In his sophomore year of high school, Jiang Lin had a new classmate, Shen Qingyan.
Shen Qingyan had good grades, a cold temper, and was very talkative. Jiang Lin liked to mess with this kind of person the most.
Once, someone asked Jiang Lin if he liked Shen Qingyan.
Jiang Lin leaned against his desk and smiled carelessly: "Yes, I like him."
The whole class knew it was a joke.
Shen Qingyan also knew.
Later Jiang Lin said he liked it many times. I said it when I was borrowing my homework, I said it when I skipped my evening study hall to buy a soda, and I said it when I was lying on Shen Qingyan's shoulder after losing the ball.
He said it so casually that no one knew exactly when it became true.
Including Shen Qingyan.
Seventeen-year-old Jiang Lin thinks that liking someone means wanting to sit at the same table with someone for a long time, wanting to get out of school with him, and wanting his name to be always ranked in his future.
But later he realized that some words were said too softly, and when he really wanted to say it, no one would believe it.
This is my first time writing a post. There have been some changes in real life recently that need to be dealt with. I will not update the saved chapters after I have posted them. I will update after I calm down. Qwq
Purpose: Face one's sincerity while growing up
