'Unrequited love is telling you trivial things, and telling the breeze things about you.'

—Little Monster's Growth Diary

Ding Xian, blushing, shooed Kong Shadi away, finding her incredibly annoying.

Who was his confidante? Who wanted to be his confidante? It didn't concern her even if he ate, did homework, or went shopping with Zhang Cuicui, Li Yingying, and Wang Yanyan.

The cicadas buzzed outside the window, and at this moment, to Ding Xian, they sounded anything but pleasant and melodious; they were just noisy, her little heart dangling uneasily in the air, feeling restless.

She rested her chin on the desk in frustration, like a dejected stray dog, her clear eyes darting around, looking at He Xingwen on her left for a moment, then at the female class monitor on her right.

'Poor thing.'

She quietly turned her head, her gaze falling on the last row.

That young master, hands in his pockets, stepped into the classroom with Song Ziqi right on time, his messy hair like a haystack, so disheveled that one would want to give it a good tousle. Yet, it was precisely this casually disarrayed and lazy handsomeness that was most captivating.

In everyone's heart, there is a young boy.

Even if arrogant, still yearned for.

Zhou Siyue pulled out a chair and sat down, his long legs casually placed under the desk. Song Ziqi turned his head and casually said, "Siyue, shall we go to the arcade this weekend?"

Young Master Zhou leaned back in his chair, swinging his foot, and didn't answer.

Deng Wanwan beside him suddenly looked up, dropped her pen, and excitedly said, "Great, great! I know a place, I can take you there!"

Song Ziqi's eyes lit up. "Alright."

After speaking, both looked at Zhou Siyue. Before he could voice his opinion, someone in front turned their head, patted Deng Wanwan's desk, and said indifferently, "Deng Wanwan, I want to discuss something with you."

It was Kong Shadi.

Deng Wanwan looked at her with a smile. "What is it, Shadi?"

Kong Shadi suddenly glanced in Ding Xian's direction, which inadvertently caused Young Master Zhou, who was listening with his arms propped, to instinctively follow her gaze.

Coincidentally.

He caught Ding Xian's dazed little gaze in mid-air.

Ding Xian didn't have time to dodge and just awkwardly met Zhou Siyue's indifferent gaze, then frantically turned her head away in a panic. The movement was a bit too wide, and she bumped heads with He Xingwen, who was leaning down to pick up a pen.

Ding Xian's vision swam with stars from the pain, and she rubbed her head.

Zhou Siyue curled the corner of his lips. 'As expected, she's clumsy.'

"Why are you so annoying?"

He Xingwen had only half-solved the problem, stuck at a crucial step and unable to continue writing. He was already irritated, and Ding Xian had now walked into his crosshairs, becoming the direct target of his anger.

At He Xingwen's shout, half the class looked over at Ding Xian. The young girl, face flushed, lowered her head and whispered an apology, "I'm sorry."

Her humble appearance was truly pitiful.

Everyone in the class was also well aware of He Xingwen's character, looking at Ding Xian with considerable sympathy.

A boy couldn't stand it and couldn't help but speak up for Ding Xian, "He Xingwen, don't go too far. Yesterday you didn't even leave the books for Ding Xian, and she didn't blame you."

Hearing this, Ding Xian buried her head even lower. The boy who spoke up for her was named Liu Xiaofeng, a dark-skinned, skinny boy wearing glasses who had no presence in class and would even blush when a teacher asked him a question.

Ding Xian was very grateful to him for being the first to speak up for her at such a time.

But his words also plunged her into awkwardness. In truth, at that moment, she just wished for a crack in the ground to crawl into, for no one to speak, no one to look at her, no one to try to defend her, and for the incident to calmly and quickly be swept under the rug.

She was a timid and shy girl, prone to overthinking if someone looked at her too much, and very sensitive.

And even more, she didn't want Zhou Siyue to think that her new deskmate was currently disliking her.

However, after Liu Xiaofeng finished speaking, He Xingwen still retorted defiantly, and the two almost started arguing in the classroom because of Ding Xian.

In the end, it was Song Ziqi who half-jokingly shouted from the back, "He Xingwen, don't bully the little monster, be careful, our Siyue will deal with you."

The ambiguity of youth was probably just the half-open, half-hidden jokes among classmates.

After Song Ziqi spoke.

The classmates in the class all chuckled softly, and then someone was heard giving Song Ziqi's chair a hard kick, a voice, with its usual laziness, saying, "What does that have to do with me?"

Song Ziqi scratched the back of his head. "Just kidding."

Amidst the noisy atmosphere, Kong Shadi suddenly turned to Deng Wanwan and said, "You and Ding Xian should switch seats back."

Deng Wanwan froze, glancing at Zhou Siyue.

Kong Shadi's tone was a bit stiff, allowing no room for argument. After speaking, she glanced at Zhou Siyue, who was leaning back in his seat, and said, "If you don't want to sit with Xianxian, let her switch with Song Ziqi, and I'll sit with Xianxian."

This suggestion was strongly opposed by Song Ziqi. "No, I don't want to sit with her. Sitting next to her will drive me crazy."

Kong Shadi said comfortingly, "It won't."

Song Ziqi: "I can't see from the back."

Kong Shadi stroked his head as if stroking a puppy, and said with a fake smile, "Good boy, go get new glasses."

Song Ziqi shook his head. "The lenses are too thick; they look like the bottom of a wine bottle. I don't want them."

Kong Shadi gritted her teeth. "Fine, you and Zhou Siyue sit in front, and Xianxian and I will sit in the back."

Song Ziqi scratched his head. "How can I be so rude?"

Kong Shadi: "Stop talking nonsense. Nod quickly before I get angry, or I'll report you to the teacher for bringing a game console to class!"

"Damn it, Kong Shadi, do you have any humanity left?"

"Can you do it or not, you!?"

"I'm scared of you, fine, fine, fine!!"

However, no sooner had the two finished discussing than Deng Wanwan, with a tight face, said from behind them, "I won't switch."

The three words were firm and powerful.

Kong Shadi immediately got anxious. She rolled up her sleeves, about to rush forward to argue, but Song Ziqi held her back. "Granny, don't get agitated... I think you're getting a bit of a shrewish tendency lately?"

Kong Shadi's face alternated between red and pale. Ignoring him, she directly told Deng Wanwan, "If you hadn't come noisily asking Zhou Siyue questions, would Xianxian have been forced to sleep in the front?"

Deng Wanwan pouted. "Anyway, I'm not switching."

"Enough." Young Master Zhou, who had been observing with a cold eye for a long time, finally spoke leisurely, "Let's start class."

The class bell rang, and the teacher, with lesson plans tucked under his arm, entered the classroom unhurriedly, perfectly in time with the bell.

The students finally refocused their attention on their textbooks.

Ding Xian let out a long breath. She thanked Shadi for her righteous help, which prevented her from being too embarrassed in front of Zhou Siyue; she also thanked Yansan Middle School for allowing her to meet this spirited and passionate young girl during her frantic and helpless years.

Weekend.

Ding Xian finished reviewing a week's worth of homework, stretched, and looked at the crooked-necked tree outside the window, contemplating when to chop it down. It blocked too much of her view; she was already seeing double when looking at the blackboard.

As she was thinking, Ye Wanxian called from the living room, "Xianxian!"

She slowly stood up and walked out.

Ye Wanxian, while bending over to wipe the table, said without looking up, "Go pick up your younger brother from his interest class. I don't have time to cook."

"Oh."

She slowly walked to the door to change her shoes, muttering inwardly, 'Yet she just had time to gossip with others at the door.'

Gossiping about every family, none of it could escape this ten-meter hutong.

Ye Wanxian got angry as soon as she saw her unhurried manner. "Hurry up! If you can't find him, look in the nearby arcade. Sometimes when he gets impatient waiting, he'll go play games."

"He went to play games again?"

Ye Wanxian said, "Playing for a little while won't hurt."

Ding Xian sneered.

Sure enough, Ding Juncong was indeed at the nearby arcade, driving go-karts with a few of his friends with great enthusiasm. Ding Xian walked over and tugged his ear. "Ding Juncong, time to go home!"

Ding Juncong pulled his head away, impatiently shaking off her hand. "Wait a minute!"

Ding Xian, in a good temper, asked, "How long?"

"Ten minutes."

"Okay."

Ding Xian, being very agreeable, walked to the entrance to wait for him to come out himself.

However, ten minutes passed.

Ding Xian stood at the entrance and glanced inside. The child showed no sign of coming out, so she called again, "Ding Juncong!"

"Another ten minutes."

Another ten minutes passed...

"Ding Juncong!!"

"Give me ten more minutes, or I'll go home and tell Mom you hit me."

'Hey, you little rascal.'

Ding Xian rushed over and directly dragged Ding Juncong out by his ear. The child clung to the go-kart's steering wheel, stubbornly refusing to get off. "Help! They're selling children!"

Passersby all looked over.

Ding Xian got anxious and slapped him on the forehead. "You behave yourself! I'm your elder sister!"

A few soft chuckles came from behind.

Ding Xian froze, looked back, and saw a large group of people standing there. Song Ziqi and Kong Shadi were on the side, followed by Zhou Siyue, Deng Wanwan, Jiang Chen, and Song Yijin.

Seeing that someone had arrived, Ding Juncong quickly broke free from Ding Xian's grasp and ran back to play go-karts, seizing every second.

The tallest boy among them, hands in his pockets, looked past the others, his gaze falling lightly on her.

At this moment, a thought abruptly popped into Ding Xian's mind.

The spot where Deng Wanwan was standing should have originally been hers.

Song Ziqi and Jiang Chen chuckled and teased her a few times, but seeing her unresponsive, they both sullenly fell silent. Noticing Zhou Siyue still standing there, Song Ziqi, as if understanding something, tugged at Jiang Chen and the others, saying, "Come on, let's go play basketball. I don't believe we can't break Siyue's record."

Jiang Chen and Song Yijin were forcibly dragged away by Song Ziqi.

Kong Shadi bounded over to Ding Xian in a few steps. "I wanted to call you last night, but I realized I don't have your number. When we go back on Monday, write it down in my contact list for me."

Ding Xian didn't have a phone; Ye Wanxian was reluctant to buy one for her.

But she also didn't want to say she didn't have a phone in front of Deng Wanwan and Zhou Siyue, so she nodded haphazardly.

Kong Shadi happily left.

Ding Xian ignored Zhou Siyue, turned around to look for Ding Juncong. There was no one on the go-kart, and she couldn't see the little devil's shadow after looking around. She puffed out her cheeks in anger.

Muttering curses about the brat, her gaze aimlessly searched around.

Suddenly, someone vigorously ruffled her hair.

More than ruffled, it was like kneading, like kneading flour.

'Who?'

Ding Xian looked up. A tall figure walked past her, taking long strides, passing her without the slightest pause. The hem of his T-shirt lightly brushed her hand, his hand already back in his pocket, yet she still caught a very quick remark by her ear.

"Move back on Monday."

The boy's back was lean, he walked with a breezy stride, appearing relaxed and carefree.

"Huh?"