Looking at the headache-inducing math book, I reviewed what I learned today with Shen Zhiyan under my mother's eager gaze.
...I felt like crying without tears. Did this mean I would have to study this torturous math with Shen Zhiyan every day from now on?
So, every day, I brought breakfast for Shen Zhiyan, and he studied math with me during lunch. By the time Aunt Lu returned, our midterm exams were already over.
Holding a test paper that was twenty points higher than my previous quizzes, I danced around the classroom, almost ready to break into a full dance. With a score of 109, I had finally moved from passing to excellent.
With this result, my mother should no longer turn into Tang Seng, right?
Seeing my joyful expression, Shen Zhiyan smiled slightly and suggested, “It seems that our lunchtime study sessions have been quite effective. Let’s continue.”
Upon hearing this, I felt a bit hesitant. Looking at his face every day made it hard for me to bear; I was afraid that one day I might blurt out, “I like you,” and scare Shen Zhiyan away.
“...Shen Zhiyan, don’t you have anything else to do during lunch? Why are you always focused on my math?” I asked somewhat angrily.
“Focusing on you is exactly what I want to do every day,” Shen Zhiyan replied with a grin.
The way he looked at me so seriously almost made me want to ask him, “Do you like me?”
With Shen Zhiyan's help, my math scores kept improving. Recently, the class beauty Liu Miaomiao had been asking me in various ways if Shen Zhiyan and I were a couple. I firmly replied that we were not.
“You go to school together in the morning and afternoon and stick together all the time; how could you not be dating?” she seemed skeptical.
“We're neighbors; it just happens to be on the way,” I said, feeling a bit guilty.
Just then, Shen Zhiyan got up to get some water and stared at me for quite a while after hearing what I said.
I thought there was something on my face and asked my deskmate, who said there wasn’t anything there.
I was frustrated; what was he staring at?
On the way home, I asked Shen Zhiyan, “What were you staring at while I was chatting with Liu Miaomiao?”
“Nothing much; you had something on your face, but it fell off when you moved.”
"Really?" I was a bit skeptical.
"Of course! Why else? Because you're good-looking?" Shen Zhiyan teased, looking at me with a playful grin.
"Hmph, why can't it be because I'm good-looking?" I felt my face flush suddenly.
"See? You're blushing! Haha, you must like me!"
"You wish! Like me? No way!" I retorted defiantly.
"There's a limit to self-love," he said, leaving that remark hanging as I dashed home.
Shen Zhiyan and I didn't walk home together; our mothers were chatting at the door.
"Xiaonuan, why didn't you come back with Zhiyan?" Aunt Lu asked curiously as she looked at me.
"Auntie, I was in a hurry to use the bathroom, so I ran back first," I lied, my cheeks still flushed as I hurried inside.
Suddenly, I remembered the first time I got my period; it was Shen Zhiyan who lent me his school uniform to cover up so I could go home.
In an instant, my face turned even redder.
This is it; I'm really done for—I’ve truly fallen for him.
"Xiaoxiong, which university are you planning to apply to?"
That night, just as I turned off the lights and lay down in bed, a message from Shen Zhiyan came through.
"My mom wants me to apply to F University, but I want to go to Z University. What about you?"
"Um, got it."
...What does he mean by "got it"? Why doesn't he tell me which university he wants to attend?
Does he not want to go to the same university as me?
Is asking me about my plans just a way to avoid going to the same school?
Because of his response, I went to school the next day with panda eyes.
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