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When he stood in front of the crowd, Sang Yu could see the boy more clearly. He was about six feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His peach blossom eyes sparkled like they contained stars, and as the morning sunlight illuminated him, it seemed as if he was cloaked in light, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
At the same time, gasps of admiration echoed around her. Whether they were boys or girls, everyone seemed captivated by Lu Jingzhi's charm.
The instructor was infuriated by the boys' lax attitude and angrily ordered them to do fifty push-ups as punishment. Just when everyone thought Lu Jingzhi would argue back, he surprisingly said nothing and simply dropped to the ground to begin.
Under the watchful eyes of classmates from both classes, he effortlessly completed all fifty push-ups. The sight of someone who didn’t appear particularly strong, even somewhat slender, completing the punishment with ease left not only the girls in awe but also made the boys gasp in amazement. The instructor seemed particularly surprised as well, beginning to regard him with newfound respect.
With an appreciative gaze directed at Lu Jingzhi, Sang Yu thought to herself that he was not only academically gifted but also remarkably athletic; it seemed there was nothing about him that was lacking.
From that day on, her gaze would unconsciously follow Lu Jingzhi—during military training, between classes, and even at mealtimes. Whenever she stepped out of the classroom, she would instinctively search for his figure.
As time passed, she found herself continuously tracking Lu Jingzhi's movements. Periodically, she would hear rumors about him changing girlfriends. Occasionally, she would see him with other girls, and each time her heart would ache slightly as she hurriedly looked away.
She understood all too well the gap between them; they were like two parallel lines that would never intersect. In class, she was just an average student—her grades were mediocre, her looks were unremarkable, and her physique was nothing special. Teachers overlooked her, and her classmates didn’t particularly like her.
In contrast, he was a favored child of fortune—a dazzling presence akin to a moon hanging high in the sky, utterly unreachable; while she felt like mere dust on the ground—ordinary beyond measure. How could she ever be worthy of him?
Perhaps it was fate or a stroke of luck; when she moved from freshman to sophomore year, she found herself placed in the same class as Lu Jingzhi.
When she saw his name on the roster, she felt an overwhelming joy that lasted for quite some time. Her lips involuntarily curled into a smile. Even Lin Yue wondered why she seemed so happy during that period; indeed, she found herself waking up smiling from dreams.
She became like a secret observer, quietly watching every different side of him—when he was dating someone, when he listened attentively in class, when he answered questions posed by teachers, when he played around after class, when he shot hoops, when he was happy or feeling down.
She thought this state of being would continue until graduation day. However, one day in their senior year—what had once been two parallel lines suddenly intersected.
She would never forget that day during physical education class when they had free time. Lu Jingzhi stood before her with his usual charming smile and asked, "Would you be my girlfriend?"
In that moment, she froze. Looking at the tall and handsome boy before her—this was the first time she had truly looked at him openly. She hadn’t expected him to actually fulfill their bet.
Yes, his confession stemmed from a wager with someone else; she knew this because she had overheard it by accident.
At that moment, a voice inside her urged: Say yes! Say yes!
Logically speaking, she shouldn’t agree because he didn’t genuinely like her; his confession was merely a bet. Yet deep down inside her heart yearned for some connection with him—she wanted him to remember her rather than graduating without even knowing her name.
Thus, she heard herself softly say: "Okay."
In the end, emotions triumphed over reason, regardless of his intentions when he confessed to her. All she knew was that at this moment, two parallel lines that had never intersected before no longer existed, for they had converged into one.
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