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I stood at the door of the office, took a deep breath, and mustered the courage to knock. Upon hearing the teacher's gentle "Come in," I pushed the door open and walked inside.
"Zhao Yue, what brings you here?" The teacher looked up at me, a warm smile on her face.
I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment before deciding to be straightforward. "Teacher, I have something I want to discuss with you."
The teacher set down her pen and gestured for me to take a seat. I sat in the chair across from her, feeling my heart race.
"It's about Qin Feng," I began. "I've been spending more time with him lately and have noticed some things."
The teacher's expression turned serious as she leaned slightly forward, listening intently to what I had to say.
I took a deep breath and shared my observations and discoveries over the past few weeks. From Qin Feng's reclusive behavior to his fear of social interactions, and even the vulnerability he occasionally showed. I even mentioned our unexpected encounter on the rooftop that day.
As I reached the end of my explanation, my voice trembled slightly. "Teacher, I'm really worried about Qin Feng. I think he needs help, but I don't know what to do."
The teacher was silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. "Zhao Yue, thank you for sharing this with me. You did the right thing."
Her gaze reflected approval, but there was also a sense of concern. "To be honest, Qin Feng's situation is more serious than I had imagined."
A heaviness settled in my chest; I hadn't expected even the teacher to say that.
"However," she continued, "your willingness to care for your classmate and put in the effort is commendable. I hope you can continue to support Qin Feng."
I nodded, feeling the weight on my shoulders grow heavier. "I will, teacher. But what should I do?"
After a moment of thought, the teacher replied, "First, continue doing what you’re doing now. Communicate with him and listen to his thoughts. Secondly, try to help him integrate into the group. Encourage him to participate in class activities and interact with other students."
I took the teacher's advice to heart, silently resolving to follow through.
"Remember," the teacher added, "if you encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to me. I will provide the necessary support."
As I left the office, I felt both relieved and anxious. Relieved that I had finally expressed what was on my mind, yet anxious about the daunting task ahead.
In the following days, I consciously guided Qin Feng to engage with other classmates. During every group discussion, I would invite him to join us. At class activities, I always encouraged him to participate.
At first, Qin Feng was puzzled by my change in behavior. One time, he even asked me directly, "Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"
I was taken aback for a moment but then smiled and replied, "Because we are classmates; isn’t it normal for us to help each other?"
He stared at me for a while, seemingly assessing the sincerity of my words. Finally, he nodded gently and said nothing more.
Although Qin Feng didn’t completely open up, he didn’t reject my kindness either. Gradually, I noticed he began to seek me out for conversations and share his thoughts.
One afternoon, we were studying together in the library when Qin Feng suddenly looked up and said softly, "Zhao Yue, thank you."
I was a bit surprised as I looked at him; there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"What are you thanking me for?" I asked with a smile.
"Thank you... for not despising me," he murmured, lowering his head, his voice barely audible.
A pang of sorrow struck my heart, and I gently patted his shoulder. "Silly, we're friends."
Seeing Qin Feng slowly change brought me comfort. My efforts were not in vain; he was gradually stepping out of his shadows.
However, as we spent more time together, I found it increasingly difficult to control my feelings. Every smile from Qin Feng, every exchange of glances made my heart race.
I began to worry that my feelings for him had surpassed mere friendship. Worse still, I recalled the original purpose of my approach. That "undercover" identity loomed like an invisible chasm between us.
I didn't know how to confront these complicated emotions. I feared that one day, when Qin Feng learned the truth, he would completely lose trust in me.
In the quiet of the night, I often tossed and turned, contemplating how to proceed. I knew I had to make a choice. Should I continue helping Qin Feng or withdraw in time? Should I follow my heart or maintain a rational distance?
These questions tangled in my mind like a ball of yarn. I realized I needed to find answers quickly because time waits for no one, and perhaps Qin Feng's future rested in my hands.
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