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On Friday, Class Flower approached Mu Yunze in a new way. Holding a thick workbook, she stood in front of him and said, "Mu Yunze, I can't solve this problem. Can you teach me?"
Mu Yunze looked up, a flicker of impatience crossing his eyes. "Just look it up in the book; the answers are there."
Class Flower bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. "But I really don’t understand."
With a sigh, Mu Yunze finally took the workbook from her and patiently began to explain. Class Flower listened intently, nodding occasionally, her gaze filled with admiration.
In the following days, Class Flower tried various ways to get closer to Mu Yunze—bringing him breakfast, giving him gifts, and checking in on him. She even helped him clean up. Yet no matter how hard she tried, Mu Yunze maintained his distance, neither warm nor cold, neither too far nor too close.
Eventually, Mu Yunze outright rejected her. He stood up, picked up his book, and left the classroom without looking back.
Class Flower stood there watching his retreating figure, confusion flashing in her eyes. She couldn’t understand why Mu Yunze, who used to be so accommodating towards her, was now so indifferent. Did he really not like her anymore?
Biting her lip, a sense of unwillingness surged within her. She refused to believe that she, Class Flower, couldn’t handle Mu Yunze!
In the days that followed, Class Flower launched an all-out offensive. Every day she brought him breakfast in various forms—everything from exquisite Japanese bento boxes to steaming Chinese snacks—an array of choices that could easily stock a small breakfast shop.
The abundance of breakfast was impressive. Not only that, but she also transformed into a diligent study assistant. When tutoring Mu Yunze on his homework, she was meticulous and patient, eager to cram every piece of knowledge into his head.
She also created opportunities for chance encounters at the library, on the playground, and even on their way home; wherever he went, she seemed to appear with a bright smile.
"Mu Yunze, I still don’t understand this problem. Can you help me again?" Class Flower held out her workbook with wide eyes that sparkled with eagerness.
Mu Yunze glanced at her coldly and replied without warmth, "Think about it yourself."
Biting her lip and feeling tears prick at her eyes, Class Flower said softly, "But I really can’t do it."
Seeing that Mu Yunze remained unmoved by her pleas, she switched tactics and began to feign weakness to elicit his sympathy.
"Mu Yunze," she said while clutching her chest and furrowing her brows in apparent pain, "I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately; I can’t sleep at night..."
Mu Yunze looked at her expressionless as she exaggeratedly performed. Inside he scoffed at her poor acting skills—who did she think she was fooling?
"Oh really? Then you should see a doctor," he said coldly, showing no sign of being swayed by her performance.
"The doctor said it’s psychological," Class Flower’s voice grew softer and trembled slightly as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"Psychological? Then you definitely need to see a doctor," Mu Yunze raised an eyebrow; he was even less sympathetic now.
Class Flower's expression darkened; she hadn’t expected Mu Yunze to be so heartless and unyielding. Taking a deep breath to suppress her anger, she continued: "Mu Yunze... I’m scared of being alone."
"If you're scared of being alone, go find some friends," he interrupted impatiently. "You have plenty of friends; just pick one to keep you company."
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