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Shen Zhiyi was unhappy.

She hadn't been able to think of a suitable question to ask Zhang Yifan for two whole days.

It's not that there aren't any questions, it's that there aren't any suitable questions.

Something too simple won't do; Zhang Yifan will think she's stupid.

It can't be too difficult. Last time, she took a competition question to ask Zhang Yifan, and after looking at it for a long time, he said that the question was beyond the syllabus and would not be on the college entrance examination. Are you deliberately trying to test me with a difficult question?

She said no.

He said, "Is that so?"

She said it wasn't.

He laughed.

She hates it when he laughs.

Because every time he smiled, she couldn't keep up with the conversation. She was usually so confident in her position at the top of the grade, but how come she couldn't even utter a complete sentence in front of him?

But what's even more annoying is that she has already listed more than a dozen questions on the draft paper, and crossed out every single one of them.

This is too simple, the approach is too conventional, and I asked about a similar question before.

She couldn't ask Zhang Yifan the same question she had already asked; that would make her seem stupid.

No, she absolutely couldn't let Zhang Yifan think she was stupid.

But if she didn't ask questions, she couldn't think of any other excuse to chat with him.

Zhang Yifan, that blockhead, never takes the initiative to chat with her.

His last WeChat message was three days ago, which read, "Did you finish the last big physics problem? My result is three percent."

She replied, "Me too."

Then there is no more.

It's gone.

He disappeared after sending "Me too." She stared at the screen for an entire evening self-study session and an early morning reading session, and even put her phone on vibrate in her pencil case during that time. Every time it vibrated, she thought it was a message from him, but it turned out to be news pushes and weather forecasts every time.

She had already checked the weather forecast for the next fifteen days, but he still hadn't come to see her.

She's going to find another excuse.

I'm so annoying.

She lay on the table and drew circles on her notebook with a pen.

The circles kept getting more and more numerous, denser and denser, covering the entire page like a series of faces, each with a mouth that never actively sends messages.

Just then, the light in front of me dimmed.

A figure blocked her view of the desk.

Shen Zhiyi looked up and saw a boy standing in front of her.

It's not Zhang Yifan.

The boy handed over an envelope with both hands. It was pink and had a crooked red heart drawn on it. The glue hadn't dried completely, and the edges of the envelope were sticky and peeling.

The boy's face turned even redder than the heart, red from his forehead all the way to the roots of his neck. His fingers were trembling, the envelope was shaking, and his voice was trembling too.

He spoke as if each word was being forced out of his throat: "Shen Zhiyi, I've liked you for a long time. Tomorrow is the college entrance exam, and I want to tell you before graduation so I don't have any regrets."

Shen Zhiyi looked at the boy, her face expressionless.

This is already the umpteenth time today.

These boys seemed to have planned it all, crowding together on the last day to deliver love letters. It was as if someone had broadcast over a loudspeaker on the playground, "It's the last day before the college entrance exam, if you don't confess your love now, it will be too late."

Shen Zhiyi said expressionlessly, "Actually, regret is better than despair. I don't like you."

The boy paused for a moment, the envelope still held in mid-air, his lips moving slightly as if he wanted to say something.

But Shen Zhiyi had already lowered her head and continued working on her problems, without glancing at him again.

The boy stood there holding the envelope for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, turned around, and left.

Shen Zhiyi did not look up.

These boys are really boring.

If he really liked her, he wouldn't say a word to her for three years of high school, wouldn't even dare to look her in the eye, and would always walk around her with his head down whenever they bumped into each other in the hallway. Then, on the day before the college entrance exam, he would suddenly appear and say, "I don't want to leave any regrets for myself."

Why is that?

If I don't want to have any regrets, I won't be afraid that it will affect her mindset and cause her to underperform in the college entrance examination.

Ultimately, they only think about themselves.

Confessing one's feelings is never for the good of the person being confessed to, but to ensure that the person confessing has no regrets. As for whether the person being confessed to will have emotional fluctuations on the last day before the college entrance examination because of being disturbed, no one has thought about that.

As she was thinking, the light in front of her dimmed again.

Again.

This time, she didn't even bother to lift her head and continued to bury herself in her work, thinking that this person would get the sense to leave after standing there for a while.

The dark figure in front of them remained motionless.

Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, but didn't look up.

Then the dark figure let out a very soft laugh.

Shen Zhiyi recognized the laughter and suddenly looked up.

Zhang Yifan stood in front of her, a smile still lingering on his lips. Sunlight shone from behind him, gilding his entire body with a fuzzy golden edge.

He raised his hand and waved his finger at her: "Hi."

The coldness on Shen Zhiyi's face melted instantly.

She sprang to her feet, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes brightening, and her voice several decibels louder than she'd expected: "What brings you here?"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth because her tone was too cheerful.

She was so happy that she didn't hold back at all, as if she had been waiting for him all along.

Zhang Yifan did not answer.

He suddenly sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings.

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a group of dirty things.

The boys who had been engrossed in their work just moments before suddenly looked up, their eyes filled with a murderous glint like a winter breeze.

What is Shen Zhiyi's status in the grade?

She was the school beauty, the top student in her grade, the goddess whom no one dared to pursue, no one was worthy of pursuing, and everyone tacitly acknowledged her as a goddess on a pedestal.

I just rejected several boys in a row, and I did it cleanly and decisively, without even blinking.

Then Zhang Yifan arrived, and she immediately jumped up from her seat and laughed.

The goddess smiled! And it was at a boy from another class!!!

Even more fatal is that the whole school knows that the relationship between the two is unusual.

The murderous intent intensified!

Zhang Yifan felt it; the back of his head felt cool.

He quickly said, "This isn't the place to talk, let's go outside."

Shen Zhiyi nodded immediately, put her pen on the table, and followed him out.

As the two walked out of the classroom one after the other, Zhang Yifan felt as if dozens of eyes were piercing through his back.

He quickened his pace, almost jogging.

Shen Zhiyi followed behind him, walking quickly, her ponytail swaying on her shoulders, her lips pursed but not completely closed, the corners of her mouth turned up the whole way.

Stepping downstairs, the air suddenly felt brighter and more open.

Zhang Yifan asked, "Have you prepared everything, including your admission ticket?"

"All ready. Pencils, erasers, pens, exam admission ticket, and ID card are all in my pencil case," Shen Zhiyi answered earnestly, like a well-behaved student being checked by the teacher. "And you?"

"I'm all ready. I'll check it again tomorrow morning."

The two stood on the open ground below the teaching building, their bodies gleaming in the sunlight.

Zhang Yifan suddenly asked, "Where are you planning to apply for your college entrance exam?"

Shen Zhiyi looked up, about to answer, when a rumbling noise came from upstairs.

Then white scraps of paper fluttered down from upstairs, one after another, more and more, like a sudden heavy snowfall in winter.

The pieces of paper swirled in the wind, some landing at their feet, some on their shoulders, and some on Shen Zhiyi's hair.

The entire school building was scattering pieces of paper downwards.

Then came a deafening roar, erupting simultaneously from the corridors of every floor, hundreds of voices screaming at once:

Happy graduation!

Happy graduation!

Shen Zhiyi looked up at the fluttering pieces of paper.

A piece of paper landed on Zhang Yifan's head; it was white and round, probably a mock exam paper that some student had torn up.

She stood on tiptoe and reached out to remove the piece of paper from his hair.

Her fingers paused on the tip of his hair, then withdrew, clutching the piece of paper in her palm.

She looked up at him, something gleaming in her eyes.

"I'll let you know when the results come out."

Just as Zhang Yifan was about to speak, a desperate roar came from upstairs. The sound came from the fourth-floor corridor, piercing through all the shouts of "Happy Graduation" and crashing straight into everyone's ears.

"Damn it! Where's my exam admission ticket???"

[P.S.: Tearing up books and scattering them downstairs before the college entrance exam is a very foolish thing to do. Please don't imitate it!]