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Xiao Lan had broken her leg, and when she called to tell me, she was crying loudly.
"Xiao Jinjin! I don't want to live anymore!"
I hurriedly asked her, "What happened? Don't cry, take your time."
Xiao Lan spoke in fits and starts, "I fell while taking a shower, and now I've broken my leg! I'm just so unlucky! I'm the unluckiest person in the world! Even the birds used to poop on me all the time! I could tolerate that!"
"But how can I be so unfortunate to have a fever and then break my leg? I was finally about to go back to school, and now look at me—my leg is broken! There’s so much homework; I'm definitely going to fall behind."
I asked her worriedly, "Did they put a cast on your leg? Does it still hurt?"
"They did, it doesn't hurt anymore, but now I'm really limited in my movements."
"It's okay, come to school. I'll sit with you; I can help you with anything you need."
"Ah, will the teacher allow you to change seats? You two have been sitting together for two years."
"It's fine. Xie hasn't been here for three days; I'll talk to the teacher tomorrow. Besides, I don't have a deskmate right now."
I could hear Xiao Lan sniffing on the other end of the line. "Xiao Jinjin, you're so nice!"
...
So the next day, when Xie Chen returned, he found an empty seat while I sat at the other end of the classroom.
Our eyes met; he didn't say anything but stared at me with a dark gaze that seemed endless.
If it wasn't my imagination, I thought I saw a glimmer of murderous intent in Xie Chen's eyes.
Xiao Lan, sitting beside me, trembled uncontrollably. "Xiao Jinjin, why do I feel like that guy is going to kill me with his gaze?"
I patted her back to comfort her. "No, you must be mistaken."
For the next week, Xiao Lan and I went about our lives without incident, though Xie Chen's gaze grew increasingly melancholic.
While we were getting hot water, we ran into Xie Chen, who was accompanied by those boys I had seen in the classroom before.
It seemed like he had started to give up on everything. Everyone was surprised at how Xie and this group of troublemakers had come together, and it appeared that these troublemakers were actually quite afraid of Xie Chen! Truly, a big shot is a big shot!
Xie Chen walked ahead with one hand in his pocket. When we collided, our eyes met for a moment before I hurriedly looked away. Why was my heart racing so fast? And Xie Chen seemed to have become even more attractive.
His eyes darkened slightly, and just as we brushed past each other, he grabbed my hand.
"Jin Yi, are you afraid of me?" His voice was low.
I paused for a moment. "Not afraid at all."
Xie Chen's gaze swept over me. "If you're not afraid, then why are you trembling?"
I forced a smile. "I can't help it. I'm not afraid of you."
Xie Chen raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you change seats?"
I smiled foolishly at him. "It's not that! It's because Xiao Lan broke her right foot, and I have to take care of her."
Xie Chen looked at me and asked softly, "When will you move your seat back?"
Did he actually hope for me to go back? I felt a little happy inside, something I didn't even realize myself.
I explained to him seriously, "Xiao Lan's foot isn't healed yet."
Xie Chen let go of my hand, his gaze filled with resentment. "Is she doing so poorly that you’re her only friend?"
Xiao Lan, who was nearby, wanted to retort but didn’t dare to.
I spoke softly, "That's not true, but I am her best friend."
Xie Chen's brown eyes reflected only me. He irritably ruffled his hair and glanced at Xiao Lan, his tone a bit harsh. "When is that broken foot of yours going to heal?"
Xiao Lan, frightened, clutched my arm tightly. "I... I promise, it seems like it's getting better soon."
Xie Chen sighed helplessly, bending slightly to meet my gaze, his eyes seemingly filled with me.
I nervously asked him, "Xie, what's wrong?"
Noticing my anxiety, Xie Chen smiled lightly and said earnestly, "Classmate, when she gets better, you come back. Do you understand?"
I looked into his eyes and nodded gently. "I understand."
...
A month later, Xiao Lan had her cast removed.
Xie Chen personally came to help me move my seat.
He walked over silently, his expression cool, and under the strange gazes of everyone, he quietly returned my books and stationery to their original places, arranging them neatly.
I tugged at his sleeve and smiled at him. "Thank you, Xie Chen."
Xie Chen awkwardly turned his head away, continuing to work on problems I couldn't understand. After a long pause, he muttered, "As long as you're back."
It felt like something had changed between Xie Chen and me, yet at the same time, nothing had changed.
He still maintained his aloof demeanor, as if the proud Xie Chen who had boasted about how beautiful I was in class was merely a figment of my imagination because the current him would never admit it.
Moreover, every time I looked up, I would catch his slightly flustered gaze. His ears would inexplicably turn red, and if any other classmates saw him like this, they probably wouldn't believe it.
We still didn't talk much since he was always busy scribbling something down.
Once, I accidentally caught a glimpse of what he was writing. It said "XX Observation Journal." Could he be keeping a diary? Would Xie Chen actually write a diary?
I found that hard to believe.
I had never thought that one day I would meet Xie Chen's parents because they were leaders of a major corporation with a particularly high status. In fact, most of the teaching buildings at Cotton City High School were donated by them.
I had vaguely heard from classmates who had met Xie Chen's parents that they were very serious and exuded a strong sense of authority. I could imagine that; after all, they managed such a large corporation.
I thought someone like me would never have the chance to meet them, yet they appeared just in time.
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