Making a promise when the deadline is near that I will never make the same mistake again is actually deceiving myself and muddling through the internet.

  I came to and found myself lying in bed again, staring at the lamp on the ceiling. I've lost count of how many times I've seen this scene, with my eyes closed before sleep and open after waking up, always seeing the small white lamp hanging from the center of the brown square wooden ceiling.

  Sometimes it also lets me see something different, but thinking about it realistically, this kind of thing is still a bit scary, so I don't have any extravagant hopes either.

  There are many more people in school than before, it seems that the naughty boys and girls who often skip class to play are back to deal with exams and papers.

  As I walked into the library, I found that there were many more people and ethnic groups than usual. At a glance, I saw one of the Li sisters, Qianyi. Subconsciously, I turned into the gap between two bookshelves and hid before she noticed me, taking the initiative. Although this was useless and a bit overcautious, I felt that I needed to be extra careful around this person. Because her vigilance is 100 times that of ordinary people, and if I'm not careful, I might not be able to defend myself.

  There were many people around Liang Yi, all of whom had ulterior motives and would occasionally glance at her while pretending to read. Liang Yi had very few friends, almost zero, and she herself said that since childhood, there have been many men surrounding her, hindering her communication with others. What she said makes some sense, but personally, I think the main reason Liang Yi is not well-received by women is because of jealousy.

  There are also several girls staring fiercely at Liang Yi now.

  A woman's war is always quiet and sinister. Thinking this way, being a dried fish in the sun doesn't seem so bad after all.

  I found a location on the second floor which is just one staircase away from the library. This semester, although there aren't many classes, the amount of homework is still quite overwhelming.

  Should I say "it's me!"? I got impatient after studying for just 1 hour. So, I packed up my bag and prepared to change locations, also changing my mood. Studying alone in the library really isn't very efficient. I carried my bag around school, exploring every nook and cranny, and even bought a drink from the convenience store. Then, I sat in the rest area, sipping my drink while scrolling through my phone, thoroughly indulging in my habit of escaping reality. After that, under the repeated urging of the guilt hidden deep within me, I seriously searched for the best study spot.

  Finally arrived at the dance studio.

  Pushing open the door and taking a look, indeed there's no one. The sharp voices of the jackals can't be heard either.

  The sound of footsteps echoing from the contact between high heels and wooden floor is unusually loud, and the empty classroom can hear echoes.

  The mirror on the wall only reflects me alone, I am the only dancer in this classroom. Calling myself a dancer is somewhat arrogant, but at this moment I feel a little excited, this situation is not always available every day. I want to dance here and appreciate myself.

  So I did it. And I don't regret doing so at all.

  I took off my backpack and shoes, put them by the wall, walked to the center of the classroom, and stood on tiptoes in a dancing pose.

  Just as I was about to jump, the "creak" sound of the door opening in the next room made me even more embarrassed.

  I heard the sound of the doorknob turning, followed by the door opening. Before I could even see clearly, a head poked out and I lost my balance, falling over. I let out an extremely embarrassing cry, which was completely devoid of the soft, gentle tone that women are supposed to have, instead sounding like a frog being squashed flat.

  "Oh, sorry... Are you okay?"

  It's Gāng Yáng classmate.

  "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry you had to see me make a fool of myself...I guess it's happened before too...haha"

  "Ah, yes. I didn't mean it to be like this."

  "I understand. What a coincidence, haha."

  "Exams are coming soon and you're still practicing?"

  "Ah, actually I'm here to study. There are people everywhere, I wanted to find a quiet place, and then I found this place. I didn't expect you to be here."

  "Well, in that case, come on in. I have a table and chairs here, you can study here."

  "Huh? Really? Won't I be disturbing you?"

  "Not at all."

  I picked up the school bag and shoes, and followed him into the room. This room was Classmate Gangyang's "workshop", where he usually did his homework in a small ballet classroom.

  The room is small, but there are many items. It seems to have been a dressing room for male students in the past, but it is said that after all the boys who joined the ballet club were subjected to double contempt from both sexes and quit one after another, no one signed up again, and the function of the dressing room was also abolished. Qiangyang classmate took advantage of this dressing room and transformed it into his own workshop.

  In the middle of the room there is a quadrangular table with fabric on it and half-drawn design drafts.

  Gang Yang tidied up the desk a bit, pulled out a folding chair for me. I sat down to do my homework, and he worked on his own project beside me. Since Gang Yang and I weren't particularly close friends, it was still a bit awkward, and I couldn't focus at all. Looking over at Gang Yang, he was completely absorbed in drawing, as if I didn't exist.

  I really admire this person's mental quality, whether to say he is natural or that he doesn't care. Anyway, I feel a little lost. It's just that I'm feeling restless here myself.

  "Are you making a new performance costume?" I asked him tentatively.

  "Uh-huh. It's still in the design phase now, I think it can take shape by the end of this month."

  That's great, he replied to me. I was worried that he would tell me to study hard and don't get distracted or something.

  "Haha, I'm so looking forward to it. I really want to see Dulcinea's clothes."

  "Just thinking of who played Dulcinea makes me lose all creative inspiration."

  Gang Yang let out a sigh and put down his pen.

  "Senior, you mustn't say that in front of her...... If that arrogant 'what's-his-name' heard this, he'd probably hit the wall."

  "What I'm saying is true. She doesn't have that kind of feeling, that rustic and unsophisticated village girl's feeling."

  "In Don Quixote's eyes she was a noblewoman of the highest order."

  "It's not in my eyes. Dulcinea was always radiant and didn't need any imagination."

  "...You have a high opinion of Dulcinea, don't you? Well, it's true that they say the rough diamond is the most dazzling. Dulcinea was already beautiful in herself, but after hearing Don Quixote's boundless praise, she became even more confident and lovely. Perhaps all she needed was someone to affirm her, what a lucky girl!"

  "Uh-huh."

  Gang Yang didn't say much more, after exchanging a few words with him, I felt a lot more at ease.

  The sky outside has turned orange, I realize it's time for me to go home.

  Gang Yang asked, "Are you leaving?"

  "Uh, I should cook now."

  "Is it not donuts this time?"

  "No. So you still remember this?"

  "I won't disturb you anymore, once the clothes design is done, please let me take a look!"

  "Alright. Once you're done, try it on and experience what it's like to be Dulcinea."

  "Really! Thank you so much. It's just a pity that I don't have the kind of radiance that Dulcinea has, which makes Don Quixote hallucinate."

  "Is that so? I don't think so. If Don Quixote were here, just seeing your back would make him shout for the holy Dulcinea."

  Perhaps he was just being polite, but I'd rather believe it was his true intention. When I heard Gāo Yáng's straightforward and sincere praise accompanied by a smile, if I were to express my feelings at that moment without any disguise or embellishment, it would be - I fell for him.