Chapter 38
After that day, Xia Zhiheng never took out the photo album again.
Zhang Jusong didn't say anything about it, and it passed by vaguely like the last three minutes before get out of class ended.
She used to be alone, but now that there was someone around her, she didn't feel disgusted. Half of the reason was that Xia Zhiheng's presence always moistened things silently.
When she was studying, he sat quietly beside her, busy with his own things. When she was a little thirsty, she looked up at the water cup, but before she could get up, Xia Zhiheng stood up first and picked up the water cup to get water.
At first, Zhang Jusong felt a little embarrassed and kept saying “thank you” over and over again.
Maybe because he was tired of hearing that, one time when she said "thank you", Xia Zhiheng stepped back with the cup like a child, with a pitiful look in his eyes: "Sister, if you keep being so polite, I'll be angry."
She was stunned for a moment: "But..."
"If you feel embarrassed," Xia Zhiheng leaned closer to her and said in a low voice, "How about this."
He pointed to his right cheek, with a smile on his face: "Sister, give me a kiss, and it will be a month's 'thank you'. How about that?"
This little pervert!
Zhang Jusong blushed, reached out to grab the water cup, and got it easily - Xia Zhiheng didn't even use any force at all.
She snorted and looked at Xia Zhiheng: "No - thanks!"
The sound was a little louder, and the student who was studying next to him frowned and looked at him. Oops, he disturbed others, Zhang Jusong immediately stopped talking, sat up straight, and stopped talking, and didn't look at Xia Zhiheng.
Amid the sounds of typing on keyboards, fiddling with paper and pens, and the slight movement of chairs in the library, a small piece of paper appeared in her field of vision.
Xia Zhiheng's handwriting is full of strength, with a hint of Liu style writing: "Really don't worry about it. I only feel bothered if you don't bother me."
After seeing the words on the small piece of paper clearly, she looked up at Xia Zhiheng who was sitting upright, and then glanced at the classmates around her who were studying hard, and she regained the excitement of gossiping in the classroom in junior high and high school.
With a slight smile on her face, she found a pen and wrote on the small piece of paper: "Got it!"
Having said that, it still took her a few days to change her habit of saying "thank you" to Xia Zhiheng. She was actually a little scared. Was it not good to accept someone's kindness so confidently?
What if... one day he takes it back?
Thinking of this, she hated herself for being indecisive and worrying too much. She said to herself, "Why are you so cautious and timid? No wonder you have such a bad relationship with others. Is it because he is so nice to you that you have to push him away to feel comfortable? You have already agreed to be together."
After scolding herself several times, Zhang Jusong gradually got used to all the good things Xia Zhiheng did to her, but she still felt a little guilty and wanted to even things out. Since he fetched water for her, she bought a lot of tea bags and shared them with him, lemon tea today and citrus tea tomorrow; since he paid for the meal, she would definitely buy the movie tickets first next time.
In fact, they couldn't spend the whole day together. Zhang Jusong had joined Teacher Ju's project and had to take time out to help. Xia Zhiheng was a freshman, undecided about his major, with a lot of courses to take, and various school activities to learn about. So every Sunday night, they would check their schedules to see when it would be convenient for them to meet.
On Monday afternoon, Xia Zhiheng had a class but Zhang Jusong didn't. Ten minutes before the bell rang, Zhang Jusong left the library to wait for Xia Zhiheng to finish class.
In autumn, the sun sets early, and as it sets in the west, it shines obliquely on the stairs of the teaching building. There is a large, simple wooden window, and outside are two ginkgo trees, with their branches and leaves covering the ground, which have gradually turned golden with the season.
Zhang Jusong counted the golden apricot leaves falling on the ground. When he counted for the fifth time, the bell rang. Xia Zhiheng, wearing an ivory white sweater and carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, rushed out from the crowd of people leaving class.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
As soon as he saw her, his eyes were filled with smiles. Seeing that the army of students behind him was about to rush to the corridor, he suddenly took her hand and said, "Sister, let's go quickly, the stairs will be jammed later."
After rushing down in one breath, Xia Zhiheng asked her with a smile: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Zhang Jusong thought for a second: "Teppanyaki fried rice?"
"Okay," he agreed readily, "Let's go to Xiyuan."
On the way to Xiyuan, you pass a square with large expanses of green grass and a small circular field with three or four circles of stone chairs built around it. Because the place is wide and located at the intersection of several canteens, with the school's centenary auditorium behind it, it is in an excellent location and is often used by students for various types of activities.
Today was no exception, with several small stands neatly arranged and banners hung. Zhang Jusong glanced up casually, pausing slightly as his eyes rested on the promotional words on the banner: "Registration for the Top Ten Campus Singers Contest has begun!"
This kind of campus singing competition should be considered a traditional event of the university. It is held every year and is always lively. This is the third time that Zhang Jusong has seen the registration banner since he entered the school.
Xia Zhiheng also stopped and looked at the banner, then asked her, "Are you interested? Do you want to go take a look?"
"No need." Zhang Jusong replied immediately, "Let's go, there's nothing to see, it's the same every year."
She urged, "Let's go, there will be more people later."
The advantage of running fast after class is that you can grab a seat in the cafeteria and get your meal first without having to wait in long and crowded queues.
She even managed to grab a seat by the window, and if she turned her head slightly, she could see the trees outside. Since there was no long queue of students ordering food, the canteen chef could be more relaxed. The iron plate fried rice was cooked to the perfect temperature, and even the complimentary kelp and pork ribs soup actually contained a small piece of pork cartilage.
But during this meal, Zhang Jusong was more or less absent-minded.
Coming out of Xiyuan, the small square was already bustling with activity. Many students gathered around the announcement staff, listening to the rules and competition system. At a glance, most of them were freshmen, because their faces were filled with curiosity and expectation. Someone who had watched the selection of campus singer competitions several times would not be so excited. For example, Zhang Jusong, her expression was always indifferent.
She looked at the bustling crowd and narrowed her eyes.
"Do you want to go and take a look?" Xia Zhiheng asked again.
She suddenly realized that Xia Zhiheng was also a freshman and might be interested.
"Oh, by the way, do you want to participate?" She said to Xia Zhiheng, "This singing competition is quite grand. The final will be held in the school auditorium. School leaders, sponsors from large companies and even TV stations will be there."
"Me?" Xia Zhiheng laughed. "If it's playing guitar, I can barely make it, but singing is fine. During the military training performance, their choir refused to accept me."
Thinking of his singing voice that he had heard before, Zhang Jusong couldn't help but chuckle. Indeed, although Xia Zhiheng had a nice voice, his singing was a bit weird and out of tune.
After looking at each other and laughing for a while, Xia Zhiheng said seriously, "Sister, I remember you sing very well. Do you want to sign up?"
"No need." Zhang Jusong refused decisively. She thought for a moment and said, "I'm already a junior."
"So what?" Xia Zhiheng was puzzled and looked towards the registration office. "Is there a rule that freshmen must participate in the competition? I'll go ask."
Seeing that he really took a step forward and tried to walk towards the registration office, Zhang Jusong immediately grabbed him.
"Hey, stop it..." Her mind raced as she came up with a new excuse, "I've been very busy lately. I don't have time for this."
Without giving Xia Zhiheng a chance to refuse, she forcibly dragged Xia Zhiheng in the opposite direction.
Her attitude was very resolute, but when she fell asleep at night, she inexplicably dreamed of something that happened a long time ago.
The spotlight was on, tiny dust particles were floating in the air, and the lights shone from all directions on her small hands holding the microphone. Her whole body was dazzling as if it was about to burn. The dark audience below the stage burst into warm applause and cheers when the song ended.
Such deafening applause woke her up from her dream.
When I woke up, it was night and silence again.
She got up quietly, leaned her back against the wall, hugged her knees, curled up into a very small ball, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
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