There is always a lump of ink in the lower right corner of Jiang Yanqing's draft paper that cannot be wiped clean.
The teacher said it was dirty, and the classmates said it was messy. Only Yin Chenyu knew that it was not ink, but that the word "yu" was missing one stroke.
It's like Jiang Yanqing's love. It's so full that it's almost overflowing, but she hides half of it and grinds half of it, pretending to hate it.
On the seventh page of Yin Chenyu's wrong question book, there was a crumpled disciplinary slip.
The date is September 3rd, and the name is Jiang Yanqing.
He told himself that he just picked it up casually, but the edge of the page had already been roughened by his fingertips.
He could solve the most difficult physics problem in the grade, but he couldn't solve the cautious timidity hidden beneath Jiang Yanqing's arrogance when she looked at him.
The whole school thought they were natural enemies:
Jiang Yanqing grabbed the paper to tear it up, blocked the road to find trouble, and threw the school uniform to humiliate him.
No one knew that he had locked those papers into the deepest part of the desk, that he had to go around three times before daring to walk, and that there was a crumpled piece of paper wrapped in that school uniform——
"Yin Chenyu, I pretend to hate you because I like you. I have practiced for three years, but I still haven't learned not to stop my hands from shaking."
Later, Yin Chenyu found a line of words under Jiang Yanqing's inkstone that was almost invisible:
"I can't hide you on the hidden island at the bottom of the inkstone."
It turns out that the stupidest secret love is not that I don't dare to say it, but that I say it because I'm afraid you won't believe it——
I'm afraid you only see the coldness of the inkstone, but not the gentle island underneath that has been hidden for three years.
Intention: It's not "I like you", but "I don't dare to let you know that I like you, because I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you, and I'm afraid you're just passing by."