That Year, I Personally Pushed Away the Girl I Liked

People always ask on Zhihu: "Should I keep my love in my heart or say it out loud when I am in high school?" I answer with my own personal experience - I can't hide it, and I can't tell it. In the end, only unforgettable regrets are left, fermenting over and over again every night for the next ten years. I was 17 years old that year, sitting in the back row of a key class. On the left were test papers piled up to my shoulders, and on the right was the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" that had just been stuffed into the corner of the table by the class teacher. The ceiling fan above my head was spinning, cutting the hot June wind into pieces and sticking them on the sweaty backs of everyone's necks. The air of the key class was always filled with the smell of chalk dust and instant coffee, and even the noise between classes had a rush of "can't waste time", until she suddenly broke into my sight.