Chapter 3: The Most Humble When I Like You (Thirty-One)

  The First Watch

  Because editor once gave suggestions on this article: Can we not be sad? Plus, my little partner specifically called me yesterday to guide me that the youth campus should not be written too bitter, so later there will be a breakthrough in style, and it will take a light and easy route. Actually, I have always liked Stephen Chow's movies, laughter contains philosophy, with my current experience, I'm sure it won't work, but try to make readers laugh together for the youth. Also sincerely hope that book friends can give some suggestions in RANRAN's book review! Thank you first, actually writing a book is not easy, there are many people's hard work behind it! Just in the release time, technical analysis, route determination, and text style direction, all have friends' silent support, what I can do is to work hard and write well again and again!

  There was a line of nice black characters on the note: Remember to help me get lunch at noon.

  A short sentence, Sugar's heart suddenly bloomed like a flower, her face flushed with excitement due to the unexpected joy, and she couldn't help but lift her head to look at Gu Xianye. He seemed unintentional, but Sugar keenly felt in her heart that he had intentionally looked at her, that one glance was full of smiling intention, Tangtang couldn't help but curve the corners of her mouth.

  Liking someone is probably like this, you'll care about his every move, always can't help but want to sneak a peek at him, see what he's doing, and what he's saying to others, wanting to know everything about him. If one day he accidentally glances at himself for a moment, that whole day you'll be ecstatic, even the songs humming unintentionally from your mouth are lively rhythms. But seeing him chatting enthusiastically with another girl, it feels like there's a thorn stuck in your heart, almost as if you want to rush up and push away that lucky girl. Even the best mood will plummet in an instant, sadly watching his smile bloom in someone else's eyes, sorrow spreading freely in your own heart.

  Obviously, she liked him so much, but because she didn't know his thoughts, she didn't dare to say a word of confession in front of him. She carefully guarded the secret that was about to drive her crazy in her heart, trying to pretend to be calm and composed in front of him. However, the more she hid, the more obvious it became - the way she secretly looked at him, the melancholy when eating vinegar, the silly smile that couldn't be suppressed at the corner of her mouth, all betrayed her true thoughts.

  Like a peacock spreading its tail, she always wants to show her best side, firmly attracting his attention, but often lets him see her most embarrassing self, arrogant, hiding, inferior, small, tearful, deeply attracted by such a self, how can she qualify to stand beside him?

  Because she was so sorrowfully in love with him, every one of his friendly smiles and every warm glance, although fleeting as a bird in flight, lit up the monotonous sky of her youth, making her heart flutter endlessly.

  Before the fourth period was over, Sugar had made all sorts of preparations. As soon as the bell rang, she seemed to have been waiting for this sacred moment all morning and immediately jumped up from her chair, as if representing the country in the Olympics, competing with the Japanese for the short-distance running championship, with a sense of mission and honor, vowing to defend the country's honor with her life. Like an arrow shot out of the classroom with lightning speed, leaving the teacher who had not yet walked out of the classroom staring blankly, secretly guessing in his heart how unpopular his class was.

  A classmate snorted behind her back: "The fatter she gets, the more gluttonous she becomes. She rushes to eat as if she'll starve to death!"

  Although Tang Sugar felt that the sentence made her face very hot, she didn't slow down at all, and responded with a sour heart: I'm not afraid of starving to death, I just fear that what I do in front of him is not good enough.

  When she handed the takeout to him excitedly, Du Juan floated over, ignoring Tang Tang's presence, and said coquettishly to Gu Xiannian: "Xiannian, shall we go eat somewhere else?"

  Her words sounded like advice, but in fact she took the initiative to drag Gu Xianyan away.

  Gu Xiannian didn't refuse, and smiled apologetically at Tang Sugar who was stunned in place, stretched out his hand and casually grasped her weak and boneless small hand, then followed Du Juan to leave.

  Tang sugar's heart was filled with joy, but it suddenly fell empty. A warm place in her heart was slowly turning cold, feeling bitter and astringent. The mist in her eyes made everything look blurry.

  She lowered her head, and through tears, she unfolded the hand that Gu Xian had just held. He took advantage of the handshake to put something in her hand.

  It's still a note!

  The sorrow on Tang Sugar's face had not yet subsided, and then it was replaced by joy, her expression was so strange that it made people speechless, the classmates who passed by her looked at her with a gaze as if looking at a mentally ill person.

  But she was too busy stealing glances at Gu Xian Ye, who was chatting and laughing with Du Juan.

  Tang sugar carried a boxed lunch, walking dejectedly to an inconspicuous corner, opening the precious note like Zhuge Liang's ingenious plan, which read: Wait for me at the school gate after school, don't bring your brother!

  Originally, the heart was "thousand miles of ice and snow, ten thousand miles of flying snow, the river above and below, suddenly lost its momentum." But in an instant, it became "as if a spring breeze came overnight, purple and red, green willows, and red peach blossoms." The depressed mood was like sitting on a rocket, soaring into the sky with joy.

  She wanted to remain calm and hide the joy in her heart, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was like a ripple on a spring lake, spreading out in circles, and that silly smile had already announced to the world: "I'm very happy!"

  As she was smiling deeply at the radish and bok choy in her lunchbox, a warm large hand landed squarely on her smooth forehead.

  Tang Tang, annoyed by the sudden movement of her head, finally shook off the hand that was holding her back. With a scowl on her face and her clear eyes glaring, she looked at Xia Ye who had quietly walked up to her side like a cat, and said in a low, dissatisfied tone: "What's wrong?"

  On a summer night, her face wore a mischievous smile, firmly withstanding her sharp gaze that was like a knife. Unafraid of death, he approached her, his thick-skinned face pressed tightly against hers as he sat down, saying innocently like a little white rabbit: "Look at you laughing foolishly at the radish and cabbage in your lunchbox, I thought you were sick! Can't you show some concern for me? Don't always yell at your brother, be careful or I'll spank your butt!"

  Sugar was choked by him and couldn't speak.

  "On a summer night, half-jokingly and half-seriously, he said: 'You'd better not laugh so sweetly at these plain dishes, even if you laugh to death, they won't turn into delicacies. Why not take a few more glances at me? At least I'm pleasing to the eye.'"

  Tang Tang was struck by his good self-feeling, gave him a cool glance, deliberately ignored him and lowered her head to eat.

  On a summer night, he was carefree and open-hearted, teasing Tang Su with jokes, when he keenly sensed that there was an unfriendly gaze on him, and he fearlessly approached it.

  Gu Xiannian's gaze was caught off guard and met his in mid-air, Gu Xiannian panicked and hastily looked away, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

  She stared at him for a long time on that summer night, with an air of provocation. He was born with this temperament, his deep eyes seemed like heaven-sent judges, as if they could see through people's hearts at a glance, making the ugly side of human nature have nowhere to hide in front of him.

  Under the gaze of those powerful eyes, his carefully crafted calm image crumbled bit by bit. The smile at the corner of his mouth became stiff and eerie, making it unbearable to look directly at him. At this moment, he was like an ice cream that had exploded in the scorching sun, slowly melting away. Before turning into a pile of unsightly syrup, he finally stood up abruptly.