What Do You Mean, I Am Your Corner Target?

My name is Xianyu, a salted fish. My daily routine consists of catching up on TV shows, reading novels, and lying on the table in a daze. Then she appeared. She borrowed my books, asked about the progress every day, and came to pick them up. Others: She is very interested in you. Me: She just wants to read. Others: If you want to read a book, do you have to come here? Me: ... She just wants to read a book. Others: If you want to read a book, do you need to be reminded of your seat every day? Me: ... She just wants to read a book. Roommate: If you want to read a book, do you have to touch your head when you have a cold? Me: ... Shut up. She reminds me every day: "Don't sit in the wrong seat at that table in the cafeteria at noon tomorrow." But I never sit in the wrong seat. She reminds me every day, not to prevent me from sitting in the wrong seat. Probably to confirm I would go. Thinking too much. She just wanted to read. No one can say "I like you". There is only "lend it to me after reading". Only "because I want to know how much you watched." The only thing is "don't catch a cold again". Others: When did you realize you liked her? I said: ... I don't like her. Others said: You said "she just wants to read" ninety-nine times. I said: ... For the hundredth time. She just wanted to read. Others: When did you realize you liked her? I said: ... I don't know. Others: Then we will wait. This is not that kind of youth. No confession, no separation, no unforgettable memories. There are only sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria and hexagons in the bookstore. And the phrase "that table in the cafeteria at noon tomorrow" every day. Just not that youthful.