Chapter 78 She was a reserved and restrained person, but she never expected that the person she liked would be the same.
Zhou Yanchuan wasn't interested and wanted to continue working on the problem when he heard someone say, "Open it and see if there are any names inside."
“Name,” the man muttered as he opened the app, then exclaimed, “Holy shit!”
Upon seeing this, someone immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
The boy with the notebook said, "I think I've discovered something incredible."
"What?"
"This notebook looks like it contains love letters?"
"Um?"
"I only glanced at it and saw Brother Chuan's name." The boy said, then shouted to Zhou Yanchuan, "Brother Chuan, it seems like your name is all over this."
Hearing his name called, Zhou Yanchuan lifted his eyelids, about to say: "Put it on the podium and wait for someone to pick it up."
When she saw the notebook the boy was waving in his hand, her gaze paused for a moment, and the words that came out of her mouth were: "Give it to me."
"Okay."
The boy shouted and ran towards him.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the notebook handed over with both hands; it was indeed Wen Xiaojiu's.
only.
He lifted his eyelids to look at the boy: "What did you just say was written inside?"
"I only glanced at it, and it seemed to say that you're in a relationship again."
"I'm in a relationship again?"
"right."
"Is this the notebook of a girl who has a crush on you?"
Zhou Yanchuan didn't speak, but his fingers unconsciously tapped the notebook once.
Does Wen Xiaojiu have a crush on him?
*
Xia Shi looked at the girl frantically searching for something in the drawer and asked softly, "Xiao Jiu, have you lost something?"
For the first time, Wen Jiu's face showed a panicked expression: "I can't find my notebook."
"A notebook?" Xia Shi suddenly remembered the boy on the podium after class and asked tentatively, "Is it a light green notebook with a gold foil design?"
Wen Jiu paused in her search for the notebook: "Yes."
Xia Shi pursed her lips and recounted what had happened.
Wen Jiu's mind went blank for a moment, and she froze: "It's in Zhou Yanchuan's hands?"
"Um."
Xia Shi had just overheard the boy talking to Zhou Yanchuan, saying something about someone who had a crush on him.
In that case, did Xiao Jiu write something like a love letter in that notebook?
Through these few days of interaction, she had a pretty good understanding of their relationship. They liked each other, and she would probably be shy if the love letter were seen.
But the girl's current reaction seems to be one of helplessness and fear.
Xia Shi asked with some concern, "Did they write something?"
Wen Jiu didn't know how to talk to the girl; her head was just spinning.
She dared not imagine what Zhou Yanchuan would see if he saw what she had written.
What will he think of her?
I've been fantasizing about him, spying on him, and even being infatuated with him for a very long time...
However, Wen Jiu knew him well, and given his personality, it was impossible for him to read her diary.
But I'm also afraid of what might happen.
*
Zhou Yanchuan stared at the notebook on the table. In the lower right corner of the cover, two small characters were written in gold pen: "Wen Jiu".
What would she write down in there?
And why would his romantic relationships appear in her diary?
Zhou Yanchuan couldn't help but pick up the notebook, but he would stop just as he was about to open it.
After a long silence, I decided to give up.
But just as he was putting the notebook into his schoolbag, a piece of paper fell out.
Zhou Yanchuan picked it up from the ground and examined it; his previously calm expression suddenly changed.
"Zhou Yanchuan, I like you so much."
He clenched the paper in his hand, and various images flashed through his mind in that instant.
Why are you avoiding me?
"I didn't dodge."
"Zhou Yanchuan, are you in a relationship?"
"Here, take this."
"Zhou Yanchuan, I miss you."
"I don't like him."
...
There are many things that don't make sense, whether it's liking Song Song or Lu Jingci, his reaction when drunk, and his appearance after confessing his feelings.
He should have thought of this a long time ago.
A girl who rejects others so decisively—if she didn't like him, why would she let him tease her?
*
Zhou Yanchuan took the notebook out again.
Monday.
Zhou Yanchuan seems to be dating a girl. I secretly glanced at her, and she's so pretty... I wish I were that pretty too.
Tuesday.
If only humans had the memory of fish, then they wouldn't be unhappy.
Thursday.
Many girls in the class were talking about Zhou Yanchuan. He was still so popular. They were happy for him, but they also felt a little sad.
Friday.
Some say a name is the most powerful spell in the world; each time it's called out, the bond deepens. Zhou Yanchuan, Zhou Yanchuan, Zhou Yanchuan, Zhou Yanchuan…
Does this mean we'll never be apart?
Sunday.
The weather forecast says it will rain, I wonder if Zhou Yanchuan took an umbrella when he went out today.
Okay, I didn't take it.
Fool.
...
Could you like me a little bit more, just a tiny bit?
...
Why do I say "younger sister"? I don't like younger sisters, I don't like them.
...
If only I didn't have a father, I could be closer to Zhou Yanchuan.
But if it weren't for her father, she probably wouldn't have met Zhou Yanchuan.
...
It's raining again today, but I'm not home alone. Zhou Yanchuan came over to play with me.
I was doing my homework at my desk, and he was sitting quietly next to me playing on his phone.
After I finished my homework, Zhou Yanchuan had actually fallen asleep leaning against the wall.
I didn't have the heart to wake him up, but instead squatted next to the small sofa and secretly watched him for a long time.
...
Why am I so conflicted? I've been eagerly anticipating his affection day and night, but when he actually gets close, I can't help but back away.
...
If only I were a butterfly, I could gently land on Zhou Yanchuan's eyes, the tip of his nose, and the corner of his lips while he takes a nap...
Do all the things you want to do to him.
...
I really, really want to steal a kiss from Zhou Yanchuan.
As the pages of paper were turned, Zhou Yanchuan's calm expression changed noticeably.
Stiff and listless, with an unusual hint of bewilderment.
The words before me were so poignant and straightforward; not a single word or sentence mentioned "like," yet every single word and sentence expressed "like."
What exactly is she...?
Zhou Yanchuan looked at those words, his throat tightening uncontrollably.
He could almost picture the girl hunched over her desk, carefully writing those words stroke by stroke.
She was reserved and restrained by nature, but she never expected that the person she liked would be the same way.
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