three

During her self-introduction, the entire class unexpectedly fell into a kind of indescribable silence

I am somewhat taken aback: "What I mean is ... ... "

Could the other meaning in his words be – I know all your secrets

"Wen Yu, why did you return the record I sent you?"

I cannot explain, I am unable to explain, and I lack the courage to explain... If I were to weep bitterly and lay bare the secrets hidden within myself, all I would receive in return would be mere sympathy

On the tranquil path of the campus, the south wind, having somehow learned of my whereabouts, intercepted me under a lush green willow tree while I was quietly enjoying my lunch

The dragging of the table and chairs produced a tremendous noise, and the classmates around Jiang Xing seemed to be affected by her powerful aura, all straightening their bodies with tense expressions. However, she suddenly stopped there, her cool gaze focusing on my side

I averted my gaze from him and coldly placed the lunchbox beside me: "Because it is not mine."

After a long time, he consciously took two steps back, and a confident smile reappeared on his face: "My actions cannot be swayed by a few words from others... Wen Yu, sometimes you should not underestimate others."

I am Jiang Xing. Her chin was slightly raised, and her voice was as cold as ice

"To the south wind." I interrupted him straightforwardly, "Have you forgotten what I said yesterday?"

Having spoken, he waved his hand, showing no intention of wanting a response from me, and soon disappeared from my sight

Upon hearing such words, I abruptly raised my head, and my gaze became sharp.

"Let's stop here for today." He continued to step back steadily, his voice still clear, "Let's listen to Eason Chan's songs together when we have time."

A slender and tall girl with an aloof expression walked into the classroom, her long black hair cascading smoothly down to her waist. Although her features were small and delicate, they were imbued with an air of coldness that made her seem difficult to approach.

Jiang Xing, however, seemed to hear nothing at all, still indifferently raising her chin and quietly walking to her seat

The applause, lacking sincerity, began to sound sporadically.

The sound of rustling or clattering

His natural demeanor made me feel slightly embarrassed instead

"What I give you is yours!" Xiang Nanfeng raised the corner of his mouth into a curve, "Moreover, I know you really like Eason Chan!"

"Why is she like this?" Finally, someone voiced their murmurs.

She, however, turned a deaf ear, silently organizing the items in her backpack, neatly arranging the textbooks and notes needed for the next class, and took out a vocabulary book to read on her own.

All the blood in my body surged towards my brain, and the face of the south wind, mixed with helplessness and a smile, magnified infinitely before my eyes

I was probably influenced by her imposing presence to the extent that I couldn't even speak

Under the gaze of the crowd, a hint of confusion flashed in Jiang Xing's beautiful eyes. She then bent down, picked up a black ballpoint pen, held it in her hand, gently turned it, and asked softly: "Whose is this?"

In comparison, the calmness of the south wind is precisely what I can only long for but cannot attain

He seemed to think seriously for a moment, but then immediately revealed a childlike innocent expression, dragging out his voice: "I don't remember---"

What are you pretending for

Looking at that familiar ballpoint pen, my heart suddenly tightened, I opened my mouth, but then closed it again

She noticed the subtle change in my expression, said nothing more, simply placed the ballpoint pen on my desk, and then returned to her seat as if nothing had happened

The meal in the lunchbox had long since turned cold and was inedible, and I stood there like a wooden figure, lost in thought for a long time, gazing in the direction where the south wind had disappeared.

Ni Nuo once said that my greatest flaw is to get caught up in details, overthinking matters too meticulously. What are clearly simple people and things become complicated once I impose my personal thoughts on them

What kind of person is he really

Suddenly, my cold wrist was grasped by the warm fingers of the south wind. His grip was neither too strong nor too weak, yet I stood there in shock, forgetting to break free.

Because of those letters

It seems so difficult to approach, I do not like it

"Alright, students, everyone quiet down and return to your seats." I was still pondering the problem when the teacher's arrival interrupted my thoughts. She smiled as she scanned the class and then extended her hand in a welcoming gesture. "Today, we have a new female student joining us. Everyone should get along well with her. Now, let's welcome Jiang Xing together."

Having spoken, I did not wish to linger for a moment, tidied up what was necessary, and rose to walk towards a more tranquil place

Heavy thoughts pulled all my reason back, the fingers of the south wind grew increasingly hot, I gritted my teeth and effortlessly shook him off.

A simple sentence pierced the most painful spot in my chest like a knife

His black eyes were filled with confusion and loss, and although he tried his best to suppress it, I could still see it clearly.

I dared not face his candid smile, so I simply stood up and took a few steps forward to increase the distance between us: "Let me say it again, I cannot be friends with you, please keep your distance from me."

The voices of discussion rose and fell, even growing louder, to the point where the teacher's expression also became unpleasant

I took a deep breath, and my chaotic thoughts returned to a normal track: "South Wind, if you are truly concerned for my well-being, please keep your distance. A person like you, radiating with brilliance, is not someone I can approach."

I do not like it either; what use is it to be beautiful? It is evident that one is very proud.

I was secretly astonished, yet I still maintained my composure

The oversized and loose school uniform worn by the classmates, when worn by her, exudes a sense of languor

The south wind gazed at me silently, as if savoring the meaning behind my words

He said: "Wen Yu, why do you refuse the approach of others?"

"Don't look at me like that. It was during math class when you were writing Eason Chan's lyrics, and I accidentally saw it." Seemingly startled by my gaze, she spread her hands in a gesture of grievance towards the south wind, yet her smile grew even more radiant. "Actually, I really like his songs too. We can go see his concert together when we have time..."

Carrying this unanswered question, I returned to the classroom in despair, catching a glimpse of Xiang Nanfeng sitting in his seat, laughing and chatting with friends, not even glancing in my direction again.

What should have been a simple matter elicited a chorus of sighs from the entire class

"How impressive!" a girl said deliberately raising her voice.

I do not need such things

Saying this, I revealed a faint bitter smile, "I cannot afford to provoke it."