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I closed my notebook and let out a long sigh.
After this period of observation, my understanding of Qin Feng still remained superficial.
He was like a closed book; I could only see the cover but could not glimpse the content within its pages.
I needed to find a way to get closer to him.
On the weekend, I deliberately woke up early and went to the library.
From my observations, Qin Feng would show up here every Saturday morning, occupying the seat by the window, where he would stay for the entire morning.
I intentionally chose the seat next to him, pretending to study diligently while actually keeping an eye on his every move out of the corner of my eye.
Today, Qin Feng wore a deep blue shirt that shimmered slightly in the sunlight.
He had his head down, engrossed in flipping through a hefty book, his brow occasionally relaxing and then furrowing again, as if the content of the book stirred his emotions.
I quietly glanced at the title—"Introduction to Quantum Mechanics."
This guy certainly had unique interests, but it was no wonder he had won so many awards.
Feigning difficulty with a calculus problem, I let out a soft sigh and then "accidentally" looked up, meeting his gaze.
"Stuck on a tough problem?" Qin Feng asked, his voice gentler than I had expected.
I nodded, putting on a distressed expression. "I just can't figure this one out."
Qin Feng set down his book and leaned over to take a look at my problem.
He carried a faint scent of mint that inexplicably put me at ease.
"This requires the Lagrange Mean Value Theorem," he said, pointing at my notebook. "You see, if we think about it from this angle..."
His explanation was clear and straightforward, devoid of any showiness; it was entirely aimed at helping me understand.
I pretended to have an epiphany. "I see! Thank you, Qin Feng."
He paused for a moment, slightly surprised. "You know my name?"
Oh no, I had accidentally revealed too much.
I quickly explained, "Aren't we in the same class? Besides, you're quite well-known around school."
Qin Feng seemed to accept this explanation, merely responding with a soft "hm" before returning to his book.
For the next few weekends, I would "happen" to run into Qin Feng at the library and always found some questions to ask him.
He would patiently answer each time but never initiated conversation; he would just leave promptly after I finished asking.
This push-and-pull attitude only fueled my curiosity further.
I wanted to know more about him, not just as a target for my task, but because of the contradictory qualities he possessed: aloof yet gentle, distant yet attentive.
One afternoon, I heard piano music coming from outside the music classroom on campus.
The melody was both familiar and strange, like a variation of some classical piece infused with modern elements.
I gently pushed the door open and was astonished to find that the pianist was none other than Qin Feng.
He was immersed in the music, his long fingers dancing across the black and white keys, his gaze focused and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor.
I found myself standing at the door, listening to the entire piece.
"Chopin's Nocturne, Op. 9 No. 2," I couldn't help but applaud as the last note faded away. "You play beautifully."
Qin Feng clearly hadn’t expected anyone to be listening; he awkwardly closed the piano lid. "I was just playing around."
"I didn’t know you could play the piano," I said as I walked into the classroom and took a seat next to him. "And that you played so well."
"I learned when I was young," he replied casually. "Now I just play occasionally to relax."
My eyes lit up. "I love Chopin too! Although I can’t play the piano, I really enjoy listening to classical music."
It was a lie; I knew nothing about classical music, but a little white lie seemed harmless in my quest for common ground.
Qin Feng glanced at me, seemingly assessing the truth of my words before asking, "What other composers do you like?"
I quickly searched my memory for names I had noted down during my research: "Beethoven, Mozart, Bach..."
"All popular choices," he chuckled softly. "Do you have any specific preferences?"
Caught off guard by his question, I hesitated and forced myself to say, "Actually, I've only recently started exploring classical music; I'm still in the discovery phase."
To my surprise, Qin Feng didn’t call me out on it. Instead, he nodded. "Then I can recommend a few beginner pieces for you."
He took out his phone, opened a music app, created a playlist, and shared it with me.
"These are relatively easy to understand works. After listening to these, you'll have a better feel for other pieces."
I took his phone and looked at the playlist name on the screen—"A Beginner's Guide to Classical Music."
At that moment, I felt a twinge of guilt.
I approached him with a purpose, while he was genuinely sharing his interests.
But a task is a task; I couldn't let my emotions sway me.
"Thank you, I'll definitely listen to it," I said sincerely. "By the way, do you have any other hobbies?"
Qin Feng put away his phone, his expression returning to its usual indifference. "Nothing special, just reading, listening to music, and occasionally playing basketball."
"Basketball?" I asked in surprise. "I thought you only liked quiet activities."
"Sports are also a way to relax," he replied, standing up and preparing to leave. "It's getting late; I have things to do. I'll see you later."
Once again, he ended our conversation.
But this time, I gained an important piece of information: he liked playing basketball.
In the following days, I began to intentionally appear by the basketball court.
Sure enough, every Wednesday afternoon, Qin Feng would be there playing with a few friends.
On the court, he was a different person—full of energy and passion, sweat soaking his T-shirt, and his smile was particularly radiant under the sun.
I pretended to read a book on the sidelines while my gaze followed him intently.
On our third "chance encounter," after Qin Feng made his last three-pointer, he walked over and sat down beside me, panting slightly. "Why have you been hanging out at the basketball court lately?"
I closed the book and smiled, saying, "The weather is nice; I wanted to come out and soak up some sun. You're really good at basketball."
He wiped the sweat from his brow and shook his head. "Just average, really. I just enjoy this feeling."
"What feeling?" I asked curiously.
"The feeling of being completely immersed in something, forgetting all other worries," he said, gazing into the distance with a somewhat distant look in his eyes. "It's very pure, very free."
This was the first time he had revealed such thoughts to me, and I was a bit taken aback.
"I understand," I said softly. "It's like being lost in music, right?"
He turned to look at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he nodded. "Pretty much."
From that day on, Qin Feng's attitude towards me clearly changed.
He would greet me whenever we crossed paths on campus and occasionally ask if I had listened to the music he recommended.
Of course, I had listened to it and even made notes so that I could talk about it fluently when he brought it up.
Gradually, our conversations expanded beyond just studies and music; sometimes we would discuss movies, books, and even our plans for the future.
I discovered that Qin Feng was actually a very thoughtful person; he just wasn't good at expressing himself or perhaps wasn't willing to easily open up to others.
But I knew my efforts were starting to pay off.
He was slowly beginning to open that tightly shut door for me.
However, that alone was not enough.
I needed a deeper opportunity to understand him, a chance to truly step into his inner world.
At that moment, the school announced the annual Science and Technology Innovation Competition.
This was a team-based contest, and Qin Feng had always participated alone and won awards in the past.
It was a perfect opportunity.
I decided to enter the competition and find a way to team up with Qin Feng.
Through this collaboration, I believed I could gain a better understanding of his thought processes and values.
Perhaps this was the key to unlocking his heart.
I silently resolved: in this competition, I must become teammates with Qin Feng.
Not just for the sake of the task, but because I had developed a genuine interest in this complex yet simple boy.
I wanted to know what kind of heart lay hidden beneath that indifferent exterior.
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