[The top 20 science students in the grade × the whole class support group × the unfair heroine]
I rejected someone, and the whole class started chasing him for me—no, chasing me for him. The intelligence team kept an eye on my work and rest, the execution team blocked my way, and the logistics team stuffed candies on my desk. The operation was codenamed "Daybreak." I called it the senior year-limited version of harassment.
The person involved refused to admit it throughout the whole process, saying that what he liked was the physics competition. He turned around and wrote a battle plan on the draft paper: The first step was to tell her not to cry. The second step is one piece of candy every day.
The sugar has been stored for three months, lemon flavor, one piece a day, rain or shine, study on time earlier than me.
On the day after the college entrance examination, I turned over a stack of scratch paper in his desk. There were physics questions on the front and me on the back. The progress of each picture is updated: she stopped crying, she smiled, and she finally mastered electromagnetic induction. The last one had only one line - "She looked back at me today. Not a glare."
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It's really not easy. I finally had an interview for my first book and met everyone. It's been nearly twenty days. I actually didn't expect that I would do it slowly like this. Thank you. Thank you.