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I took a deep breath, mustering the courage to approach Qin Feng. He was sitting alone in a corner of the library, engrossed in a thick book. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the sharp contours of his profile. I couldn't help but be captivated; this usually aloof boy seemed so gentle at this moment.
"Um... Qin Feng, can I talk to you?" I asked softly, afraid to disturb him.
Qin Feng looked up, his deep-set eyes locking onto mine, causing me to feel flustered for a moment. He nodded slightly, indicating for me to sit down.
I took a seat across from him, trying to calm my racing heart. "So, the school is going to hold a science and technology competition. I was wondering... would you like to participate together?"
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. After a brief silence, he slowly replied, "Why me?"
I hadn't expected him to ask that and was momentarily at a loss for words. But soon enough, I found my reason: "Because... because I think you're really impressive. Last time in the lab, I saw you complete that complex experiment all by yourself, and I truly admired that. I thought if we could collaborate, we would achieve great results."
Qin Feng's gaze lingered on my face for a few seconds as if assessing the sincerity of my words. Finally, he nodded gently. "Alright, I'll agree."
And so we began our collaboration. Every day after school, we would meet in the lab to discuss project plans and conduct various experiments. At first, I felt a bit awkward, worried that I might make mistakes. However, as time passed, I realized that Qin Feng wasn't as difficult to get along with as the rumors suggested.
One time, while conducting a complex chemical reaction, I accidentally miscalculated the ratio of reagents. As the experiment threatened to fail, panic welled up inside me and I felt like crying. Just then, Qin Feng appeared beside me.
"Don't panic," he said softly. "We still have time to fix this."
He patiently guided me on how to adjust the reagent ratios and control the reaction speed. With his help, we ultimately succeeded in completing the experiment. In that moment, I saw a spark of excitement in Qin Feng's eyes—a reflection of his passion for research and joy in success.
I began to realize that Qin Feng wasn't as cold as he appeared on the surface. He simply struggled with expressing himself but had a gentle heart beneath it all. Whenever I proposed an idea, no matter how far-fetched it might be, he would listen attentively before offering his suggestions. Even when my ideas were sometimes childish, he never mocked me; instead, he patiently guided me to think deeper about the issues at hand.
As time went by, our communication increased, and so did our understanding of each other. Sometimes, a mere glance was enough for us to grasp each other's thoughts. In the laboratory, we worked together seamlessly, like two gears perfectly meshing.
However, amidst this harmony, ripples began to stir within my heart. I found myself looking forward to seeing Qin Feng every day, growing increasingly fond of the way he focused on his work. The slight furrow of his brow, the way he unconsciously bit his lip while thinking, his nimble hands... these details were etched deeply in my mind.
I started to develop feelings for Qin Feng, a sensation akin to flowers quietly blooming in spring, blossoming without my awareness. Yet, I was uncertain if he felt the same way about me. Sometimes, I would catch him looking at me, and there seemed to be an emotion in his gaze that I couldn't decipher. But whenever I attempted to delve deeper into it, he would quickly avert his eyes as if nothing had happened.
This ambiguous atmosphere excited yet unsettled me. I began to grapple with whether I should continue my "undercover" mission. Initially, my approach to Qin Feng was solely to fulfill a task assigned by the student council. But now, I was unsure of my true intentions.
I was afraid—afraid that one day my real purpose would be exposed. I feared losing Qin Feng as a friend and even more so losing the faint affection he might have for me. Every time I thought about it, a pang of heartache struck me. I didn't know how to confront this dilemma or how to face my own feelings.
Ultimately, I decided to let things unfold naturally, taking one step at a time. I told myself not to force anything or deliberately conceal anything. I believed that time would provide me with answers. Perhaps one day, I would muster the courage to confess everything to Qin Feng. Maybe one day, I would realize this was merely a fleeting infatuation of youth. Regardless of the outcome, at least I knew that during this period of my life, I had encountered someone who made my heart flutter and experienced a beautiful time.
For now, all I wanted was to cherish every moment spent with Qin Feng. Under the lights of the laboratory, amidst the scent of books in the library, on the tree-lined paths of campus... we discussed together, experimented together, and fought for our dreams together. This time had become the most precious memory of my youth.
Watching Qin Feng's serious profile as he worked diligently, I smiled softly. No matter what the future held, at least in this moment, we were each other's best partners. This understanding, this trust, this feeling of gradually drawing closer was all so real and beautiful.
I quietly made a wish in my heart: that this wonderful time could last forever.
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