly picked up a book and opened it, quickly and seriously covering her eyes that were looking at Bai Liu, and pretended to read the book.

Bai Liu's eyes paused slightly at the book that Hou Tong held upside down, then swept across it and fell back on the notebook in his own hand.

Hou Tong's two big eyes cautiously peeked out from behind the pages of the book. She continued to sneak a peek at Bai Liu who was reading seriously. As she read, she couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

...Before, Bai Liu would smile at her after making eye contact, even though she knew that Bai Liu’s smile was intentional to keep her hanging, but now even Bai Liu didn’t smile at her.

Bai Liu was clearly keeping his distance from her.

That person never even showed up, but Bai Liu had already kept a distance from her because she was seriously practicing love.

Hou Tong found what she thought was a reasonable explanation for all the weird things that happened before - Bai Liu did things alone that only two people would do when they were in love. There was only one explanation.

There is only one truth!

That is Bai Liu is practicing how to fall in love with the person he likes.

How much do you have to like this... Boyfriend love practice...

How cute! Practicing so seriously... Woohoo, but it already belongs to someone else.

Hou Tong slumped on the table in despair. However, when she thought that Bai Liu had been practicing like this for more than half a year and this mysterious love object had not yet appeared, she couldn't help but get angry again and slammed her fist on the table.

Damn it, it’s been almost half a year, and this ungrateful woman still doesn’t come out and start dating Bai Liu!

If you don't want to talk, give it to me! I want to talk! I'm willing to pay to talk!

The five-minute eye exercises ended, and a youthful pop song began playing from the loudspeaker. The song's cheerful melody came out:

"I want to hold your hand like this and never let go."

With this relaxing and cheerful song playing in the background, Hou Tong couldn't help but turn her head and continue looking at Bai Liu outside the window. She was surprised to find that Bai Liu's right hand, which was stretched out straight, became curled up during the song and was tightly held by a bigger hand.

"You, lean on my shoulder."

Hou Tong squinted her eyes and saw that Bai Liu's right shoulder also collapsed a little, as if someone was leaning against it.

"You, fell asleep on my chest."

Bai Liu's chest leaned back against the window, his neck slightly tilted to the side, as if someone was leaning on his shoulders and sleeping on his chest.

Bai Liu's face showed the same faint smile that Hou Tong had seen before. His drooped eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at something leaning against his chest.

Bai Liu reached out and pushed away the thing that was leaning against his chest. He opened and closed his lips slightly and spoke in a very soft voice.

Hou Tong couldn't hear clearly through the glass. She tried hard to identify Bai Liu's mouth shape and repeated word by word:

"Why are you learning the moves in the song?"

The lyrics reached a climax: "Like this kind of life, I love you, you love me——"

After singing this line, Hou Tong clearly saw that the expression on Bai Liu's face seemed to stop for a moment, he turned his face away and his breathing quickened.

——It’s like the reaction of a high school boy after being unexpectedly confessed to by the person he likes.

The first song was over, and the second song was an English song that started with a "kiss".

After seeing Bai Liu's breathing become steady, Hou Tong returned his gaze to his notebook. His expression was calm, and his lips were moving as he said something. However, it did not seem like he was silently reciting his notes. Instead, it seemed like he was explaining the meaning of something.

"What does 'kiss' mean?" Hou Tong imitated Bai Liu's mouth shape and said what he said, "Kissing is a very intimate behavior that can only happen between couples and husband and wife?"

??? What are you doing? Memorizing words?

But Bai Liu couldn't be so ignorant of the meaning of kiss, right? !

The next second, Hou Tong saw Bai Liu's jaw being lifted up, and his shoulders seemed to be pressed against the window by someone. With a bump, the loose shirt on Bai Liu's waist was grasped tightly by an invisible big hand, and the whole person was hugged tightly, with his neck slightly tilted back.

Hou Tong couldn't see Bai Liu's expression. She stared blankly at Bai Liu's slightly trembling back as he was leaning against the window.

The slender shoulder blades were pressed against the glass, leaving marks through the white shirt.

In just a moment, she clearly saw Bai Liu's skin from his neck to behind his ears suddenly turned red, and the notebook that he was tightly holding in his hand gradually loosened.

The spring breeze blew gently at three o'clock in the afternoon. There was only a bad student standing in the empty corridor. The camellia flowers on the top of the mountain were in full bloom. Ambiguous and lively music echoed throughout the school.

Hou Tong's pupils reflected the 18-year-old bad student she liked who was punished to stand in the corridor.

She saw this bad student completely let go of the notebook in his hand at the end of the music of "Kiss".

He closed his eyes without hesitation and hugged back the non-existent lover.

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The lyrics come from Jay Chou's "Simple Love"