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I never imagined that a seemingly ordinary lab class would completely change my perception of Qin Feng.
That afternoon, the sunlight lazily spilled onto the windowsill of the laboratory. I was focused on adjusting the microscope when I suddenly heard a dull thud behind me. Turning around, I saw Qin Feng, pale and trembling, with his phone lying shattered on the floor.
"Qin Feng, are you okay?" I instinctively asked.
He didn’t respond, merely staring blankly at the screen of his phone. Something compelled me to glance over, and I was shocked to see a headline glaring back at me: "Current Situation of the Protagonist in the Three Years Ago Campus Bullying Incident."
A chill ran down my spine. Could it be...?
It seemed that Qin Feng had just noticed my presence; in a panic, he grabbed his phone and rushed out. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to follow him.
When I found him, he was curled up in a corner of the stairwell, hands clutching his head, shaking uncontrollably. In that moment, he resembled a wounded animal, so fragile it tugged at my heartstrings.
"Qin Feng..." I called softly, cautiously approaching him.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with fear and defensiveness. "Did... did you see?" His voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.
I nodded, unsure of how to respond. The air felt thick and heavy between us as silence stretched on.
Finally, Qin Feng took a deep breath and began to tell his story. Three years ago, due to a minor mistake, he had been maliciously edited into a video by his classmates and uploaded online. That video spread like wildfire across the internet, subjecting him to verbal attacks and personal threats from countless strangers.
"Do you know what it feels like to be targeted by the whole world?" Qin Feng said with a bitter smile. "I couldn’t even bear to go outside because I was afraid that everyone who looked at me thought I was worthless."
Listening to Qin Feng, my heart twisted in knots. Behind his solitary nature lay such painful experiences. Suddenly, I understood why he always kept to himself and why he was so resistant to social interactions.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have invaded your privacy," I said softly. "But Qin Feng, you need to know that it’s not your fault. Those people went too far."
Qin Feng looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Perhaps he hadn’t expected me to say that.
"Do you... do you think I'm ridiculous?" he asked cautiously.
I shook my head and replied firmly, "Not at all. You are very brave, Qin Feng. Surviving something like that and still being strong is truly remarkable."
At my words, Qin Feng's eyes reddened. He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly; I knew he was trying hard to control his emotions.
In that moment, I made a decision. I reached out and gently took Qin Feng's hand. "Qin Feng, I will keep your secret safe. And if you ever need me, I'm always here."
He looked up again, tears glistening in his eyes. He didn’t speak but simply nodded gently.
From that day on, I began to pay closer attention to Qin Feng's every move. I realized he was actually a very sensitive person. Whenever someone approached him, he would instinctively tense up; each time he had to speak in front of others, his hands would tremble slightly.
I started to help him intentionally and unintentionally. During group discussions, I would invite him to speak; when he was alone, I would find various reasons to chat with him. I hoped to help him gradually adapt to social interactions and rebuild his trust in the world.
Qin Feng seemed to notice the change in me. Sometimes, I could feel his thoughtful gaze upon me. But he said nothing, only occasionally offering me a faint smile.
Our relationship became subtle and complex. An invisible bond formed between us, a tacit understanding of guarding each other's secrets. Sometimes, we didn’t even need words; a glance was enough for us to understand each other's thoughts.
However, as time went by, I began to question my "undercover" mission. Initially, I approached Qin Feng solely to fulfill the task assigned by my teacher. But now, I found myself genuinely wanting to help him, wanting to see him smile again.
I started to confront my own feelings. Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen for Qin Feng. I admired the way he focused intently on his experiments, cherished his occasional shy smile, and even appreciated his sometimes awkward social interactions.
This feeling brought me both sweetness and pain. I didn't know how to face Qin Feng, nor did I know how to explain things to my teacher. All I knew was that I could no longer deceive myself with the notion of a "mission."
After much inner turmoil, I decided to come clean to my teacher. I needed to tell her that I could no longer objectively complete this task. I wanted to explain that Qin Feng was not someone who needed to be "monitored"; he was simply an ordinary person who needed understanding and care.
At the moment I made this decision, a sense of unprecedented relief washed over me. Regardless of the outcome, at least I could hold my head high in front of my conscience and honor Qin Feng's trust.
Looking out at the sunlight streaming through the window, I took a deep breath. I knew the road ahead might be difficult, but I was ready. Because I believed that as long as there was love and understanding, no challenge was insurmountable.
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