Desk mate, your persona has crumbled.

After everyone's gaze shifted away, Song Shuyan's nervousness gradually disappeared.

The pretty girl stared at the sticky note on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed it onto Xu Mo's desk.

She maintained her expressionless face, but her slightly bowed head resembled that of a kitten huddled in a corner after being soaked by the rain.

I want to get closer, but I'm afraid of being rejected.

I'm so damn damn...

Xu Mo touched his nose: "Song Shuyan."

Hearing her name called, the girl looked up.

Xu Mo looked into those clear eyes and said earnestly, "You may have misunderstood me."

Song Shuyan blinked.

(curious.)

Xu Mo tapped the sticky note that said "I'm sorry," and continued the previous topic:

"Regarding the apology, no, that won't do. The apology I want..."

Xu Mo leaned forward slightly, looking directly into her eyes.

"I want you to say it yourself."

(nervous!)

Song Shuyan's body tensed up immediately.

The girl instinctively picked up the pen.

Just as she was about to write on the sticky note, a hand covered it.

At that moment, Xu Mo's voice rang in my ears.

"Stay calm!"

Xu Mo said softly, "Just treat it as practice. It's okay if you can't say it."

Upon hearing this, Song Shuyan slowly raised her chin, her gaze falling into Xu Mo's eyes.

The initial tension slowly dissipated when she saw Xu Mo's eyes.

"Yes, that's it."

Sensing that Song Shuyan's tension had disappeared, Xu Mo encouraged her:

"Think about it, if you make new friends in the future, you can't keep writing notes, right? That's so inconvenient, isn't it?"

A hint of longing flickered in Song Shuyan's eyes.

She really didn't want things to stay like this.

The girl nodded, indicating her agreement.

"So, now's a great opportunity! You're not nervous making eye contact with me anymore, so why don't you try talking to me next?"

Xu Mo pointed to the sticky note: "Let's start with these three words."

Looking at Xu Mo's encouraging gaze, Song Shuyan glanced down at the three words "I'm sorry" she had written on the sticky note, and a surge of urge to give it a try welled up inside her.

Xu Mo is right, she can't rely on sticky notes to communicate forever.

He was the first person who could make her feel relaxed when she looked him in the eye; he was her friend…

Maybe we should really give it a try?

The girl took a deep breath.

She raised her head again, her gaze meeting Xu Mo's eyes.

Song Shuyan slightly parted her lips.

"right……"

A faint, short syllable slipped from her lips.

However, the moment she uttered the word "yes," that familiar tension overwhelmed her once again.

The courage that had just surged within him vanished instantly, and he couldn't utter the next two words no matter what he tried.

(Super nervous!)

A strong emotional signal struck Xu Mo's mind once again.

The girl froze on the spot, and the system crashed again.

Xu Mo leaned against the desk, one hand covering his forehead.

too difficult.

This girl really can't handle any pressure at all!

Just then, a sticky note was gently pushed in front of Xu Mo.

Xu Mo looked up and saw that Song Shuyan's fingertips were still pressing on the edge of the sticky note.

Although her face remained expressionless, the emotions she conveyed were cautious.

Xu Mo looked down at the sticky note, on which was Song Shuyan's neat handwriting:

【Why don't you wait a bit? You should finish your notes first.】

Xu Mo was slightly taken aback.

She was advising him not to rush her through her difficulties, but to focus on catching up on her missed lessons first.

That's true.

But why do I always feel a deep sense of frustration?

But in the end, Song Shuyan was right.

It's time to catch up on his studies, otherwise he really won't be able to keep up.

The first class later will still be taught by our homeroom teacher, Mr. Tang.

Xu Mo nodded: "Okay, I was too hasty."

After saying that, he picked up a pen and quickly wrote a line below Song Shuyan's sticky note:

Take your time. One day you'll overcome social anxiety and be able to easily say what you want to say.

Keep it up! (^_^)

After writing it, he pushed the sticky note back to Song Shuyan and even drew a small smiley face at the end.

Song Shuyan's gaze fell on those words.

(happy.)

The girl didn't look up; she simply ran her fingertips lightly along the edge of the sticky note.

Immediately, Song Shuyan picked up her pen and ticked the smiling face under Xu Mohua's drawing.

When she looked at Xu Mo again, the boy had already started taking notes.

Because the amount that fell was indeed quite a lot.

Old Tang teaches chemistry, and he has quite a lot of notes.

However, Song Shuyan's handwriting is truly beautiful, and his notes are also very well done.

Her notes were the kind that anyone could understand and couldn't help but praise.

However, Xu Mo's notes were different.

He belongs to the bold and unrestrained school; as long as he can understand it himself, that's fine.

But isn't that what notes are all about?

Whenever you need to brush up on a knowledge point, just tear off a sticky note and paste it on to fill in the gaps.

Therefore, during junior high school, very few people asked Xu Mo to copy their notes.

If the teacher hadn't insisted on the order of steps 1-4, you, Brother Xu, could have memorized the chemical steps in reverse order.

Even so, Xu Mo was able to get into Yuedu No.1 Middle School.

That's called talent!

Song Shuyan sat quietly to the side, occasionally stealing a glance at her deskmate who was writing furiously, before turning her gaze back to her own notebook, feeling a strange sense of peace.

A moment later, the girl picked up a pen and wrote down her thoughts in the notebook.

I have a new deskmate; his name is Xu Mo.

Xu Mo isn't afraid of me, and he even knows I'm afraid of social situations.

Xu Mo said we're friends now, and that he'd help me overcome my social anxiety.

I couldn't say it out loud, so Xu Mo communicated with me using sticky notes.

We talked a lot.

Song Shuyan wrote a few lines and then stopped writing.

The girl's gaze lingered on the last line of text, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly upwards.

Then, she pasted the sticky notes she had collected one by one on the bottom.

Paste them in order, starting from the first one and continuing to the last one.

Looking at the yellow slips of paper in front of him, Song Shuyan gently brushed them with his fingertips.

These small yellow pieces of paper contain the most words she has spoken to anyone other than her family over the years.

It also records the first time she felt at ease communicating with others.

She thought of Xu Mo's eyes, which were filled with laughter and encouragement, and of how he solemnly played the role of a ferocious beast.

Although I'm still nervous and still speechless, it feels really different now.

Song Shuyan gently closed the black notebook, carefully placed it into the innermost pocket of her backpack, and zipped it up.

After finishing all this, she subconsciously glanced at Xu Mo, who was still focused on copying notes beside her.

The morning light outlined the focused profile of the boy.

Song Shuyan silently withdrew her gaze, sat up straight again, and her cold face still showed little emotion.

But only she knew that her high school life had truly begun from this moment on.