"Why don't you say you're hiding shit in your head?"
"Zhou Shihui... do you have to be so disgusting? I don't know you!"
"Do you even need to pretend?"
"Screw you, you're too mean! From now on, I'm cutting ties with you..."
"Whatever."
"Brother Yang, look at him!"
"Let's go."
"Damn, don't push my head, I'll stop growing taller, stop being handsome! Your mom, Chen Yiyang! You're even worse, why so much force? Treat me like a human, okay? I'm doing this for your own good, what if your house gets robbed?! You're hurting me, ah, ow ow ow—!"
"..."
Their voices faded away. Yun Mi pressed her still unsettled chest, replaying the look just now.
The boy's hard, cold brow, his youthful posture. The sharp, clean gaze seemed to cut into her heart; one glance, and it was unforgettable.
What did that person just call him? Chen Yiyang?
He's Aunt Wen's son?
Wait. That notice calling him "Stinky Jerk" had fallen into his hands...
Oh no... That ugly drawing of a pig and the insulting words—would he think she wrote it?!
They'd see each other every day from now on. How would she explain?
Confusion, worry, and the tension of being caught—Yun Mi crouched under the white gauze curtain, frowning. Her usually calm face showed repeated regret and pain. She covered her face, feeling troubled. Her restless heart seemed ready to burst out of her chest, its beats growing louder and faster, drowning her.
Yun Mi had a mental battle. After a while, she pulled her hair in frustration, calmed herself, then peeked out through the window.
A gentle breeze, the boy's slender back in the spring light—they had already gone far.
The banyan tree stretched green into the sky, straight into the clouds.
Chen Yiyang was being leaned on, stumbling, seemingly turning to curse. He said something, and the boys laughed heartily, arms around each other's shoulders.
The group bounced along, chatting and joking, disappearing around the corner of the alley.
Only the girl's chaotic heartbeat remained, thump-thump, thump-thump—whether from embarrassment, palpitation, or something else.
Author's note: Xu Xu appears. First time writing a school story (dripping with sweat, nervous). Newcomer, please guide me. Old rule: Each update gives red envelopes to those who commented on the previous chapter.
Update frequency: daily at 0:00.
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Well, school stories seem to require blessings. What should I say?
Then I wish everyone happiness every day, and eternal youth!