Chapter 60: Mysterious Note (Part 2)

  "Sister, come out and eat, you still have evening self-study later." Qiao Anyu pushed open her door. Qiao Anyu Liang heard the sound and suddenly jumped up like a startled deer, reflexively hiding the paper in her hand behind her back, and replied perfunctorily: "Mm, I'm going now."

  "It's freezing outside and you still have the window open, aren't you cold?" Qiao Anyu didn't notice her nervous and sweaty appearance, and just threw out a sentence before leaving.

  Qiao Anyu quickly walked forward and locked the door, her heart racing. Fortunately, it wasn't her mother calling her to eat, otherwise her small movements and micro-expressions would definitely not escape her sharp eyes, and her thoughts would be exposed. She smoothed out the crumpled paper with care, as if it were a rare treasure, and read it again, becoming even more convinced that it was Su Yuzhe's handwriting. Her face burned hot enough to cook an egg. Thinking that Su Yuzhe actually liked her too, but not knowing how to react, feelings of sweetness, surprise, and unease entwined together, tightening around her.

  At night self-study, the teacher was lecturing on the podium, but Qiao Anyu didn't take in a single punctuation mark, her mind wandering all over the place, and no matter how hard she tried to pull it back, her gaze kept drifting away. Unconsciously, she pretended to be nonchalant as she gazed through N classmates' dense crowds at Su Yuzhe from afar. His nose, his eyes, his lips, every move he made was so gentle and handsome! How could she possibly resist such a young man?! Especially when he was the one she secretly liked! Her heart fluttered with uncertainty, sometimes it was Su Yuzhe's impressive high jump pose, cool and stunning; sometimes it was her mother's stern gaze, the teacher's disappointed eyes, and her classmates' mocking faces.

  She suddenly thought of another question, Su Yuzhe compared to the four big handsome guys in the grade, was not inferior at all, why didn't he make it into the list? Shu Zimo's expressionless mask-like face was already on the list, why couldn't Su Yuzhe's gentle smile compare to Shu Zimo's cold gaze that gave people chills? Especially when he was facing himself, his five features were always twisted together in a debt collector's face, which wasn't aesthetically pleasing at all.

  There must be something wrong with their aesthetic! Either it's theirs or mine!

  She couldn't help but turn her head and gaze at Su Yuzhe from afar, who was intently listening to the teacher's lecture. She also took a peek at Shu Zimo, who was looking down with a sneaky expression on his face, seemingly eager to try something.

  I don't know what kind of martial arts secret manual it is again.

  Gu Siqi had long noticed the abnormality of her deskmate tonight, and wrote a note to warn him: "Staring so frequently, do you want the whole class to know that you like him?" Only then did Qiao Anyu force himself to calm down and bury his head in his arms on the table, writing his name stroke by stroke on the draft paper.

  After class, Qiao Anyu was just about to reveal the secret she had been holding back for a long time to Gu Siqian, but was called away by the teacher and hastily packed up to attend the math Olympiad training class.

  After school, she walked home alone. The training class got out late and Gu Siqi didn't wait for her. She lowered her head and kicked at a stone, lost in thought, when a male voice called out to her: "Qiao Anyu."

  "Who are you?" Qiao Anyu turned her head back, looking at the newcomer in surprise, her brain quickly searching through her database of familiar faces, and the result was: Do I know him?

  "I'm Ling Feng, from the class next door." Ling Feng smiled shyly.

  "Are you looking for me for something?" Qiao Anyu didn't know what he came for.

  "Afternoon in the cinema, the note I slipped to you... did you see it?" Ling Feng asked hesitantly.

  Is it really him? Not Su Yuzhe?

  A mood that can't be described as either relaxed or disappointed quietly crept up on my heart.

  It turned out that I was just overthinking. Su Yuze is still the same old Su Yuze, unreachable. He remains a mere illusion in my dreams, like a moonlit misty flower. I thought I had grasped him, but it was just a handful of clear water and a scoop of fog.

  It's better this way, saving myself from continuing to struggle with whether or not to accept Su Yuze's difficult problem.