02

Friday, the final bell of the day finally rang, and the students of Y High rushed out in a flurry. With this wave of people, I squeezed into the school bike shed and pushed out my bicycle, which, apart from the bell that did not ring, made a clattering sound everywhere else.

Peace, are you not sad? Others have mothers, but you do not

If it is said that every school will always have a few prominent figures, then no one would deny that He Xubei is one of them

I soon arrived home, using the front tire of the car to push open the iron gate of the yard, the red paint flaking off with a "puff". I parked my bicycle to the side and then called out towards the living room, as expected, no one responded.

The layout of the two-bedroom, one-living room apartment is not large, and the space inevitably feels a bit cramped. However, for a home with just my father and me, having a shelter from the wind and rain is sufficient. Moreover, since it is on the ground floor, there is a small yard where I have planted some flowers and plants, occasionally attracting butterflies and birds, which adds a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

"Still the same, the game won't break up until it's over." I mumbled to myself as I walked into the kitchen. There was some leftover rice from lunch in the rice cooker. I took a bottle of hot sauce from the refrigerator and had a few bites with the leftover dishes. After taking a shower, I hugged my second-hand computer and browsed blogs. I have long since grown accustomed to this kind of life.

He Xubei's academic performance is exceptionally good, attending a key primary school in the city, then Y High School Affiliated Middle School, and subsequently advancing directly to Y High School. He has won various awards in academic competitions and plays the piano exceptionally well. Growing up amidst praise, He Xubei serves as a model for parents to admonish their own children, is regarded as the "school prince" and "male god," and is also a favorite among teachers

I have no mother, I have never had one since I was little. Two hours after my birth, she passed away due to excessive blood loss, ultimately going to a place called heaven. I have never known what it feels like to celebrate a birthday, because my father said that my birthday is the day of my mother's suffering, which is not worth celebrating

I have many habits, such as eating and sleeping at home alone, returning home alone after school... Recently, I have added another habit, which is browsing blogs before going to bed

Dad, I am back

Therefore, Song Jingyan often said that He Xubei and I are a comparison of extremes.

As she shouted, I instantly became the center of attention, and the gazes around me made me feel somewhat embarrassed. Stuck in the crowd that was unable to move for half a day, I felt a bit irritated and pushed my old car a few times with all my strength, saying to Jingyan: "You go ahead, I can't get out. I'll go home by myself later."

As a girl raised in a single-parent family, there are always some thoughts that no one to confide in. Therefore, after realizing that I might have feelings for someone, I, in a state of confusion, registered a Weibo account. I did not follow anyone, nor did anyone follow me, because this space is filled with my secrets, all the content is related to one name, He Xubei

This is my home. Although it is called a community, it is merely an old building that was renovated in the urban area last century. A place named "Happiness" does not necessarily mean that it is inhabited by happy people, such as myself, Yi Ping'an

Such an almost "perfect" person is someone whom no one would dislike

No. 108, Xingfu Community, Xingfu Road

In the eyes of Y, He Xubei is a god-like figure. He has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with distinct features; his gaze seems to speak, and when his lips curl upwards, two small dimples appear. Standing at 185 centimeters tall, he stands out like a crane among a flock of chickens.

Upon exiting the school gate, I saw an Audi A6 parked to the side. Song Jingyan was leaning against the car door, and her eyes lit up when they fell on me. She waved her hand and called out, "An An, Yi Ping An... come over, let me give you a ride."

However, unlike He Xubei, I am a negative example. Growing up with my father, I lack the modesty and refinement typically associated with girls. While I may appear to be well-behaved and gentle in the eyes of outsiders, internally I am rebellious like a boy, with my three main characteristics being skipping classes, fighting, and poor academic performance

And those who are tall at Y also know that I, Yiping An, am a god-like existence

There will always be people who ask this, and I always respond without a care. Sadness? I do not have time for sadness. They all say that I am a child who is not cared for, so I must grow up quickly; I must learn to care for myself and protect myself.