Later, I often waited for you downstairs in your rehearsal room after midnight. I remember it was because I was so embarrassed. I couldn't find a topic to talk about while we were walking side by side. You didn't hold me back, so we just walked around the back playground and walked to the door of the dormitory before going back. I remember one time when I was waiting for you at night, you brought me a Snickers bar and I said no, then you stuffed it into my pocket and said, "I've been holding it in my pocket for almost a day." If the street light was bright enough and I didn't lower my head, you would definitely be able to see my red face. I gradually discovered your excellence. I practiced dancing in the rehearsal room every day. The songs you uploaded on your national karaoke. I don't know how many times it looped in my headphones, but these were carefully hidden by me as if they were invisible.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
