Sweet Chili Sauce

When my rival academic master handed me a math paper filled with functions, I immediately grabbed the microphone and shouted at the morning meeting: "Speak in human language! Otherwise, I will teach you how to write 'like' on the basketball court tonight!" Later, she really came, with a rainbow fart solved using mathematical formulas and my first kiss. When the whole school laughed at me for not being worthy of being the first in grade, the math problem she solved in public was my name, and the back of the test paper I tore up angrily said: "What you tore up was the marriage application form." What was even more explosive was that she used a basketball court light sign to spell out: "I will pay for it for the rest of my life." About the aloof academic tyrant secretly collecting my ugly photos The whole school knew that Shen Qingyan was a walking iceberg, until I found a photo album called "Raising Manual" on her mobile phone—— Picture 1: I slept on the math book and it was dark. Picture 2: I secretly ate the shrimp dumplings in her lunch box Picture 3: I danced the rain dance to her hamster "Explain?" I held up my phone with murderous intent. She pushed up her glasses: "Recording the history of human domestication." Later, I accidentally clicked on the encrypted folder - "Domesticated Records" Latest update: The Jiugongge when she secretly kissed me, with the text: "Mine" I, Lin Xia, am a famous pure female high school student in the High School Affiliated to Yunnan University. Yes, it's me. I will reveal the true face of Shen Qingyan, the number one in grade, here today. Things start from ten minutes ago At that time, I was having dinner at Shen Qingyan's house - to be precise, I unilaterally announced that I wanted to taste the braised pork she cooked, and very "accidentally" knocked her math homework book to the ground. The phone slipped out of her pocket, with the screen facing up and still on. I swear I didn't mean to see it But the album title is too eye-catching - "Raising Manual" I was stunned for a second, and then burst into laughter: "Shen Qingyan, do you have a hamster? Give it such a name!" Her hand that was serving soup paused, and the spoon fell back into the pot with a clang. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. Judging from my experience of knowing Shen Qingyan for three years, this academic tyrant, who has never changed his face despite being overwhelmed, has actually turned red at the base of his ears at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. Something fishy! With my quick eyesight and quick hands, I grabbed the phone before she pounced on me. Fingerprint unlock? It's a piece of cake. I had secretly recorded my fingerprints a long time ago - in order to check whether there were any love letters written to her by others in her mobile phone. I opened the photo album triumphantly. Then I couldn't laugh anymore The first photo is of me lying on my math book and sleeping in a trance. Filming time: In the first semester of high school, one week before the midterm exam. The second picture shows me sneaking out my chopsticks to take away the last shrimp dumpling from her lunch box. The secretly happy and guilty expression on my face was clearly captured in the photo Shooting time: Senior high school sports day. The third picture is even more amazing. I'm wearing a dinosaur one-piece pajamas, doing a rain dance in front of her cold hamster "Your Majesty", my movements are twisted like an electric shock. Filming time: Three months ago, on the weekend when she was reviewing at her house I slid my fingers down tremblingly In the fourth picture, I got a passing grade in math, and I jumped excitedly with her in my arms, and my expression management was completely out of control. In the fifth picture, I secretly wore her school uniform jacket, the sleeves grew a lot, and she was smiling silly in the mirror. The sixth picture... "Shen, Qing, Yan!" I held up the phone and turned to her murderously, "Explain?" She stood there and pushed up her glasses - a small gesture she made when she was nervous. "Recording the history of human domestication." She said expressionlessly, which was quite convincing if you ignored the red ears. "Record what?" I laughed angrily, "Record my dark history?!" "Yeah." She actually dared to nod, "Observing the stupid behavior of samples can help study the lower limit of human IQ." I rushed over and pinched her waist, which was her weak point. She hid while trying to grab the phone back, and we both fell on the sofa. "Delete! Immediately! Immediately!" I sat on her and raised my phone to threaten. "Don't delete it." She gasped, but her eyes were extremely firm, "This is my precious research data." "Study your brain!" I lowered my head and bit her ear. "I will let you study what the anger of the sand sculpture is now!" We fussed over it until her phone dinged with a new message. A prompt pops up at the top of the screen: [The encrypted photo album "Domesticated Records" has been backed up]. Me: "..." Shen Qingyan: "..." The air was suddenly quiet. I narrowed my eyes and said slowly in the most dangerous tone of my life: "What's the password?" She pursed her lips, looking like she would rather die than surrender. "Don't tell me?" I chuckled and started to tickle her, "Let's see how long you can last!" Three minutes later, Shen Qingyan was defeated and breathlessly announced a series of numbers - my birthday. I couldn't wait to open that damn encrypted photo album. Then, I froze. The first picture is from the day we first got wet together in the rain. She secretly filmed me kicking water into a puddle. The second picture is of me hanging the first basketball gold medal I won around her neck. … The latest nine updated photos were taken on her birthday yesterday when I secretly kissed her on the cheek. From approaching, to lightly touching lips, to quickly fleeing, the proud and shy expression on my face was completely recorded Each one is accompanied by text In the last picture, I closed my eyes and kissed her on the face. She turned her head slightly and there was light in her eyes. The accompanying text only has two words: "Mine." I held up my phone and was speechless for a long time. Shen Qingyan sat up at some point, hugged me gently from behind, and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Do you understand now?" Her voice was muffled, "It's not recording black history." I sniffed and scratched my neck: "Then how do you explain it in the Breeding Manual?" She smiled softly and breathed warm breath on my neck "Because raising you takes a lot of patience," she said, "and a lot of love." I turned around and pushed her back onto the sofa, kissing her fiercely. "Then you're done," I mumbled between breaths, "you'll have to live with it for the rest of your life." She hugged my neck and responded softly: "It's what I asked for." She thought she was just a piece of ice, using perfect test papers to build a cold wall I thought I was just a wildfire, burning my lonely youth with publicity and rebellion Intention: In every period of passionate youth with teeth and claws, I have my story