Chapter 39: Goodnight, Rogue

  Thursday noon, Liu Na's home rooftop...

  "Xiao Yi, what's wrong?" Liu Na asked curiously, looking at Yang Yi who was lying alone on the rooftop edge in a daze.

  "Nothing? Maybe it's because of tomorrow's performance!" The school flower's eyes sparkled as she said.

  "Don't worry, we will definitely succeed, tomorrow will prove everything!" Unbeknownst to them, Qi Feng was also standing beside the two of them, his eyes gazing into the distance, exuding strong confidence.

  "Ah, Qi Feng said it right, this is the return of our hard work for over a month! Come on!" Liu Na gently grasped the soft and delicate hand of campus belle Ruo Rou, and saw that Qi Feng also had an uncontrollable urge to grasp her hand.

  "Alright, let's continue with the rehearsal!" The school flower returned to her usual proud and confident self.

  "Hey, Xiaofang, what happened to Cheng A yesterday?" Zhang Qin asked curiously while dancing along with the music and talking to Pu Fang.

  "How would I know! You're overthinking!" Pu Fang's movements didn't pause due to Zhang Qin's question, instead becoming even more smooth and natural. In fact, no matter how Pu Fang usually behaved, she indeed had a talent for dance, otherwise she might not have become the school flower's best friend either.

  "You seem to have a very different opinion about becoming an A?" Zhang Qin said curiously.

  "It goes without saying, our little Yee cried several times because of him, I have a thousand knives and ten thousand..."

  "Xiao Fang!" Hearing that Pu Fang was talking to Cheng A again, Liu Na, who was walking with the school flower, quickly called out to her. No one noticed Qi Feng walking behind them, his hands clenched into fists and his face gloomy.

  Seeing Yang Yi walking beside Liu Na, Pu Fang stopped abruptly, turned to Zhang Qin with both hands open and shrugged helplessly.

  "Let's go on!" The school flower called out to the crowd who were chatting idly.

  As the music started, accompanied by the school flower's dance steps, Jolin Tsai's slightly cold voice floated from the rooftop "When I saw the damaged battle uniform on your left shoulder, the expression behind your helmet had a smile, wanting to tell me that the external attack is about to leave the princess far away. Those piercing voices I don't listen I don't listen, but I'm easily affected and easily heartbroken... I don't want the story of the prince waiting in vain, unrealistic dreams I don't hope you are the prince. Because rose fairy tales end with war and death, the beginning and ending of the story will become real because of you..."

  It's actually a slightly desolate song, not suitable as a dance accompaniment, but the school flower just likes this song, and its lyrics and atmosphere are also suitable for the current 80s boys and girls' early love mentality. Listening to the sad lyrics, thinking about A's recent cold attitude towards herself, the school flower suddenly wants to cry, she doesn't know what she did wrong either? Can't he say anything to her? Every time he gets angry, it's this kind of attitude, keep strangers away! But is she a stranger? Thinking and thinking, the tears of grievance overflow from her eyes...

  "Want to walk together after self-study class?" Liu Na asked the school flower who was still doing her homework.

  "No, you go first, I'll stay for a while."

  "But tomorrow is the competition! You need to rest well!" Pu Fang prepares to drag away the school flower.

  "You guys go ahead! I'll be right back." The school flower turned her head to glance at Cheng A, who was still buried in his book, and said firmly to Pu Fang and the others.

  "Let's go! Xiaofang." Liu Na pulled Pu Fang away, then gave a nod in Cheng A's direction.

  "Hmph, it's him again. I wonder if Xiaoyi was crying this afternoon because of him too? I just don't know what's so good about him. Is that place comparable to Qifeng?" muttered Pu Fang, who was dragged away by Liu Na.

  "Keep your voice down, don't let Xiaoyi hear you, are you trying to provoke her again?" Liu Na poked Pu Fang with her finger.

  "Hmm"

  As most people left, the quiet classroom was only filled with the "rustling" sound of turning pages and the "scratching" sound of pens on paper... People gradually left one by one, and the classroom was left with only two people again.

  Looking at the school flower still lowering her head to write, Cheng A also didn't understand why he was waiting for her. Maybe it was that little knot in his heart waiting for her to untie it. But why didn't he take the initiative to ask her? Maybe he hoped she would explain herself first....

  Yang Yi really wanted to ask him why he was so cold to her, but she didn't have the courage. Finally, when they were alone in the classroom, she felt inexplicably nervous... Forget it, maybe he'll explain himself.

  Two people with the same thoughts in mind were waiting for each other to give themselves an explanation... Time slowly passed away in such a marathon... The bell of lights out finally rang, but neither side got the answer they wanted.

  Stubborn people always think that as long as they persist, their dreams will come true. However, stubbornness is not about being obstinate or getting stuck in a dead end without knowing how to get out... And so, two equally stubborn people wait for the other to speak up... Waiting for the sound they want to hear... but instead waiting for...

  "Ah!" A cry of surprise echoed through the quiet classroom, it turned out that the teaching building had lost power, not only was the classroom pitch black, but also the corridor was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. It seemed to be a natural trait for girls to be timid, even the rational school beauty couldn't escape this...

  "It's nothing! The teaching building just lost power." No one expected that after waiting for a whole night, the dialogue between the two people would start like this.

  "Let's go! I'll send you home." A Cheng broke the brief silence, and under the moonlight, he walked to the school flower's side.

  "Ah!" The school flower responded with a clever "en", simply tidied up the table and stood up.

  "Hand!"

  "What's wrong?" The school flower's tense hands were clasped together and placed on her chest.

  "...so dark you can see?" Cheng A turned around and stared into the school flower's eyes

  "I can't see very clearly!" The school flower said weakly.

  "That's it..." Cheng A stretched out his hand in front of the school flower, and the school flower carefully placed her slender hand on his palm. In the dark night, the corner of Cheng A's mouth slightly curled up, but the school flower didn't notice.

  "Follow me carefully! Don't bump into anything, or else we might be late for tomorrow's performance!"

  "Ah!" After hearing Cheng A's words, the school flower's slender hand in Cheng A's hand tightened again, and the curve of Cheng A's mouth became even bigger... Unbeknownst to him, the school flower's heart was also filled with sweetness at this moment. The unhappiness of the past few days, as well as the tears from noon, all disappeared with his words into the night...

  "I know he has always been concerned about me!" The school flower said to herself in her heart.

  Under the night sky, two people walked side by side. If you looked closely, you would find that their hands were tightly clasped together. It was unclear whether it was the girl's innate fear of the dark or the sweetness growing thicker in each other's hearts. As they left the classroom, the two people's hands did not separate but instead grew tighter, as if wanting to tie a knot that could never be untied so they would never let go of each other...

  "We're almost home." Crossing the road, Cheng A turned his head to look at the school flower, and under the streetlight, her pretty face with a red glow actually had a hint of feminine charm. Was this the power of love?

  "Ah!"

  "What if your mom sees us holding hands?"

  "Ah!" Hearing Cheng A's words, the school flower suddenly let go of his hand.

  "You..." saw a playful glint in his eyes, and the school flower blushed with embarrassment.

  "Haha! I was just saying just in case."

  "I'm done with you." The school beauty walked towards her home.

  "Uh..." A awkwardly rubbed his nose and sniffed the remaining palm, seemingly without any smell.

  "You rascal..." Seeing Cheng A sniffing his palm with a very enjoyable expression, the school flower was shocked!

  "Uh... I'm just feeling the temperature of my palm."

  "Hooligan... " The school flower turns around and enters the door

  "Uh... what's the program you're performing tomorrow?" It was only then that he remembered tonight's main event.

  "You'll know tomorrow... Goodnight! Rascal." With that, the school beauty vanished into the night.

  "Bang!" The school flower's last words became a loud crash as she fell to the ground.

  But thinking of tonight's harvest, he couldn't help but "heh heh heh..." laugh out loud... With a lewd expression and this laughter, happening on such a dark night, if someone saw it, they would definitely be horrified, this person is either a pervert or a psychopath...