Wild Boar Running Posture

I am Kiryu, recognized as a perfect being in the school and the initiator of the "Wild Boar Transformation Project". I chose her because on that rainy day, I saw that kind of almost stubborn tenacity in a person's eyes for the first time. It rained heavily that day. Qiu Yingying squatted in the corner behind the teaching building, holding a soaked cardboard box - inside were three newborn kittens, which had obviously been thrown there. She was soaked all over, the skirt of her school uniform was stained with mud, and her bangs stuck to her forehead in an awkward manner. But she protected the carton with her body, lowered her head, and said nothing, while the rain dripped down the tip of her nose. Someone passed by, took a look and left. Some people stopped, thought about it and left. She just squatted like a silent stone. At that moment, I suddenly felt that there was something in her that I had been looking for - something that was ignored by everyone, stepped into the mud by the world, but still unbroken. So I walked up to her, held the umbrella over, and showed my most perfect smile: "Classmate, do you want to become popular?" She raised her head, the rain slid down her face, her eyes were round and bright, like a frightened little animal. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and she hurriedly lowered her head. This is where we start. The renovation plan was more ridiculous and interesting than I imagined. I asked her to take off the round glasses that covered half of her face, change the dusty long skirt into an ordinary school uniform skirt, and took her to see Kazama's play, Mizuki's piano recital, and Yukimura speaking on the stage as the student council president. "Look," I pointed to the sparkling Kazama on the stage, "He was not born like this, he became like this through hard work-" Before he finished speaking, that guy Kazama forgot his words on the stage. The auditorium with thousands of people was silent for three seconds, and then he began to improvise, turning "Romeo and Juliet" into a funny skit, and the whole audience burst into laughter. After he stepped down, I wanted to kick him, but he came over with a smile, bent down and said to Qiu Yingying: "Don't listen to Kiryu's nonsense, just be yourself." Qiu Yingying hid behind Ruixi, looking at him with only one pair of eyes. Ruixi was very gentle. After playing Chopin's nocturne, he deliberately taught Yingying how to read music using the simplest music. He spoke very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something fragile: "Music is not a performance, it is expression. You don't have to be someone else." Snow Village is more direct. He pulled me aside, pushed up his glasses, and said with a straight face: "The word transformation itself is disrespectful to people. You are imposing your own aesthetics on her." "I'm helping her-" "You're making her feel like she's not good enough. And that's wrong." I was stunned. Only Umino didn't express any opinions from beginning to end. He silently made handmade biscuits, drew five different small animals with icing sugar, and placed them on Qiu Yingying's table. She looked at it for a long time and suddenly smiled - that was the first time I saw her truly and unguardedly smile since the beginning of the whole plan. As for Yuuki, this guy was a miscalculated move on my part. I thought he was a nuisance at best, but I didn't expect that he would become the biggest variable in my entire plan. On the day of the sports meeting, the moment I saw Qiu Yingying at the starting line of the 1,500 meters, I knew something was wrong. She stood on the track, her back hunched over and her hands clutching the side seams of her sweatpants. Her carefully taken care of hair was blown away by the wind, and she still looked like she did when she was protecting the cardboard box in the rain—stubborn, clumsy, slightly trembling, but not taking a step back. Yumu stood next to her, lazily bending over to tie his shoelaces. When he passed by me, he raised his eyelids and glanced at me. The corners of his mouth curved up, and his eyes were full of provocation. "Your person?" He deliberately emphasized the word "you" very hard, "Lend it to me." The moment the starting gun sounded, Qiu Yingying rushed out like a stone being ejected. She was running ugly, her posture was wrong, her breathing rhythm was completely messed up. But her speed exceeded everyone's expectations. The stands were boiling. Everyone was calling someone whose name they couldn't name just a few days ago. On the last lap, she started to shake. I stood outside the track and clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. And Yumu suddenly rushed out from the crowd and ran alongside her along the inside of the track. "Qiu Yingying!" He called her name for the first time, and his voice penetrated the entire noisy playground, "The finish line is over there, do you see it? Nothing else, don't think about anything, just look at that line!" She heard it. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the white line like a drowning person grasping driftwood, and her steps stabilized again. When she crossed the finish line third, she fell to her knees on the track. That day, she was third in the school. And in my opinion, she is number one. But I didn't expect that this victory would completely drag me into the abyss. It happened one evening in October. The wind on the rooftop was strong, and the setting sun dyed everything an unreal orange-red color. I arrived early, leaned against the railing, and silently recited my prepared words over and over again - I wanted to tell her that the renovation plan was a cover from the beginning. What I really want to do is be close to her. But she spoke first. "Tiryu, I have something to tell you." She stood in front of me, twisting her clothes with her fingers. Her ears were red, but her eyes were firmer than ever before, "I... I like Yumu." The wind stopped. I looked into her eyes, the eyes that made my heart beat in the rain and that I couldn't take my eyes away from during countless transformation plans. At this moment, they were full of expectations and uneasiness for another person. "Really?" My voice didn't sound like my own. It was too soft, so soft that it couldn't even hold the air in front of me. "Yeah." She nodded, and then asked me cautiously, "Do you think... He will like me?" At that moment, I suddenly understood what retribution was. I saw her as a piece of work that needed to be transformed, a project to prove my abilities. I looked down at her from a high place, but I forgot that the person looking down cannot see the world in the eyes of the person being looked down upon. And Yumu stood by her side from the beginning, not trying to change her, just running with her. "Yes." I heard myself say, and the corners of my mouth even curved just right, as if I was happy for her, "He will definitely like you." She smiled. That's a smile I've never seen before. After she turned around and ran off the rooftop, I finally couldn't hold on anymore and slowly slid along the railing to sit on the ground. The sun sets and the sky turns gray-purple. I sat there, staring at my shadow being swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit, until Kazama found me. "I knew it." He leaned against the railing and looked up at the first star. "If you act like an invulnerable person, you will fall sooner or later." Ruixi also came. He didn't say anything and sat down next to me. Yukimura pushed up his glasses: "You need to reflect on your motives." Umino handed over a pack of biscuits with icing drawings of a panda and a crane. I looked at those ugly and crooked little animals that had been crossed out and changed countless times, and suddenly I remembered Qiu Yingying's smile when she saw these cookies for the first time. "I screwed up," I said. "Yeah." Kazama laughed and patted me hard on the shoulder, "But you finally told the truth." That night, the five of us sat on the rooftop for a long time. I am no longer the perfect Kiryu, just an ordinary person who is embarrassed, lovelorn, and has finally taken off all pretense. But strangely, I've never felt so relaxed. What happened next? Later, that arrogant guy Yuuki really confessed his feelings, backstage at the cultural festival, in front of half of the drama club. He said he liked the Qiu Yingying who protected the cat in the rain, the Qiu Yingying whose hair was well-groomed, the one who tried her best when running 1,500 meters, and the one who huddled up and fell asleep in the library. I stood behind the curtain and listened to the silence on the other side of the curtain for a long time, and then a voice was heard that was so soft that it was almost inaudible—— "I like Yumu too." I closed my eyes and smiled. Not a perfect smile, but a smile with a little bitterness, a little relief, and a little sincerity. On the way home that day, I stood at the corner where I first met her, and I remembered her figure protecting the cardboard box on that rainy night. I thought of the two kittens soaked in the rain that I rescued, and of the bag of biscuits that she had squeezed to warm up. Among the small animals drawn with frosting, there was a kitten sheltered in the rain and herself. I didn't become the male protagonist, but I had the most real page in her story. That's enough. Kazama later became a professional drama actor, more famous for his comedies than his tragedies. Ruixi went to music school and every Christmas he would send us a record he had recorded. Yukimura went to the best university of course and occasionally sent emails criticizing our "fallen life". Umino opened a bakery with an entire wall filled with animal-shaped cookie cutters. Yumu and Qiu Yingying are still together. He runs marathons and she works as the nutritionist for the team. Every time she competed, she stood behind the finish line waiting for him. Compared with his gesture of crossing the finish line, she was just smiling. As for me—— I'm not reforming anyone anymore. But I started writing stories. Write a story about a girl protecting a cardboard box in the rain, write about her running desperately on the track, write about how she taught a conceited teenager what true love is in the clumsiest way. It always rains at the beginning of the story. At the end of the story, the weather cleared up. Intention: love