This life, Wang Yue wouldn't be lying if he said he had feelings for Li Xiaoman.
After all, isn't first love what men remember the most?
Although Li Xiaoman wasn't Wang Yue's first love, she was still the girl he had a crush on intensely.
The melancholic diaries he wrote for Li Xiaoman.
And the cheesy love words he spoke.
Were all still preserved in Wang Yue's QQ space.
After they lost touch in his later life.
It took Wang Yue several years to get over this unforgettable, unrequited love.
By today, Wang Yue could face Li Xiaoman with great calmness.
This was why, when faced with Li Xiaoman's invitation, Wang Yue could refuse.
"Green Grape: Old man, there's this second-year high school boy who's been annoying me lately. He comes to my classroom door every day and bothers me, even saying he'll wait until I agree to be his girlfriend."
Seeing Li Xiaoman's message.
Wang Yue pushed his past thoughts out of his mind.
What was the point of dwelling on the past?
Wasn't living a life according to one's own wishes the point of a second chance?
Everything hadn't happened yet, and the direction of the story was still up to him to write.
"wy: This is simple, just go to their homeroom teacher and report him for harassing a female classmate. See if he dares to bother you again."
"Green Grape: !!!"
"Green Grape: Will it really work? If it works, I'll do it."
"wy: One hundred percent."
Wang Yue wanted to laugh.
It seemed that the second-year high school boy had truly annoyed Li Xiaoman to no end.
Otherwise, given Li Xiaoman's personality, she wouldn't have told the other student's homeroom teacher.
"Green Grape: Old man, you always have a way~"
"Green Grape: Hehe, I want to go singing this weekend, are you coming?"
"wy: Coming."
This time, Wang Yue didn't hesitate.
Why wouldn't he go when his singing was so good?
He had to show off a bit in front of Li Xiaoman, didn't he?
They chatted casually for a while longer, until late into the night.
Wang Yue slept soundly, dreaming no dreams.
When Wang Yue arrived at the classroom.
He found breakfast and a note on his desk again.
Wang Yue picked up the note and read it.
"Lately, I've been thinking about you so much I can't sleep, which makes me unfocused in class every day. Sigh, it's so bothersome. I really want to confess, but I'm afraid you won't forgive me."
"Who could it be?"
Wang Yue pondered for a moment.
A bold idea formed in his mind.
Could it be Zhuo Yao?
Thinking of this, he looked towards Zhuo Yao's seat.
Zhuo Yao had been very quiet recently, to the point where Wang Yue almost overlooked her.
However, after looking, Wang Yue saw Zhuo Yao engrossed in her book.
He immediately shook his head.
Dismissing his idea.
How could Zhuo Yao apologize?
Then Wang Yue looked at Qiao Zixuan.
He smiled and said, "Boss Qiao, did you see who left this breakfast?"
Qiao Zixuan rolled her eyes and said, "I don't know!"
"I think I smell jealousy?"
Wang Yue leaned closer to Qiao Zixuan and whispered in her ear.
Qiao Zixuan's face instantly turned red, "Who... who's jealous."
Her mind, however, was in turmoil, starting to overthink.
If others saw Wang Yue so close, wouldn't they misunderstand something?
But maybe being misunderstood wouldn't be so bad~
That way, those annoying suitors might not be so blatant anymore, right?
Just then, An Ran's voice was heard.
"Here, Wang Yue, I brought you breakfast."
An Ran said with a smile, standing beside Wang Yue.
This time, the breakfast wasn't a tea egg, but a pork floss bun.
"Actually, I already..."
Before Wang Yue could finish.
An Ran interrupted, "You've eaten, right? Okay, got it~"
With that, she took the bun and walked over to Hu Qianhao.
"Here, this is for you, breakfast~"
Hu Qianhao took the bun, his face filled with excitement, "An... An Ran, how... how can I ever thank you?"
"You don't need to thank me."
An Ran said with a smile, "Thank Wang Yue."
After saying that, she returned to her seat.
Hu Qianhao looked at Wang Yue with evident reverence.
As expected of my best friend!
Brother Yue, I love you!
But Qiao Zixuan was unhappy.
Even if she were foolish, she could see An Ran's intentions towards Wang Yue.
What should she do?
Should she make a move herself?
Why can't you, you blockhead, make a move yourself?
Qiao Zixuan couldn't help but blame Wang Yue in her heart.
...
The afternoon campus basketball finals finally arrived amidst the anticipation of many students.
The entire school's teachers and students gathered on the basketball court.
However, this time the scale was clearly not as grand as the calligraphy competition last time.
Moreover, watching the basketball game was not mandatory; those who didn't like it could even stay in their classrooms to do homework.
As for the basketball game.
Most of those interested were boys.
And a small minority were girls who liked to see handsome guys.
Class 1, Second Year of High School.
"Shishi, let's go watch the basketball game."
A sweet-looking girl said, pulling another exceptionally beautiful girl.
Shen Mushi was holding a calligraphy brush, practicing cursive script over and over.
If one looked closely, she was practicing the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion."
Shen Mushi shook her head and said, "I'm not going, I need to practice."
She had been practicing the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" all this time.
But the more she practiced, the more frustrated she became.
She had initially thought that after practicing for one or two months, she would be able to write as well as Wang Yue.
But now she realized how naive she was.
Although she could replicate the form, she couldn't grasp even a shred of its spirit.
"Wang Yue..."
Shen Mushi silently recited Wang Yue's name repeatedly in her heart.
This boy was the only peer who had defeated her in her area of expertise.
"You can always practice calligraphy."
The sweet girl urged again, "Come on, come on, this basketball game is going to be exciting, especially since my idol Cheng Xiong is participating."
"Not going."
Shen Mushi refused again.
The sweet girl's eyes twinkled.
Then she said, "Alas~ Okay, but I heard that Class 1 of Third Year is in the finals, and Wang Yue is also competing."
Shen Mushi's brush paused.
Then she put down her brush and stood up, "Let's go."
"Where?"
The sweet girl deliberately asked.
"To watch the basketball game."
Shen Mushi replied.
Wang Yue.
You have such great talent in calligraphy.
Instead of practicing diligently,
You're participating in a basketball game instead of focusing on your main pursuit.
I'm here to wake you up!
Shen Mushi told herself in her heart.
The basketball court was already crowded.
Although some students were not interested and didn't come, those who were interested and curious still made up the majority.
"Who do you think will win between Class 1 and Class 2 of Third Year?"
"Is that even a question? It has to be Class 2, right? Didn't you see them crush every other class?"
"I'm a contrarian, and although I want to argue, I really can't this time."
"There's no debate, Class 2 has 5 players from the school team, how can Class 1 compete?"