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The afternoon classes were math and physics lab.
In math class, I encountered many problems that I couldn't solve. I wanted to ask the girl next to me, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt a gloomy gaze fall upon me. It was Gaoyuan. He frowned at me, his expression showing a hint of displeasure.
"I'm... I'm sorry," I quickly apologized, frightened. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and continued writing. I let out a sigh of relief and patted my chest. That was terrifying; his stare was too intimidating.
I didn't dare to disturb anyone else and had to continue struggling with the problems on my own. However, I really couldn't figure them out. Looking at the problems on the blackboard only made me more frustrated. Why was math so difficult? I wished I could be as smart as Gaoyuan.
Lost in thought, I couldn't help but glance at Gaoyuan again. He was also working on the problems, his brow slightly furrowed and his gaze focused. His fingers were long, and he held the pen in an elegant manner.
Suddenly, a saying came to mind: "A serious man is the most handsome." Gaoyuan looked really good when he was serious. But... I felt so stupid. I couldn't even solve such simple problems; he must think I'm a hassle.
I didn't dare to bother him again and could only keep trying to work through the problems myself. Yet, I truly couldn't do it. The thought of the teacher explaining the answers later while I understood nothing filled me with shame.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated.
I took out my phone and saw a message from an unfamiliar number.
"Are you Li Wan?"
"Yes."
"Hello, I'm Zhang Qian."
"Hi, what’s up?"
"Have you checked the Campus Website?"
"No, I haven't."
"You should take a look."
I curiously opened the Campus Website and saw a post.
The post was made at noon by an unknown user and included a photo.
It was a picture of Gaoyuan helping me open a drink.
The photo was very clear, and Gaoyuan's profile looked extremely handsome.
I stared at the picture in a daze, feeling a strange sensation rise within me.
So this is what it feels like to be photographed by someone.
But how did this photo end up on the Campus Website?
Who took it?
I glanced at the post again and noticed it had already reached the homepage with over five hundred comments.
"Wow, isn't that Gaoyuan from Class Two?"
"Yeah, I recognize him; he never talks to girls."
"Not just that, he's also the top student in our grade, scoring over seven hundred in every exam."
"Really? That's impressive! But why did he help this girl open a drink?"
"Who knows? Maybe she asked him to."
"Who is this girl anyway? I've never seen her before."
"I think she's a new transfer student."
"Oh, that explains it; she must have some connections."
As I read these comments, I felt a bit uncomfortable.
I don't have any background; I just... just wanted to ask Gaoyuan out for a drink. But how did this photo end up on the Campus Website? Who took it? I looked at the photo again and suddenly realized something. The angle of the photo seems to be... taken from the front right. And at that time, there was only one person in my front right. Was it Gaoyuan? Did he take the photo? But why would he do that? I couldn't understand. I turned off my phone and looked at Gaoyuan. He was still focused on writing, seemingly unaware of what had just happened. I wanted to ask him, but I hesitated. I was afraid he would look at me with that gloomy expression again. I sighed and continued to study the problem.
Physics lab class is one of my favorite courses. Because physics experiments don't require much thinking; you just need to follow the teacher's steps. Moreover, physics experiments help improve my hands-on skills and make me more meticulous. During the physics lab class, I was paired with Zhang Qian. We sat in the lab and started the experiment. The steps were not complicated, and Zhang Qian and I worked well together, finishing quickly. The last step was to place the paper strip under the speedometer and press the button to get the results. However, when I placed the paper strip, I accidentally knocked into a nearby screwdriver. The screwdriver fell to the ground with a crisp sound. I was startled and pressed the wrong button. As a result, no results were printed on the paper strip. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault," I said to Zhang Qian.
"It's nothing," Zhang Qian said, shaking her head. "Let's do it again."
"Okay," I nodded and we conducted the experiment once more.
This time, we succeeded.
After finishing the experiment, I left the lab with Zhang Qian.
As we walked out of the lab, I noticed several girls practicing dance in the hallway.
They were wearing matching outfits, and their graceful movements attracted a lot of attention.
"Are they art students?" I asked Zhang Qian.
"Yeah," Zhang Qian nodded, her expression slightly impatient.
"What's wrong?" I inquired.
"Nothing," Zhang Qian replied, "I just think it's too crowded here."
"True," I agreed, "but there's nothing we can do; the school is only so big."
Zhang Qian remained silent, her expression still not pleasant.
We walked down the stairs and had just reached the corner on the third floor when a voice called out from behind us.
"Xiao Qian."
Zhang Qian stopped and turned around.
A boy stood in the hallway, smiling at us.
He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, tall and handsome.
He was Liu Ming, Zhang Qian's cousin and the student council president.
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Qian asked.
"I'm here to find you," Liu Ming said with a smile. "Grandpa asked us to come home for dinner tonight, and I also helped you get a leave."
"Oh," Zhang Qian nodded, her expression somewhat cold.
"Let's go," Liu Ming said.
"Okay," Zhang Qian replied and followed Liu Ming out.
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