Qurit.
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Class 1, Senior 2's formation arrived. Zhou Sheng, on the rostrum, straightened, cleared his throat— "Class 1—energetic, passionate. Their..." His voice, clear and deep, made clichés pleasant. The formation stopped—music played, girls danced. His eyes fixed on one girl—bright, lively, like a cat chasing butterflies. She looked back. Even 10 meters apart—he knew she watched. ... Lin Sitian's event: 800m. Forced to join—only this left. Previously, average 800m—no heart issues, so must…-
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After the sports meet—Senior 2 tensed for June's General examination (as important as college entrance). Pass or no graduation. Lin Sitian, science student—needs history, geography, politics, IT to pass. Chose science for higher admission rates, lower scores. May passed—Zhou Sheng kept his promise: her grades rose. Teacher turned a blind eye—only warned no public displays, and Zhou Sheng: "No Break the precept." Since then—he followed rules. Small gestures earned: "After finals—can do." ...No…
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Monday—Lin Sitian reached school, called by the study rep: "Teacher Zhao wants you." No morning reading—bad premonition. With Zhou Sheng's help, her grades rose, fewer distractions. Still, nervous to go. At the office—class rep chatting with another teacher. "Lin Sitian—how's it going?" Confused, she answered. "Good?" "Stressed?" "Okay these days." "Your midterm—jumped 17 ranks. Good change." Surprised, she thanked him. "Did Zhou Sheng help a lot?" She hesitated—remembering past talks. Worried:…
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Yuan Xiao leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the formation—expressionless. Hesitated to speak, then stopped. Practice ended—Lin Sitian turned off her phone's recording. "Did I dance that badly before?" She asked calmly. "Lots of problems." "Enough to target me daily?" Yuan Xiao frowned, studying her. "Target? Overthink—only care if the dance wins." "I recorded last week—without you knowing." Yuan Xiao stiffened, touching her neck. "Small flaws—don't think you're perfect." "Zhou Sheng…
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After Friday self - study, Class 1, Senior 2 moved from the playground. Lin Sitian saw Zhou Sheng by the office—talking to a teacher, looking handsome, black - framed glasses adding a gentle vibe. Caught in her gaze, he turned. They locked eyes—she waved happily. He smiled back. "Love's sour smell." Yang Xuelin sneered. "Jealous—my boyfriend's amazing." "Not my type—I prefer Meng Qiaoyu's sporty style." Yang Xuelin said. "But Zhou Sheng's popular. You two aren't public—watch out." Lin Sitian…
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The two - day - one - night trip ended perfectly as Lin Sitian wished. On the return, she was so tired she fell asleep on Zhou Sheng's shoulder, drooling without noticing. When the bus stopped, Zhou Sheng's T - shirt had a faint wet spot, but he said nothing—just took a tissue, gently wiping her mouth. "Stop arrived, Lin Sitian." As the bus steadied, Zhou Sheng woke her from his shoulder. At the West Station entrance, Lin Sitian was drowsy. Li Hailiang and Wang Yue teased as usual—she ignored them,…
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The principal announced a spring sports meet in two weeks. Before recess, the class rep rushed in, brainstorming entrance ideas—each class enters in a themed formation, scoring points. A school tradition—once just slogans and flags, now high - tech (drone, balance bike). The rep, prioritizing the final exam, wanted a core group—most practice less, just have fun. Lin Sitian didn't care—focused on pretending to be just deskmates. After class, packing up, after thirteen awkward glances, Zhou Sheng…
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Very quiet. Breaths—her own, and Zhou Sheng's—right beside her. "What did you say?" Lin Sitian asked slowly. Already confessed, Zhou Sheng didn't hesitate. "I want to date you." "With who?" "You." "What with me?" "Date." "Who wants to date me?" "...Are you Ma Dongmei?" Zhou Sheng asked, defeated. The mood broken, Lin Sitian couldn't help hitting him. "Zhou Sheng!" Her soft fist was caught, held in his palm. "I like you." Zhou Sheng stepped back, looking into her eyes. His eyes held light—sincere, a…
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Zhou Sheng strode to them, gaze fixed on Lin Sitian. The light was sparse; in the shade, he couldn't see her clearly. Lin Sitian instinctively hid behind Meng Qiaoyu, avoiding his roaming gaze, not wanting him to see her cry. "Lin Sitian, why are you crying?" But it was useless—he'd noticed her sobbing with Meng Qiaoyu from afar, so he asked directly. "What are you doing here?" Meng Qiaoyu sensed Lin Sitian's awkwardness, subtly changing the topic, stepping between her and Zhou Sheng. "To find her." Zhou…
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Before stepping into the restaurant's side door, Lin Sitian stopped. "Can't go back like this." Zhou Sheng didn't understand. "I've been out so long—Xuelin came looking. If we go back together, they'll definitely talk." She lowered her head, glancing at their clasped hands, touching her warmed, no - longer - cold cheeks. "Li Hailiang loves teasing the most." Zhou Sheng: "They don't know I went to find you." "Anyway, no." She felt guilty. Zhou Sheng didn't think much, but her flustered insistence made him…
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