citrus flavor
Frustrated, she buried her head in her arms.
The footsteps grew closer, and she abruptly looked up. Just as he was returning the umbrella, she bumped into him. A little shocked, she asked, "Um...what's up? Is there something you need?"
He chuckled. "Didn't I borrow your umbrella yesterday? Have you forgotten?"
"Ah, oh, right." He paused, scratching his head, then asked curiously how she knew the umbrella was his. "Um, how did you know it was mine?"
"Because of intuition!" he said, noticing my nose was bleeding. We chatted for a long time without me even realizing I was bleeding. If he hadn't pointed it out, I probably would never have noticed.
"Ah!" She instinctively reached up to touch her nose, her hand stained with blood. Holding a tissue, she looked helpless, fiddling with it. "You don't even know you're bleeding," she said, tearing the tissue into strips and crumpling them together.
He stepped forward, bent down, and stuffed a tissue into my nose. I tried to move, but he pressed his hand down on my shoulder. "Don't move, or you'll bleed all over."
Wanting to argue but not wanting to, I said "okay," and then two small strips of tissue were stuffed into my nose. My nose felt uncomfortable from being stuffed with tissues, and I wanted to remove them. Suddenly, a pair of long, slender, and fair hands with well-defined bones stopped me. "Bear with it."
They gently lifted my head, pressing it against my chin. "Okay. Here's your umbrella back. I'm going back now."
"Ah, okay. Thank you," he simply waved in response.
Jiang Yanmu obediently tilted her head back, glancing at him every now and then.
The bell rang, and I sat up.
Fu Yanjin, carrying breakfast at the door, noticed Jiang Yanmu sitting in the corner with two napkins stuffed in her nostrils. She ran over, cupped Jiang Yanmu's face in her hands, and stared at her with a furrowed brow, asking, "What's wrong?"
Following her words, he touched his nose. "Oh, I just bumped into it accidentally."
With a steamed bun in her mouth, Fu Yanjin mumbled, "You're so happy even when you're bleeding, are you crazy?" She reached out and touched Jiang Yanmu's forehead.
"You don't have a fever," Jiang Yanmu said, taking Fu Yanjin's hand from her forehead. She cupped her face in her hands, turned away, and shyly giggled to the side, "You don't understand."
"Okay, okay, I don't understand."
In PE class, we did our usual warm-up run. I deliberately slowed my pace, hoping he would run up to me again. As he passed by, the wind ruffled my hair.
I seemed to smell a faint citrus scent on him, a very refreshing fragrance that seemed perfectly natural on him. Later, I searched for that scent in the supermarket.
On the high shelf sat a bottle of pink-packaged, citrus-scented shower gel. I reached for it, almost touching it. He snatched it away first; he probably thought I couldn't reach it.
He examined the shower gel in his hand and casually asked, "You like citrus scents?" I paused for a moment, then replied, "Oh, yes. You like this scent too?"
I don't know why I asked that question. For a moment, I regretted it. He answered calmly, "No, I just grabbed it."
Staring at the shower gel in his hand, she said dejectedly, "Oh, I see." After a moment of silence, she said, "Um... can I have the shower gel now?"
"Ah, okay," I said, taking the shower gel and nodding. I turned and headed towards the cashier to pay, him following behind me. He wasn't carrying anything, looking like a little boyfriend accompanying me shopping.
If only that were true...
I haven't opened the shower gel since I bought it. I was reluctant to use it, but I ended up using it anyway.
The next day at the cafeteria, Fu Yanjin and I arrived early for lunch. Mainly, we were drawn by the delicious chili oil, even though the soup noodles themselves were rather dull.
A drizzle of bright red, glossy chili oil makes the noodle soup incredibly delicious. I added so much chili oil that my face turned bright red; I was screaming from the spiciness.
Fu Yanjin, who was standing to the side, was holding her stomach and laughing.
"What are you doing! Stop laughing, hiss!"
"I didn't, you have to believe me," she said, trying to suppress a laugh as she stirred the noodles in her bowl. She took a bite and choked.
Seeing Fu Yanjin's gloating expression just moments before, she immediately paid the price. She coughed repeatedly, her face turning red. She buried her face in Jiang Yanmu's shoulder, and it took her a while to recover.
Jiang Yanmu, biting her chopsticks, also mocked the exchange. "Hahahaha, serves you right!"
"Oh my~ Jiang Xiaoyan~" she said, acting coquettishly towards Jiang Yanmu.
Halfway through their conversation, Ye Ziyi and his friends arrived for dinner, placing their bowls in front of me. It was as if the person I liked had suddenly come so close to me.
Excited and anxious...
The playful fighting stopped.
Like a child caught doing something wrong by their parents, they nervously picked up their chopsticks and continued eating their noodles.
I glanced at him every now and then. I watched him chatting with his friends, I don't know what they were talking about. He was laughing happily, and then suddenly our eyes met.
It even seemed to smile at me.
I was caught off guard. "Did he notice me looking at him? What should I do? And he's smiling at me!"
Just a brief eye contact was enough to make my heart race. I wanted to look at him a little longer, but Fu Yanjin pulled me away. "Let's go, stop looking. It's not like we won't see each other again."
"I..." was pulled along reluctantly.
Inside the classroom, he rested his chin on his hand, glancing occasionally towards the door. "Oh dear, you've already watched it 20 times!"
"I don't!"
"Okay, okay, you didn't. Hey, coming~" Jiang Yanmu suddenly turned her head to look at the door, only to find that it wasn't there. She slumped onto the table with a disappointed look on her face.
"Just now, who didn't... I won't say," the sarcastic voice whispered in my ear. I pretended not to hear and buried myself in the sand.
He returned just before class started.
Fu Yanjin nudged me, teasing me with a smile, "Your people are here." She looked up, feigning disbelief, and replied, "What do you mean, 'my people'? You..."
Upon seeing him, her face flushed bright red. "Handsome."
"Huh? What's so interesting?" Fu Yanjin asked, looking puzzled. I shook my head, thinking about the scene I had just witnessed.
He walked into my heart wearing a school uniform, which was very ordinary. But on him, it looked exceptionally different.
No matter how many times, he can still enter my heart.
The lazy afternoon sun set and shone through the window.
In the afternoon classroom, they all couldn't wait to lie down on their desks and sleep. Only he was different.
A person sits, holding a pen.
The wind outside the window rustled through the branches and leaves of the trees. The branches and leaves swayed precariously, making a rustling sound; the sound drifted into my ears, while the wind blew past him.
The books beside him were blown by the wind. He pressed the books down while his pen kept swaying.
I watched that unattainable person from afar. He put down his pen, leaned back for a moment, and looked at me. Terrified, I immediately lay down and pretended to be asleep, thinking that this way nothing would have happened. After that, I continued to pretend to be asleep and didn't get up until the bell rang...
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