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Seeing the teacher, Father performed a quick transformation, greeting cheerfully, "Ah! The teacher is here, come in quickly! Child's mother, the teacher has arrived."
Then he turned to me and said fiercely, "Get inside and do your homework!"
I looked at my homeroom teacher, hesitating. It didn’t feel right to call her over and then leave her behind.
The homeroom teacher smiled and said, "Go ahead! Study hard."
I worriedly glanced at the two of them, but the homeroom teacher gave me a reassuring look.
After that, I don’t know what happened; all I know is that after the homeroom teacher left, Father didn’t bring up the topic of dropping out to work.
The next day, I spent a restless morning, scratching my head in anxiety, unable to resist my curiosity and went to find the homeroom teacher.
She looked at me with a smile as I awkwardly approached her. "I have my own ways," she said. "But your results still need to improve; otherwise, your dad might start thinking about making you drop out again. At that point, there won’t be much I can do."
Knowing this was a rare opportunity, I decided to work even harder from that day on.
Every day I arrived at the classroom by five o'clock to study and turned off the lights promptly at ten in the evening to rest, conserving energy for the next day's learning.
Days passed by, and my efforts began to yield results.
My grades improved from third-to-last place to above average. Although it wasn’t outstanding, I was already very satisfied.
I patted my chest, feeling more resolute in my belief.
It seemed that hard work truly paid off.
Getting into college felt like a real possibility!
On weekends, I spent time reading in the library.
A tall figure by the window caught my attention.
The sunlight illuminated him, making him appear even taller and more upright.
I stared at him blankly, my heart racing.
Lin Zijin—this name took root and blossomed in my heart.
I didn’t know why.
Perhaps it was the carefree spirit he possessed that I had never experienced before.
I secretly watched him.
His bright smile after scoring a goal on the field, his tall figure as he walked down the street.
Everything made my heart race.
I knew I had fallen for him. He was different from me, with a harmonious family and loving parents.
Because he excelled, his photo often appeared in the outstanding student section. He was also incredibly handsome, making him a campus heartthrob; I had heard about him here and there.
I was just an ordinary girl, plain and unremarkable.
I never imagined he would like me!
He represented a kind of beautiful hope for me.
After school that evening, I hastily ate a few bites of dinner before retreating to my room.
Lying on my bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling.
In my mind, Lin Zijin's figure resurfaced once again.
I pinched my fingers, wishing to grasp something.
The next day during break, I poured out my feelings all at once.
"Xianyu, I... I think I've developed a crush on a boy."
"I think I like him."
Zhang Qianyu was momentarily stunned.
It was clear that she was puzzled. We were inseparable, and with such a big incident happening to me, she had no idea at all.
After regaining her composure, she slowly asked, "Is that boy from our school?"
I quickly replied, "Yes, he is from our school."
"His name is Lin Zijin."
Zhang Qianyu pursed her lips, her expression serious. "Lin Zijin from Class 1(7)?"
I nodded. "Yes, that's him."
Zhang Qianyu fell silent. Zhao Hanning asked, "What’s wrong? Do you know him?"
Zhang Qianyu replied, "He's one of those kids from another family, you know."
"Well, that explains it, hahaha!" It was impressive to see someone usually so cheerful get flustered; it made me even more interested in Lin Zijin. Zhao Hanning chuckled lightly as well.
Zhang Qianyu said, "Alright then, you two." She rushed over and launched a series of Nine Yin White Bone Claws at us.
We three laughed together when the class bell rang.
Zhang Qianyu eagerly asked, "Xiao Shuang'er, are you going to confess?"
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