When going to school in the morning, Yu Qirong took several special glances at the place where he was last night. The car on the street had disappeared. Yu Qirong couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. A small stone was kicked by him on the ground and rolled everywhere. Finally, it rolled to the side of a pair of sneakers and was stepped on by the shoes.
Yu Qirong looked up and saw Tang Xingfei looking at him with those cold and indifferent eyes like a robot.
"..." Yu Qirong immediately gave up the idea of taking the small stone over. He took a step back and wanted to go around it, but Tang Xingfei took another step forward.
It was obvious that they were here to find him.
Yu Qirong had no choice but to raise his head, his eyebrows raised: "What's wrong with you?"
There seemed to be a tendency for the ice on the other side to waver for a moment. Yu Qirong keenly sensed something, but Tang Xingfei's cold lips moved slightly, and the words he said were still not very pleasant: "Be careful when you walk."
Yu Qirong raised her eyebrows, feeling that Tang Xingfei seemed quite strange sometimes, "Because I kicked the stone?"
Tang Xingfei lowered his eyes and saw Yu Qirong's slightly widened eyelids. He was silent for another two seconds, and then he said, "I heard that someone in your class wants to confess to you."
Yu Qirong's mind turned several corners urgently, trying to analyze what Tang Xingfei meant by what he said to him. He felt that the closest idea was a bit dreamy and he didn't dare to imagine it. And Lu Zichu did suddenly speak yesterday, and he didn't know where Tang Xingfei got the news from.
"Where did you get the news?" Yu Qirong asked calmly, as if admitting it in his words.
Tang Xingfei's expression changed slightly, but he still looked cold. He said in a deep voice: "...That's it. Now you still have to focus on your studies. You can tell what you should do and what you shouldn't do, right?"
Tang Xingfei seemed to be particularly talkative today. Yu Qirong looked at him carefully and suddenly asked boldly, "Do you like me?"
Tang Xingfei's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "No."
"Why do you care so much about me?" Yu Qirong's eyebrows curved, and her smile was a little cold. "My grades are better than yours, you should take care of yourself first."
Tang Xingfei remained silent.
After a while, when Yu Qirong thought he would not speak again, Tang Xingfei suddenly asked him a strange question: "If I say yes, will you listen?"
"Of course... no," Yu Qirong stretched out his tone, as if deliberately attracting Tang Xingfei's attention, with a hint of teasing in his wine-red eyes, "If you say yes, then of course I am in love with you."
Tang Xingfei stared at him with his dark eyes. Yu Qirong suddenly remembered the pair of eyes he saw last night and couldn't help but think of that absurd dream.
His distraction seemed to be noticed by Tang Xingfei, who frowned and said in a cold tone, "Who are you looking at through me?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't questioned it, but when he asked, Yu Qirong's heart skipped a beat and he felt like he was really hiding something from her.
It is impossible for a normal person to have that kind of dream after seeing a passerby and going home to sleep - especially since the passerby's face did not suit his taste.
Have I changed my taste recently?
Yu Qirong frowned slightly, but in Tang Xingfei's eyes, she was dissatisfied with him for speaking out.
"When I look at you, I am looking at you, not anyone else."
Yu Qirong answered perfunctorily absentmindedly, turned around and saw Tang Xingjin standing at the intersection in front of them, looking at them for an unknown amount of time.
The two of them looked very similar, especially when they were far apart. The small details on their faces that could have distinguished them all disappeared, leaving only the similar skeleton and flesh, which made up Yu Qirong's impression of Tang Xingfei, or Tang Xingjin.
Yu Qirong didn't look at Tang Xingfei in front of him, but tried hard to recall his impression of Tang Xingfei in his mind. However, it was not as he had always thought that he could be familiar with every detail of his face. Instead, what impressed him most were the eyes in his memory.
This is unlikely. He had clearly been secretly in love with Tang Xingfei throughout high school, even peeking at him during physical exercises during breaks. But now the image is so vague that it seems like they haven't seen each other for a long time, or they have been separated for some time.
What’s even more outrageous is that he was clearly talking to Tang Xingfei just now.
Yu Qirong noticed something unusual, and the external manifestation was that his aura became obviously disordered. Tang Xingfei watched every change in him, and thought of seeing Yu Qirong coming out of the infirmary yesterday. He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to pretend to be a high-class flower, and asked him nervously: "What's wrong?"
It's a pity that Yu Qirong didn't notice this. He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and directly avoided the hand that Tang Xingfei stretched out to him. "I'm going to be late. I'll leave first."
The mark just now hurts again.
Yu Qirong loosened his wrist and now felt no pain at all, as if the stinging pain just now had never happened.
Every time he suspected that he had encountered something strange, this thing would suddenly make him feel pain. He didn't know whether it was stopping him from thinking further or trying to remind him of something.
After returning to the classroom, Yu Qirong put down his bag. His little finger touched a paper object in the hole of the desk. He paused, pressed the paper object, and pulled it out from under the bag.
He had a rough idea of what this was.
Yu Qirong looked back in the direction of Lu Zichu. Lu Zichu had probably been paying attention to what was happening over here, so he was ready when he turned around, and even gave him an uninhibited smile in return.
He turned around again, looked at the clean blackboard, and decided to pretend to be dead.
After successfully pretending to be dead for two classes, Yu Qirong thought that everything would pass uneventfully, but Lu Zichu failed to keep his composure.
When everyone was sleeping or studying after class, he walked up to Yu Qirong and asked her in a voice that everyone around could hear: "Why haven't you read my love letter yet?"
Yu Qirong paused on the table, vaguely aware of the gazes of other classmates. He looked up at Lu Zichu and pretended to be ignorant. "What love letter?"
He hoped that Lu Zichu would see the curious and gossipy looks of the people around him and stop this behavior in time, but unfortunately Lu Zichu seemed to be born without knowing how to write the word "stop".
Lu Zichu saw the corner of the love letter that was wrapped by Yu Qirong, and he quickly pulled it out before Yu Qirong could stop him, and put it on the table, "Last night I confessed to you, and you asked me to write a love letter so that you would consider it. Now that I have written it, you are not going to default on it, are you?"
Of course he was aware of the gazes of the people around him, but they were all insignificant NPCs. As long as it could be blamed on Yu Qirong, others could look at him however they wanted.
Yu Qirong really wanted to deny it, he even began to consider the possibility of pretending to have amnesia.
But Lu Zichu saw through his thoughts at a glance and said, "As the first place in the joint entrance examination of eight schools, Qiqi's memory should be top-notch. She wouldn't tell me that she forgot it now, right?"
"...Of course not." Yu Qirong took a deep breath.
Lu Zichu insisted: "Then you read it in front of me now and give me an answer."
Before Yu Qirong could speak, Su Tang spoke first. His voice was a little cold, as if he was angry: "Lu Zichu, are you forcing classmate Yu?"
Lu Zichu crossed his arms and looked back at Su Tang with a fake smile, "If you have the guts, you can write a love letter to her. Do you dare? Coward."
Yu Qirong gritted her teeth and opened the love letter, unfolding it under Lu Zichu's expectant gaze, then frowned hesitantly.
Lu Zichu asked him, "What's wrong, are you reading?"
Yu Qirong put the love letter on the table, pushed it in Lu Zichu's direction, and said honestly: "I don't understand."
Yu Lin leaned forward curiously, looked at it carefully for three seconds, then nodded sincerely and gave Lu Zichu a comment: "Your handwriting seems to be imitating Yu Qirong himself."
Lu Zichu blushed, which was rare.
Ever since he came to this world, he has been constantly frustrated in this world, as if Yu Qirong's illusion was naturally in conflict with him.
He took the love letter back and said, "Then I'll write it again after I've improved my handwriting."
There was no one standing next to him, and Yu Qirong breathed a sigh of relief.
He was not ready to have a relationship with Lu Zichu. As for their appearance, they were okay, but he just felt awkward about it. He didn't know what was wrong that made him subconsciously resist this situation.
He thought again of what Tang Xingfei had said to him this morning, and belatedly realized that Tang Xingfei might also be interested in him.
This discovery did not make him too excited. The happiness seemed to be less than he had imagined. He didn't know if it was caused by what happened last night.
He even searched the Internet on his mobile phone and was told that dreams would randomly pull people into one's dreams, so there was no need to worry too much, and it might just be the brain playing a little joke on him.
Yu Qirong vaguely believed this statement, but she was still a little troubled.
He looked at Yu Lin with a toothache expression and couldn't help sighing.
Yu Lin was so panicked by his sigh that he couldn't help asking him, "Brother, you are really my brother. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't just look at me sighing without saying anything, as if I have a serious illness and you can't bear to tell me. You make me feel like I'm going to die soon."
Yu Qirong sighed and asked him, "Why don't you come into my dream?"
Yu Lin shuddered, "Qiqi, is it possible that your next target is me? Has your aesthetic taste been downgraded?"
"..." Yu Qirong felt that it was pointless to ask him, so he shut up and turned around to continue working on his own questions, leaving Yu Lin alone and feeling uneasy.
The curriculum in the third year of high school is quite tight, with exams of all sizes coming one after another, which makes it easy for Yu Qirong to forget about all these messy things and live a relatively peaceful life.
Especially since he never met the person he met that night again, Yu Qirong simply stopped thinking about him and slept well for several days.
When he came to his senses, the sports meet had already begun.
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