Shen Jiarou considers herself a coward.
A coward to the core. Slow-talking and slow to react. He panics before anything happens and hides after he panics. Her life creed is: if you can't beat her, just pretend to be dead. If you can't survive the first grade of junior high school, you won't miss the fifteenth grade.
After meeting Xie Yanqing, she practiced this set of beliefs to perfection.
This man was her brother's classmate. His appearance, knowledge, and bearing were all top-notch, to the point of being outrageous. The eyes of all the girls in the capital who have not yet left the court can shine when they mention Mr. Xie. But when Shen Jiarou heard the name, her calves felt weak.
His eyes glanced over and the secrets that had been hidden for three days could be uprooted.
So she ran.
When it came to escaping, she went from being a novice to a proficient one. She even thought she could publish a "Xie Yanqing Escape Guide".
But it happened that Xie Yanqing was someone who was wrong in some way and specialized in preventing her from escaping.
She took three deep breaths, opened the door, walked in, raised her head and glared at him.
He put down the book and looked up at her.
Shen Jiarou's legs started to feel weak again, but this time she didn't run.
"Can you... Stop looking for me?"
He stood up, walked slowly to her, lowered his head, and looked deep and deep:
"Can't."
"Aren't you going to run away?"
Shen Jiarou's heart skipped a beat: "Don't run away!"
He laughed and reached out to brush away the sweet-scented osmanthus that had gotten on her shoulders at some point:
"Okay. Then I'll start chasing."
Intention: Continuous self-improvement