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Since yesterday has passed, let both the emotions that should be accepted and the love that cannot be accepted, whether they are feelings of gratitude or sadness, fade away with the bygone day. Let them remain in their memories, in the imagination of one's absence, buried deep within the heart.
"Well, well, Shen Xiaomeng, you've gone off-topic again. With your way of thinking, if you were to argue with someone, you'd definitely win. You can always control the topic of the argument and steer it in a direction favorable to you," Qinglan said with a sigh of relief, teasing Shen Xiaomeng playfully.
"Oh, right." After responding, Shen Xiaomeng suddenly asked Qinglan, "Where was I?"
Her question made everyone burst into laughter.
"You were supposed to talk about Jiao'er’s romantic confession all night, but it's almost lights out and bedtime, and you haven't even gotten to her yet. Your attention is too scattered; the main character is taking too long to appear," Liuying chimed in with a reprimand.
"Alright then, I hereby announce that our beautiful and romantic main character is officially making her entrance," Shen Xiaomeng declared as she stood up.
"Sit down, sit down, just talk while sitting," Qinglan pulled Shen Xiaomeng back down onto the bench. "It's not your turn to make an entrance; why are you so excited? Just do your job as the storyteller; standing up creates pressure."
Qinglan held back her laughter, Jiang Liuying also stifled a laugh, and Hu Jiao'er smiled with her lips pressed together.
Oh! It was that night when Zhou Xiaochuan had helped Hu Jiao'er study for several days, staying by her side in class. Except for that day when he was tricked into holding her hand for a moment, he hadn't touched even a finger of Hu Jiao'er since then. Now he stepped onto the stage.
"He’s holding a book!" a student shouted from below. "He really is a bookworm."
The teacher and classmates all laughed kindly.
He began with a self-introduction.
"This is necessary; since he joined our class, he hasn't introduced himself to everyone yet," Hu Jiao'er suddenly interjected after remaining silent for a while.
"That's right," Shen Xiaomeng nodded in agreement with Hu Jiao'er.
Then Zhou Xiaochuan thanked all his classmates and teachers for their help, criticized himself for focusing solely on his studies when he first arrived and not integrating into the class, causing concern for the class committee.
These procedures were similar to those of other students, and after listening to him, some classmates felt disappointed.
How could such a talented and handsome guy be so ordinary and conventional? They thought he would have something unique about him since he came from a philosophy background; he should bring a different vibe to the science students.
Zhou Xiaochuan was the last to speak. The criticism and self-criticism session had not yet concluded, and murmurs began to rise as some people started to lose patience. The volume of conversation in the classroom gradually increased, creating a bit of noise.
At this moment, the counselor had already left because all classes in the department were holding activities, and he needed to check on each class. The homeroom teacher also left early due to other commitments, leaving only a senior student and class officers to host the event.
Everyone had no further expectations for the evening's activities and began to pack their things, ready to head back to the dormitory as soon as the class officers announced the end of the event.
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed and quick-reacting student shouted, "Hey, Zhou Xiaochuan, you brought a book on stage but we haven't seen you use it! Do you have a habit of carrying books around?"
This remark caught everyone's attention, and the classroom fell silent as all eyes turned to Zhou Xiaochuan.
Zhou Xiaochuan lightly cleared his throat, wearing a subtle smile. He slowly opened the book and said, "Tonight, this is the main point."
"What?" The students below almost asked in unison.
He pulled out a silk ribbon from the pages of the book.
"Wow!" A chorus of amazement erupted from below.
Everyone knew that the yellow silk ribbon belonged to Hu Jiao'er.
"The day before yesterday, Jiao'er was still looking for this ribbon in the dormitory," Shen Xiaomeng whispered to her deskmate.
"Wow, Zhou Xiaochuan, you've managed to get this?" Some boys began to stir restlessly.
Zhou Xiaochuan glanced disdainfully at the boy who shouted. "The word 'get' is quite crude; do you know that? It's not suitable for use when referring to girls. I guess you probably don't have a girlfriend. If you do have one, please never use that word around her. Respecting women is not just a virtue; it can also bring you good luck! Good luck!"
Zhou Xiaochuan winked at the boy.
"Wow!" The girls covered their mouths. "So handsome! So cool! So calm."
A girl next to her pulled her hand away from her mouth and said, "Can you be a little calmer? The best part is still coming; it seems like he's about to confess to someone."
"Jiao'er, you said holding hands should be as formal as proposing. Today, in front of so many people, I want to formally ask for your hand—Holding Hands—with you for life. This is not just my promise to you but also my promise to myself. Everyone loves themselves, so please believe that my commitment to myself is far more precious than any promise I make to you."
"Wow! Please hold hands! How romantic!" The crowd sighed in admiration.
"Make a promise to yourself! What a special promise!" There was a chaotic buzz.
All eyes were on Jiao'er.
Jiao'er looked at Zhou Xiaochuan on stage, her cheeks flushed, her shy gaze contrasting with the bold and daring look in her eyes, fixed intently on him.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Xiaochuan stepped down from the stage, all attention focused on him as he moved.
He walked up to Hu Jiao'er, took her hand, and led her to the podium, tying a yellow ribbon around her wrist. "This end is tied to your hand, and the other end is in my heart."
As he carefully tied a beautiful bow for her, he softly confessed his feelings.
"Wow, so skillful! What a beautiful bow! Did he practice for a long time just for this? A boy willing to spend his precious time for a bow," someone remarked.
"Yeah, his time is so valuable; he usually uses it for studying," another girl chimed in.
Hu Jiao'er lowered her head, her eyelids drooping, long curled eyelashes gently trembling, with a crystal tear hanging above.
After tying the ribbon, Zhou Xiaochuan took a strand of hair from the book page. "This fell from your hair. In ancient times, there was a saying about tying hair as a wife and exchanging hair as a lifelong commitment. Now that you have given me this strand of hair, I will take good care of the rest of your hair and ensure that no one else picks up even one strand." Zhou Xiaochuan pulled out a red silk-wrapped jewelry box from his pocket, carefully placed the strand inside, and closed it. "Wow! So romantic and beautiful!" Qinglan covered her mouth in surprise and delight.
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