Chapter 10 The radio station likes Liang Yuanjing simply because he is...
"2017.09.22 Light rain" The feeling of liking someone is like the weather forecast: cloudy and sunny one second, and overcast the next.
——Excerpt from Tao Shuran’s Diary
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Fang Shiyue's sudden questioning made everyone stunned.
The first person to react was Fang Qingyi. She rushed in front of Tao Shuran, blocking him like a hen protecting her chicks, and spoke in a very aggressive tone.
"Fang Shiyue, what do you mean? Ranran just accidentally picked up this letter that day."
"If you don't believe me, just look at the seal on the letter. She didn't even open it."
Fang Shiyue immediately lowered her head to read it. It was a serious love letter. Because she was worried that other people would see it, she even bought sealing wax online to seal it.
Now that the wax seal is intact, does that mean Liang Yuanjing didn't open it at all?
"How did you find it?"
Fang Qingyi said, "It fell out of Liang Yuanjing's schoolbag."
But Fang Shiyue clearly remembered that she was the one who stuffed this love letter into Liang Yuanjing's drawer with her own hands. She had found out his class schedule in advance and deliberately walked into the empty classroom during physical education class.
At that time, she was shy and looking forward to him opening the letter.
However, Liang Yuanjing was unexpectedly even more cruel than imagined, and he was so ruthless that he didn't even leave anyone with a glimmer of hope.
Fang Shiyue looked incredulous: "Impossible, did you steal my letter and deliberately hide it from him?"
Tao Shuran didn't say anything else.
She saw through Fang Shiyue's forced fragility. Perhaps a self-deceiving lie could ease the pain of a broken heart a little.
Not intending to dwell on this matter anymore, she prepared to leave.
However, Fang Shiyue unexpectedly lost his mind and rushed into the flight class to call Liang Yuanjing out for confrontation.
The scene suddenly became very ugly. The already boiling morning reading was completely ignited. With the windows open, eyes were looking in from all directions.
At the same time, the door of the head teacher's office at the end of the corridor opened with a bang.
A loud and powerful voice sounded, suppressing all the restless thoughts that did not want to study.
"What are you four doing standing here?"
"Can't attend morning reading?"
"Tell me your name and class." The head teacher spoke in a skilled tone, and his deafening shout immediately stunned the crowd.
I also invited all four of them into the office.
"Tell me, why are you four hanging around outside so early in the morning instead of attending morning classes?"
The head teacher's surname is Yuan. He is a middle-aged man. He is thin and capable, but his eyes are very sharp. He is the most feared teacher among the students of the affiliated middle school. What this teacher is best at is - catching premature love.
He once broke up 18 couples in premature love in one year, and was once invited to perform on stage at a student's wedding, earning the title of "heartless advisor."
At this moment, the ruthless teacher was looking at the group of three women and one man.
He asked Fang Shiyue directly: "Which class are you from?"
Fang Shiyue whispered, "From the art class."
Yuan Xiangyang frowned: "Why did the art class come to our building?"
Fang Shiyue lowered her head, her eyes still red from crying. She stammered and couldn't say anything. The longer she remained silent, the harsher Yuan Xiangyang's tone became. In the end, he almost slammed the table and stood up.
But Fang Shiyue still didn't want to say it, probably because she felt it was embarrassing to be rejected. Everyone knew that early love was strictly prohibited in the third year of high school. Once discovered, the whole grade would be criticized and the whole school would know about the shame.
Yuan Xiangyang said coldly: "It's okay if you don't say it. The school corridors are equipped with high-definition cameras with good audio reception. They can hear everything."
Fang Shiyue's face flushed with anxiety.
At this critical moment, Liang Yuanjing said lazily, "Teacher, Fang Shiyue has some matters about the radio station that she wants to discuss with me."
As an art student, Fang Shiyue is an important member of the radio station, and Yuan Xiangyang also knows this.
He frowned: "What's the point of wasting morning reading?"
"Can't we discuss this after class?"
Yuan Xiangyang kept nagging, "And you, Liang Yuanjing, you're in your third year of high school now, it's time to focus on your studies. You should give up your position at the radio station and let someone better take over."
Liang Yuanjing listened indifferently, occasionally humming an agreeable "hmm", and glancing out the window from time to time. The team members who were about to start morning training winked at him frantically.
After all, everyone knows that the instructors who train them are really strict.
What an unexpected disaster.
After scolding the two in front of him, Yuan Xiangyang turned his attention to the two of them.
"What about you two?"
Tao Shuran lowered his head as low as he could. At this moment, Fang Qingyi suddenly had an idea and made up a story, "We want to join the radio station because of your reputation, so we came to get the director's approval."
Yuan Xiangyang was completely speechless.
The table was slapped and a stack of papers was thrown over.
"All four of you must write a self-criticism. You are not allowed to go back to class until you complete a full page!"
The bell for the end of get out of class and the start of class rang as scheduled. There was no one else in the office except the four of them. The momentary silence spread the awkward atmosphere again.
Tao Shuran lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Fang Qingyi and I just happened to pass by."
"But we shouldn't stay there. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about what we saw today."
Liang Yuanjing didn't say anything. He sat alone at the desk farthest from them, his hand holding the pen moving non-stop, writing a little absent-mindedly.
Fang Shiyue, who was sitting opposite her, looked up from time to time. After a while, he couldn't help it anymore, and suddenly a few sobs were heard in the air.
Fang Shiyue couldn't help sobbing as she wrote her self-criticism, "Liang Yuanjing, why didn't you tell the teacher that I was the one who pestered you?"
"This way you don't have to write a self-criticism. Aren't you already annoying me anyway?"
Liang Yuanjing looked over indifferently: "There's no need for this kind of thing."
The moment she heard these words, Tao Shuran subconsciously raised her head and met his pair of narrow, dark eyes.
Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the window, and in her eyes, Liang Yuanjing was standing in a brilliant place. Even though his angular face seemed exceptionally cold, his dark and bright eyes could not conceal the sharpness of youth.
Fang Shiyue suddenly burst into tears: "I like you, but you don't like me."
"But I'm so sad. You rejected me. I think I like you even more."
Tao Shuran's mood suddenly became sad along with her.
I like Liang Yuanjing not because of the filters I like.
But because he shines in himself.
He is a very good person.
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In less than an hour, Liang Yuanjing submitted his self-criticism and left early without saying a word or saying goodbye. He was so cold that it was almost inhuman.
Fang Shiyue's mood was not adjusted. The paper in front of her was muddy and she couldn't write a single word.
Tao Shuran took the initiative to hand her one.
She said, "It's an apology gift."
Fang Shiyue turned her head to look at her, and what happened just now came to her mind again. She felt a little embarrassed, but for the sake of face, she didn't apologize and took her paper awkwardly.
After submitting the self-review, Tao Shuran prepared to go back to class.
The moment they passed each other, Fang Shiyue suddenly grabbed her sleeve.
"Can we be friends?"
Her invitation was so sudden and solemn that Tao Shuran stood there for a while without reacting.
Seeing this, Fang Shiyue stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear, "Because we like the same person."
"I'll keep it a secret for you."
The look in your eyes when you like someone cannot be hidden, this is the tacit understanding that every secret admirer has.
Tao Shuran panicked for a moment. The moment the biggest secret was revealed, fear first engulfed her, and then happiness buried her.
Girls' friendship sometimes comes so unexpectedly.
This morning, Tao Shuran and Fang Shiyue became friends because they liked the same person.
Before leaving, Fang Shiyue said, "I will continue to like Liang Yuanjing."
There was an eternal fire in her eyes, and she had unstoppable courage. She said firmly, "Tao Shuran, if you like someone, you must be brave."
Tao Shuran hummed softly, and couldn't help but look into the distance. At the end of the corridor, she had stood here many evenings looking for Liang Yuanjing playing basketball.
In fact, for her, the fact that she could like Liang Yuanjing had already exhausted all her courage.
On the way back to class, Fang Qingyi casually said, "Fang Shiyue is just like that. Don't take it too seriously."
"Does she think Liang Yuanjing is RMB, and everyone likes him?"
Tao Shuran didn't answer out of guilt.
As a result, there was no sound around her. When she looked up, the person who was named "RMB" was standing in front of them.
Liang Yuanjing stood at the door of their class with his arms folded. The next class was English, and as usual, their flying class was coming to sit in.
I don’t know if he heard my apology just now.
Tao Shuran sighed and continued to say "sorry" honestly.
Before she could explain the whole story, Liang Yuanjing moved lazily and walked towards them.
He leaned over and looked at her, his broad back drooping to block out the glaring sunlight.
So he was the only one left in Tao Shuran's sight.
Liang Yuanjing raised his eyelids and jokingly said, "Now you have learned to say sorry to me in addition to thank you."
"There's progress. It seems that Mr. Fu's tutoring is very effective."
Tao Shuran's heart beat faster, even though she knew that his closeness to her might just be a side effect of their relationship with Fu Changpei.
But she would still feel secretly happy because of this little contact.
Even happiness began to become clumsy, and I even forgot the frequency of speaking.
Fortunately, Fang Qingyi rescued the situation without noticing.
She carelessly defended Fang Shiyue: "But Liang Yuanjing, you really went too far today. Even if you refused, you wouldn't make a girl cry, right?"
"It's better to make her cry than to make her regret."
Liang Yuanjing turned around, his dark eyes were emotionless, and his voice with a metallic texture sounded.
At this age when people are impulsive and reckless, he is one of the few people who has remained rational.
"I don't like leaving memories for others. Now that I'm in my third year of high school, I'd better save my time for the future."
Fang Qingyi was suddenly speechless.
To be fair, Liang Yuanjing is right. Senior year of high school is such an important time node. Even if it doesn't change a person's destiny, it is at least the beginning of the first turning point in life.
There's nothing wrong with him being a little ruthless.
But there's nothing wrong with Fang Shiyue liking him.
The consequences of a failed secret love were too tragic. They couldn't even be friends anymore, and Fang Qingyi felt depressed.
At this time, Tao Shuran raised his hand and gently put his arm around her shoulders.
She didn't say a word, but her clear and bright eyes seemed to be able to understand all the pain of people.
It was just a tacit comfort.
Seeing Liang Yuanjing, who was at the center of the storm, leave so casually, Fang Qingyi stamped her feet and couldn't help but sigh, "I really don't know what kind of girl this guy likes."
Tao Shuran looked at his leaving back and said softly, "She must be a very outstanding girl."
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The weather forecast said rain, but in the evening, the rain didn't come at all.
Heavy dark clouds gathered in the sky, like the pressure before a storm, gathering all the heat.
Having just been forced to attend a whole day of theoretical classes, Liang Yuanjing and his group needed an exciting basketball game to work off their sweat.
While passing the ball, a few brothers teased him, "I heard that you rejected Fang Shiyue from the art class?"
"Don't jump to conclusions."
Liang Yuanjing sneered: "He never confessed his feelings to me at all."
"You can just lie to others about this. Fang Shiyue cried for the entire class after she got home, and the news has spread throughout the art class a long time ago."
"I haven't confessed yet. I'm afraid you've rejected me before I even opened my mouth to you, right?"
The brother said as if he knew him well: "Ajing, if you ask me, you are really a nice person. Take Li Zhu next door. There was a girl in the art class who pursued him before, and he brought it up eight hundred times without getting tired of it."
Boys of this age are most excited to talk about love gossip.
Liang Yuanjing was listening with a dull look, shooting the basketball in his hand with some boredom. When the opponent was distracted, he seized the opportunity, jumped into the air, and threw a smooth arc three-pointer high into the air.
One strike wins.
"Wow, awesome, Liang Yuanjing!"
During the intermission, Liang Yuanjing didn't bother to pay attention to the rumors. He took a towel to wipe the sweat off his face and spoke in a casual tone.
"There's no need for emotional matters."
My friend curiously asked, "What kind do you like?"
Liang Yuanjing had never thought about this question. His life was very simple. From the moment his fingertips touched the rotating globe when he was a child, the gears of fate began to turn.
The blue sky and aviation are his lifelong pursuits.
As for the person he likes, he whistled and replied perfunctorily, "Do you see any girls around me?"
His friend winked at him frantically: "Isn't there one over there?"
Following the direction of the finger, Liang Yuanjing saw the girl standing at the traffic light on the opposite street.
She changed into her school uniform and wore a light green plaid jacket. Her ponytail was tied high, and she looked particularly energetic under the sky. Her bright eyes were slightly lowered at this moment, and she was holding a vocabulary book in her hands and reading it intently.
Liang Yuanjing couldn't help laughing.
He is really the nerd that Lao Fu mentioned. He even memorizes words while waiting for the traffic light.
"Is this the new transfer student from the liberal arts class?"
"It's really beautiful." His friend touched his shoulder and teased, "Ajing, what do you think?"
Liang Yuanjing's gaze lingered for a moment, then quickly retracted.
He casually said, "So good."
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