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Are your parents some high-ranking officials? Are you afraid to tell us?

After calming down for a moment, I gave him a smile and said, "It's okay, I can go in by myself. You still have to work in the afternoon, so don't be late."

The names of the parents here have not been filled in yet. After filling them in, it can be submitted. The boy pointed to the blank space for parents' names and occupations on the paper and said, "My gaze couldn't be drawn away from there."

I changed into clean clothes and walked out of the residential area, then got into the grey BYD car. The air conditioning in the car was not as effective due to its age. Sitting in the passenger seat, my stomach churned with acid, so I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying not to think too much. Eventually, I fell asleep and dreamed of books.

My cousin's newly bought clothing is a white dress. After putting it on, she looked at herself in the mirror and felt like she was spotless. I smirked, thinking that this might be what they call "heterosexual male aesthetics".

Compared to the clean and refreshing look of the white T-shirt and jeans that day, today he is wearing a red basketball jersey, appearing exceptionally sunny and energetic. He squinted slightly, his clear eyes showing some innocence: "Did I scare you? We met at the coffee shop before, and you gave me a paper bag. Did you forget?"

Actually, I understand that she just doesn't want me to take up any resources at home anymore. Today, my uncle refused to compromise at all, and insisted on sending me to school no matter how my aunt protested.

"It's not... me... I didn't... " I, who used to be so confident, now feel completely clueless. In the past, no person or situation could make me flinch even a bit. But when it comes to this question, when facing this boy, I really don't know how to answer or face why I can't fill in the "parents" section.

I hope that, the next time we meet, he won't leave my sight so easily...

When I arrived at the school, it was already noon. I had slept for too long and my mind was a bit groggy. It was my uncle who woke me up and when I opened my eyes drowsily, he had already opened the trunk and taken out my luggage.

The boy squinted at me with innocent eyes and asked, "Did I scare you, little junior?"

After taking a deep breath, I pulled my suitcase and walked towards the school gate. There were many parents accompanying their children coming and going around me, murmuring and repeating similar words over and over again.

Let him go again...

After learning about the situation, he enthusiastically helped me find the way. Following him, we arrived at the registration office after not walking far. It turned out that I had just been here and thought I had gone around in circles.

After taking me to the destination, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he enthusiastically taught me how to fill out the registration form. He stood beside me, very close, and I could feel the warmth emanating from him due to sweating from playing basketball. My face was burning the whole time, and my hand holding the pen was trembling slightly.

Long-term self-centered living has made me unsure of how to communicate with strangers. Several times I wanted to speak up, but I swallowed it back, and my mind became even more blank.

As I watched the car disappear from my sight, my nose tingled and the tears I had just managed to hold back fell down. Subconsciously, I bit my lip, trying my best to suppress the spreading of this emotion.