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Xu Zhiyi's fingertips still retained the cool touch of the yogurt bottle, as well as the brief, almost illusory warmth when Song Chengrui handed it to her.
She sat in her seat with her textbook upright, but her eyes drifted uncontrollably towards the tall figure in front of her.
The yogurt was strawberry flavored, her favorite flavor.
Did he buy this on purpose?
This thought made her ears hot. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to concentrate on the English words in front of her, but she found that she could not calm her mind at all.
Song Chengrui seemed to be reading seriously, with his back straight, but if you looked closely, you could see that he turned the pages slower than usual.
He could sense the cautious gaze from the side out of the corner of his eye, and he felt inexplicably good.
The New Year's greetings under the fireworks the day before yesterday and her sparkling eyes at that time replayed in his mind several times.
The bell for the morning reading class rang suddenly, interrupting the buzzing sound of reading in the classroom and waking up the two people who were each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
During the break, Xu Zhiyi immediately turned around to look for Zhang Ningxia.
The latter lay on the table, as if all his energy had been drained away.
Xu Zhiyi's heart tightened, and he gently touched her arm. "Ningxia?"
Zhang Ningxia raised her head and her eyes were red and swollen. She had been crying.
"Zhiyi..." Her voice was hoarse and nasal, "He replied to my message..."
Xu Zhiyi held his breath, "What did he say?"
"He said... he forgot." Zhang Ningxia forced a laugh that was uglier than crying. "Forgot. Just two words to get rid of him. Not even an apology."
As she spoke, tears began to fall uncontrollably. "What my deskmate said must be true. He went out with someone else... I waited for him like a fool for more than two hours..."
Xu Zhiyi hugged her shoulders distressedly and handed her a tissue. "It's not worth it for such a person, Ningxia. He doesn't deserve you at all."
She knew that words were powerless to truly soothe her friend's pain at this moment, and that no matter how much she said, it would be useless.
"I know...but it's still so uncomfortable here."
Zhang Ningxia pointed to her heart and said, "I just can't help but think about it..."
Xu Zhiyi accompanied her silently.
The love of youth is sometimes like a bad cold, which comes on fiercely and is incurable to medicine. It can only be healed slowly by time.
Wasn't her own mind also like this? It was just her symptoms, temporarily manifesting as unspeakable sweetness and throbbing.
In math class, Xu Zhiyi was worried about Zhang Ningxia, while his own mind was also wandering.
She secretly glanced at Song Chengrui. He seemed to be listening attentively, with clear lines on his profile and a slightly tense jaw.
Suddenly, as if he sensed something, the tip of his pen paused and he glanced quickly in her direction.
Xu Zhiyi immediately looked away as if he had been scalded, his heart beating like a drum.
After a while, a small ball of paper rolled from the side and landed on her desk.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she covered it with her textbook like a thief, then carefully unfolded it.
The note was written in his neat handwriting, with a sentence that had nothing to do with the class: "Is the yogurt delicious?"
These five simple words made Xu Zhiyi's face turn red.
She held the note, her fingertips burning.
She hesitated for a moment, picked up the pen, and carefully wrote down: "It's delicious. Thank you."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "How do you know I like this taste?"
The note was quietly passed back.
Song Chengrui unfolded the document and saw the question at the end, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
He replied quickly: "Guessed." followed by a simple smiley face.
A simple smiley face symbol made Xu Zhiyi lie on the table, bury her hot cheeks in her arms, and laugh secretly for a long time.
The boring math class became more lively than ever because of such secret and insignificant transmission.
That kind of tacit understanding, like an invisible thread, quietly entangles the two of them.
When the bell rang, the students stood up and started moving around.
Xu Zhiyi noticed Song Chengrui walking towards her, and her heart beat involuntarily faster.
However, he just passed by her seat, tapped her desk twice with his fingers as if unintentionally, and then continued walking forward.
That slight touch made Xu Zhiyi freeze completely.
The warmth from her fingertips was clearer than she had imagined, like a tiny electric current, reaching directly from the table to her heart.
She lowered her head and pretended to organize books, but even her fingers were shaking slightly.
Only after Song Chengrui walked out of the classroom did Xu Zhiyi breathe a sigh of relief.
She touched the place where he had just hit her, and there seemed to be a trace of warmth left on the table.
No one noticed this subtle movement, but it caused a huge wave in her heart.
At lunch time, Xu Zhiyi accompanied the depressed Zhang Ningxia to the cafeteria.
They found a seat in a corner and sat down. Zhang Ningxia hardly touched her chopsticks.
"I really can't figure it out," Zhang Ningxia whispered, "If you didn't like me, why were you so nice to me before? Why did you give me those hints?"
Xu Zhiyi didn't know how to answer.
Even adults often have trouble grasping the ambiguity and boundaries in relationships, let alone them.
Wasn't that the case with her own case?
What do Song Chengrui's actions, those looks, and those seemingly unintentional but actually intentional contacts mean?
She wasn't sure either.
When she got home from school, she inserted the key into the lock and turned it.
The house was quiet, even quieter than usual. There was no prepared meal on the table as usual.
Father Xu Wangping came out of the study, glanced at her, said nothing, and walked straight to the kitchen.
Soon, the sound of washing rice and cutting vegetables came from inside. He was still cooking, but the silence was like a thick wall.
Xu Zhiyi stood in the middle of the living room, at a loss as to what to do.
The words "Dad, I was wrong" that I had been holding back for a whole day were stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter them out.
Her father's fatigue and silence were more powerful than any reproach, and it made her feel suffocated.
She quietly returned to her room, put down her schoolbag, and looked at the neatly stacked clothes on the desk, which her father had washed and dried for her the day before, and her nose felt sore again.
At dinner, the atmosphere was so depressing that it was impossible to eat.
There was only the slight sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding.
Xu Wangping ate very quickly. After finishing his meal, without saying a word of "eat slowly", he got up and went back to the bedroom and closed the door.
Xu Zhiyi looked at her favorite dish cooked by her father on the table and felt mixed emotions.
He still cared about her but refused to communicate with her, and this "cold treatment" made her feel unprecedented panic and loneliness.
She would rather her father scold her.
Unfortunately, her mother has been working overtime every day recently and she is not at home. Xu Zhiyi feels that the house is as cold as an ice cellar, making it impossible for her to stay there.
Late at night, Xu Zhiyi lay in bed, unable to sleep.
My cell phone was confiscated and the room was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.
She turned over and sat up, turned on the desk lamp, and took out the math test paper that she had put aside for two days.
The questions that I once thought were difficult to understand now seemed like fortresses that had to be conquered.
Under the warm glow of the desk lamp, the girl buried her head in front of the desk, writing furiously.
The profile is serious and determined.
At the corner of the table, the empty bottle of strawberry-flavored yogurt, which she had washed, stood there quietly, like a small, sweet souvenir, reminding her of all the excitement and joy she had during the day.
Outside the window is the dark night and an unknown tomorrow.
She knew that what she could do, and what she must do, was to start with the difficult problem at hand.
Sure enough, Xu Zhiyi's homework was praised the next day.
"Only two people in the class were able to solve the last big question this time, but Xu Zhiyi's solution was the most ingenious."
After saying that, the teacher looked at Xu Zhiyi and said, "That's great. Come on, tell everyone about your solution to the problem."
Xu Zhiyi walked towards the podium with confidence. Seeing Song Chengrui in the audience looking at her with approval, her cheeks unconsciously felt slightly hot.
During the break, a group of classmates gathered around.
"Xu Zhiyi, you're amazing. Do you want to join our study group?"
"Yes, yes, our team's basketball star Song Chengrui~"
She glanced at Song Chengrui next to her, and seeing that he lowered his head and didn't react, she felt a little hesitant.
"I……"
Song Chengrui was still reading his crappy book, as if he hadn't heard the conversation here at all.
Xu Zhiyi was disappointed and rejected the other party's proposal, "I...maybe the timing is not suitable, sorry."
The students sighed and said, "Well, let's think about it."
Someone else mentioned Song Chengrui's name, but seeing that Xu Zhiyi looked unhappy, they tactfully walked away.
Xu Zhiyi was immersed in doing homework all day, trying to numb himself with the tactic of doing a lot of questions.
In the last two classes in the afternoon, the Chinese teacher arranged for everyone to go to the multimedia classroom to watch a movie. It was said that the Chinese teacher was praised by the school leaders and was given a project bonus.
The teacher specially bought French fries, hamburgers and Coke for everyone so that they could indulge themselves secretly.
Peng Shiming held up the Coke and distributed it to everyone one by one. When it reached Xu Zhiyi, she was chilled by the cold steam coming out of the Coke and quickly put the Coke on the table.
She frowned and complained to Zhang Ningxia in a low voice: "This is too cold..."
Zhang Ningxia glanced at her and gestured there. Xu Zhiyi nodded and said, "What should I do..."
She decisively took the Coke and said, "Wait, I'll go get you another one."
Xu Zhiyi's voice was very low, but Song Chengrui in front of her still turned his head, "Are you feeling unwell?"
His eyes were so serious that Xu Zhiyi felt a little helpless.
Especially in such a closed environment, she was reluctant to reveal her relationship with him, so she shook her head and said nothing.
After a while, Zhang Ningxia brought over a Coke and said, "Zhiyi, Peng Shiming said all the hot drinks are gone today. Otherwise, I'll get you a cup of hot water."
Xu Zhiyi stared at the iced Coke and said, "Forget it."
She just took a couple of sips quietly, it should be okay.
Unexpectedly, Song Chengrui, who had a serious face just now, came over with a smile and asked, "Where is the iced Coke?"
"Here." Zhang Ningxia put it on the table.
Song Chengrui picked it up with one hand, opened the pull ring directly, and took a sip. "Wow, refreshing~"
"I'm a little thirsty, thanks."
Zhang Ningxia was furious. "Hey, Song Chengrui, this is Zhi Yi's, what are you doing?"
Song Chengrui shrugged, "She can't drink it anyway, so it can't be wasted."
After saying that, he turned around and swaggered out the back door.
"grass……"
Zhang Ningxia couldn't help but scold him, "This Song Chengrui... is he a dog?"
"Ningxia..." Xu Zhiyi was already very sad, but didn't want to care about it anymore.
The movie lasted about ten minutes before Song Chengrui left and came back.
There was suddenly a warm cup on Xu Zhiyi's desk.
She raised her head and heard Song Chengrui talking casually.
"Drink this."
Xu Zhiyi opened the cup, and a faint scent of ginger mixed with a hint of sweet brown sugar came from it.
Zhang Ningxia came closer, a little surprised, and lowered her voice, "He just... got this for you?"
Xu Zhiyi murmured "hmm" softly, and then heard Zhang Ningxia's complaints.
"He still has some conscience."
Xu Zhiyi thought, if I forgave him so easily, would it make me seem particularly soft-hearted?
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