I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

That evening, Su Miaomiao went home early, fuming as she left. Ye Feng simply saw her to the door and then returned to continue writing.

But even when I try to copy from my phone, I still make mistakes from time to time, and that figure keeps popping into my mind.

The next day, Su Miaomiao didn't come. She just reminded him to eat during mealtime. Ye Feng wanted to ask her why she didn't come, but... he was too embarrassed to.

It's not that Ye Feng doesn't like Su Miaomiao—how could he not? It's just that he lacks confidence.

Don't be fooled by how much he earns now; this only started in the last six months. For the past few years, he lived alone, barely scraping by. Didn't he have any ambition? Yes, he did. He even took action, but... he failed.

On the third day, Su Miaomiao stopped sending him messages altogether. Not only did she stop sending him messages, she also stopped replying to messages sent by Ye Feng!

This startled Ye Feng. They used to see each other every day and spend most of their time together. Now that he wasn't coming, he felt empty inside and couldn't concentrate on anything else.

He couldn't sit still, he couldn't sit still at all, he kept walking around the room.

He sent several messages, but they all disappeared without a trace, which made him even more frustrated.

With a gritted teeth, I rolled up a stack of exam papers, put on my shoes, and took the elevator downstairs.

"Knock knock knock!"

On the ninth floor, at Su Miaomiao's door, Ye Feng nervously knocked on the door.

He rarely came to Su Miaomiao's house, in fact, he hadn't come many times; it was always Su Miaomiao who came to his house.

Ye Feng thought he would have to wait a long time for someone to open the door, but to his surprise, the door was opened shortly after he knocked. Seeing that familiar little face, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile, scratching the back of his head.

"Why are you here!"

Su Miaomiao's attitude was very bad, even a bit unreasonable, but that wasn't really the case; it was just a way for her to hide her feelings.

"I have a question I can't answer, so I came over to ask you. Do you need me to change my shoes?"

"You should wear this."

As she spoke, she took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet by the door; they were black and had a picture of Pleasant Goat printed on them.

After getting her slippers, Su Miaomiao went straight inside, and Ye Feng, having changed his shoes, quickly followed.

Su Miaomiao's room wasn't big, but it was cozy. The walls were white, but the sheets were pink. There was a shelf by the bed that was filled with all sorts of dolls, all of which she had won from a claw machine.

The desk was located between the bedside wardrobe and the bed. It wasn't big, and there was a computer and many test papers on it, making it somewhat messy.

Su Miaomiao sat directly on the bed, leaving the only chair for Ye Feng, with her hands in her pockets, probably because they were a little cold.

"Which one? Let me take a look first."

Ye Feng sat down in the chair, tossed the rolled-up test paper on the table without turning it over, and sat sideways, staring intently at Su Miaomiao.

Why don't you reply to my messages?

Some of the aggrieved words almost made Su Miaomiao burst out laughing. This method really worked. Li Hongmei's idea was quite useful!

"I didn't check my phone."

The answer was brief, and at the same time, Su Miaomiao lowered her head, staring intently at the pattern on the slippers.

Ye Feng was also stumped, unsure how to answer or what to do next.

After pausing for a moment, he unfolded the rolled-up test paper and randomly selected a question.

Su Miaomiao peeked over and rolled her eyes. She really didn't believe Ye Feng couldn't do such a simple question!

But she didn't point it out; instead, she began to explain to Ye Feng, using her body as a starting point.

"Get on the chair, you're not comfortable like this."

Seeing that Su Miaomiao's posture was a bit uncomfortable, Ye Feng shifted his position, making room for her to sit down, since that's how it always was at his house.

Su Miaomiao wanted to refuse, but it was really uncomfortable, so the two of them stuck together again.

Because the chair didn't have armrests like his single sofa chair, Su Miaomiao would occasionally squeeze closer to him, afraid of falling off.

Ye Feng was indeed uncomfortable being squeezed by her, so he wrapped his arms around her and held Su Miaomiao's waist.

Su Miaomiao seemed frozen in place. Although Ye Feng had done this before, and the two had even been more intimate when they were playing around, she didn't know why, but today she felt something was different.

However, as they continued discussing the questions, the two of them also focused their attention on the questions on the test paper.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Miaomiao broke free from Ye Feng's hand, stood up, and stretched.

Ye Feng was still holding a pen in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on Su Miaomiao. He thought for a moment.

"Miaomiao, have you decided where you'll go to university?"

"Um... my mom doesn't want me to go far away, she wants me to stay in Nancheng, but I still want to go further away."

"What do you think of the Shanghai stock market? How about we go there?"

"we?"

Su Miaomiao's attention wasn't on the Shanghai Stock Exchange, but on us, Ye Feng... what does that mean?

"Who's talking to you or us..."

Ye Feng ignored Su Miaomiao's coquettish tone and took out his phone to start searching, chatting with Su Miaomiao as he searched.

"Have you thought about what you should study?"

"Um...I want to be a teacher!"

Why?

He had never heard Su Miaomiao mention this before, so why would she want to become a teacher?

"Being a teacher is comfortable, but I don't want to be a high school teacher, it's too tiring. I wish I could be a primary school teacher, the working hours are shorter, there are holidays, and..."

Su Miaomiao gave a series of examples, looking at Ye Feng with anticipation and explaining excitedly.

"Then...shall we go to teachers' college?"

"Are you going too?"

"Yeah, if you're going, how can I not go? I'll go be a teacher too. Like you said, I'll have more personal time, and I can write novels when I have time, wouldn't that be great!"

Upon hearing this, Su Miaomiao became excited. "Great! This is a great idea. They can go to work together and go home together after work..." Thinking of this, Su Miaomiao couldn't help but giggle. Ye Feng was also stunned. "Is it that funny?"

Having calmed down, Su Miaomiao pulled Ye Feng over, and the two of them lay on the bed looking at the information on their phones and started discussing it.

From school to major to where to work in the future, I'm a little embarrassed to go into more detail. Otherwise, we'd probably start discussing how to teach our children when they go to school.

Su Miaomiao lay on the bed, happily swinging her little legs and occasionally pushing Ye Feng. Gradually, she ended up with half of her body lying on top of Ye Feng.

Although their relationship is still not officially defined, the barriers between them have indeed weakened somewhat; in other words, everything is understood without being said.

Until around 4 p.m., neither of them touched a pen; they just lay on the bed chatting, as if they had endless things to talk about, even though they were together every day.