Chapter 89 (1/2)

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Yukira_

The cicadas’ sound orchestrated a symphony known as summer.

The shadow of the thick woods and the rustling of the leaves along with the breeze that occasionally swept the steel and concrete forest revealed a mysterious scent and coolness.

It belonged to a person.

The white dress billowed like a lily at dawn, resembling the bloom of first love. The quiet, serene face perpetually drawn to the paperback novel—sometimes delighted, at other times sorrowful.

[So jealous…

If only I were that book.]

“Yo, Jiang Chen, you’re drooling.” Zhao Peng approached Jiang Chen as he b.u.mped into him with a smirk.

“Go away.” Jiang Chen glanced at him at and slightly s.h.i.+fted his body sideways, lying on the table to sleep.

As though he was inadvertently facing that direction.

“Ahem, if you like Yao Tingting then you should go ask her out. Wu—” Jiang Chen immediately jumped up and covered the mouth of his good friend.

“Do you want to die!” Jiang Chen twisted Zhao Peng’s neck as he growled at Zhao Peng in a hushed voice, his face red.

With a smirking face, Zhao Peng pretended to die while rolling his eyes.

The girls in front turned around and witness their boisterous play and started giggling. While the other boys near Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng surrounded them in a rowdy manner.

As though drawn by the commotion, the G.o.ddess stared in their direction.

And gave a look of mild confusion.

Jiang Chen felt his heart almost stopped.

His ear began to heat up.

Oh no, his skin was scorching.

Yao Tingting probably thought that her cla.s.smates were too rowdy, so she closed her book and left the cla.s.sroom quietly.

“Ahhh! Fu*k, you used your teeth!” Jiang Chen painfully jerked away from Zhao Peng.

“You fu*king almost choked me to death!” Zhao Peng was breathing heavily while clutching his chest and gave Jiang Chen his nastiest look.

When the boys saw that the commotion had died down, they all left chuckling. The two girls in front started talking about the TV show last night, and the cla.s.sroom regained its former peace.

Except for the window blinds which fluttered in the breeze.

The ordinary day felt fulfilling.

It felt like everything gave off a sense of nostalgia.

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11 June 2171, summer.

High school’s first summer break was almost here, and it wouldn’t be long before the exams started.

Today I watched her secretly again.

I thought I already made up my mind to suppress my feeling for her in the bottom of my heart.

No, that’s not right, or maybe just like what Zhao Peng had said, I should probably ask her out.

No, no, no, that’s impossible…she is so beautiful, so smart, there must be plenty of people who like her. If I asked her out and she rejected me, we couldn’t even be friends anymore.

Eh? Maybe we are not even friends?

“Ahhh…” Jiang Chen slammed the journal on the bed behind him as he laid his head down on the table and covered his head.

[If I leave this diary behind, my embarra.s.sment will go down in history in the future. It will kill me. No, fu*k! I’m a man so why am I so conflicted? If I like her, I can r*pe her. What does asking her out even do? If I can’t get her, I’ll force her. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just drug her. If we break up, then send her nud*s. If I can’t even bear the consequence of going to jail, how do I even have the audacity to say I like her! There’s no use of being conflicted.

Hm? Something weird might have gotten into him.]

…still feeling conflicted.

He stared at the cloud on his table mindlessly as his thoughts wandered off.

It was after a good while before he recollected his thoughts from the unnatural state.

“Is this how a adolescent trouble feels like?” After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen let out a sigh while he savagely combed his messy hair.

[Eh? I thought I have a short hair?] Jiang Chen was baffled, his hand momentarily stopping.

[This is an illusion right? Who would get an ugly haircut like this?]

“When did I start writing this diary again? What’s the point of this thing, saving it so I would be embarra.s.sed in the future?” Jiang Chen scanned the electronic clock beside him, sighing.