'Unrequited love, it's like I'm holding a concert in my heart alone, while you're a special guest at someone else's KTV.'

—Excerpt from Little Monster's Diary

This is the gap.

When had this young master ever paid attention to his image in front of her? Even if one foot was pointing to the sky, he wouldn't necessarily pull it back.

Once some clues were grasped, everything became traceable.

Fortunately, she woke up early.

Ding Xian came to her senses and buried her head.

The wind gently blew, the windows swayed slowly, and in her ear, the boy let out a rare serious 'hmm', shedding his usual sloppiness.

Yang Chunzi truly had no unnecessary words for anyone, not even for Zhou Siyue. She placed the form on his desk, then turned and left. Instead, Zhou Siyue watched her back for a while, then gave a self-deprecating smile, and handed a form to Ding Xian.

Ding Xian took it, glancing at it — Talent Collection Information Form.

Ding Xian almost instinctively filled in the blank: Drawing. After a second, she crossed it out and carefully wrote in detail: Sketching.

"I see you want to create the bulletin board."

Zhou Siyue wrote "none" and hmphed softly as he looked at her talent form.

Ding Xian carefully folded the paper. "I'm willing."

She had created bulletin boards for three years in Yanping, so this small task wouldn't stump her. It was also the only thing she was interested in besides studying.

As expected, the day after the form was submitted, Goddess Yang Chunzi proactively came to find Ding Xian, inviting her to create bulletin boards with her in the future.

Ding Xian hesitated for a moment. She had thought about creating bulletin boards, but never thought about doing it with Yang Chunzi.

Besides, bulletin board matters aren't under the charge of the literature and arts committee member.

What's wrong? Scared again?

Zhou Siyue raised an eyebrow at her.

'What am I scared of?'

Ding Xian rolled her eyes at him, then turned to Yang Chunzi and said, "Okay."

The goddess smiled at her, "Good, the theme for the first bulletin board is the sports meet. It will be checked next week, so I might have to trouble you to stay after school during this time."

Ding Xian nodded.

Yang Chunzi left. Zhou Siyue lowered his head and sneered. Ding Xian suddenly leaned over and said, "Are you particularly jealous of me right now?"

Zhou Siyue suddenly turned his head and glanced at her, a look as if he'd seen a ghost, then scoffed, "Jealous... of you?"

Ding Xian nodded, her gaze subtly darted towards Yang Chunzi's back, meaning—

'I get to create bulletin boards with her, aren't you particularly jealous of me?'

Zhou Siyue watched for a long time but didn't understand. His gaze followed for a few seconds then returned, and his expression suddenly became serious. What do you mean?

Ding Xian's smile froze; she felt incredibly stupid.

Why ask such a question?

Deciding not to talk to him anymore, she stuck out her tongue and waved her hand, saying, "It's nothing, I'm just bored, hurry and do your homework."

Zhou Siyue looked at her for three seconds with an unclear emotion, full of deep affection (for argument's sake), then coldly uttered two words: "Idiot."

'You're the idiot.'

'You big idiot.'

'You super big idiot.'

Ding Xian replied in her heart.

As a result, the boy casually turned a page of his book, his gaze shifting with it, too lazy to even lift his eyelids: "Just say what you want to say. Always holding it in, aren't you afraid of getting sick from holding it in?"

Ding Xian: "You're the big idiot."

'I've never seen anyone so intent on being cursed at.'

After saying that, she ignored him again, opened her exercise book, and started solving problems.

Zhou Siyue twitched the corner of his mouth and even chuckled.

There was a sudden commotion in the classroom. A figure passed by the window, and Kong Shadi excitedly turned around and slapped her desk, "School hottie, school hottie! Look at the school hottie!"

'Huh, there's a school hottie character?'

Ding Xian had always thought that Zhou Siyue was the school hottie of Yansan High School. It turned out she had been looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. With a curious gaze, she looked outside the classroom. A tall, thin boy was standing in the corridor talking to Yang Chunzi.

The school hottie indeed looked very much like a "school hottie".

He had dyed red hair, shaved on both sides, and a thick fringe over his forehead. To Ding Xian at the time, it was a bit too fashionable. He was indeed delicate-looking, almost beautiful, even prettier than a girl.

'This this this... who rated him?'

She still preferred Zhou Siyue's clean, fresh, and sunny appearance.

Kong Shadi, this rebellious child, was quite taken by this look. Xianxian, don't you think he looks a bit like that Korean celebrity who's super popular lately? Ding Xian, a girl who never watched TV, couldn't even recognize all the domestic celebrities, so how would she know Korean ones?

Kong Shadi frowned, gently tapping her temple with her index finger, finally remembering: "Hyun Bin! Super handsome, isn't he?"

"Yes, yes, super handsome," Ding Xian chimed in. "Which class is he in? What's his name?"

Kong Shadi: "Xia Sihan. I think he's from Class Eight. Isn't his name nice too?"

Ding Xian nodded vigorously, couldn't agree more, "It's wonderful."

Then she heard two voices beside her:

Song Ziqi: "Infatuated."

Zhou Siyue: "Idiot."

The two seemed not to have heard and continued their discussion.

Ding Xian asked, "How are his grades?"

'Actually, I wanted to ask, are his grades better than Zhou Siyue's?'

Kong Shadi: "He was also directly promoted from the Affiliated High School. His grades aren't very good, but he's the school hottie, so he just needs to be presentable. Don't you think it's really cool to walk with him?"

'I wanted to say no.'

She looked at Zhou Siyue beside her, but still solemnly nodded.

Almost simultaneously, Zhou Siyue snickered, "If Xia Sihan knew Class Three had you two, he probably wouldn't dare to come find Yang Chunzi next time."

Hmph.

The two outside the corridor had finished chatting. Yang Chunzi returned to the classroom with her books. As Xia Sihan left, he glanced towards the back door, greeted Zhou Siyue, and then left with long strides.

Later, Ding Xian realized how famous her deskmate was.

Zhou Siyue had been very famous in the Affiliated High School. He had many friends, befriending all sorts of "freaks and monsters". Because he was good at math, he often represented the school in national competitions and also met many students from other schools.

Almost every class had one or two people who knew him.

Not to mention Jiang Chen, Song Yijin, and their group of childhood friends who grew up together, and Yang Chunzi and Xia Sihan were also former classmates.

After Xia Sihan left, Zhou Siyue suddenly looked at her and said, "I can't tell, you like this type?"

His smile seemed a bit irritating to Ding Xian. The young girl subconsciously muttered, "No one said I had to like your type..."

The classroom was noisy, with an incessant buzzing of voices. Zhou Siyue didn't hear clearly and said, "Huh?"

Ding Xian then realized with a start what she had said, and glanced at him in a fluster, saying, "Nothing."

"I've noticed you've been a bit jumpy lately..." Young Master Zhou glanced at her. "Don't tell me you've studied yourself silly?"

Ding Xian ignored him and leaned down on her desk.

Inside the campus, during the lunchtime broadcast, a gentle and pleasant female voice filled the air.

"...With a gentle breeze, with white clouds, with you by my side,

Listening to my joyful and grateful heart,

My demand is truly vast, only need to have had a summer like that,

Only need to have walked through it, just that one time."

Xi Murong's "Walking with You" was read by the female host in a melodious and moving way. Her voice, like a dancing swallow perched on branches in every corner of the campus, lingered and wound, constantly reaching her ears.

The young girl Ding Xian's mood was immersed in it, and her gaze became melancholy, when she heard the unromantic person beside her say: "Broadcasting this is worse than broadcasting a few more math formulas. It's noisy and a waste of time."

"..."

'You and your math should just go die together.'

Deciding to crawl out of this quagmire of unrequited love, the remaining week as deskmates became very difficult for Ding Xian, because she couldn't control herself. On the surface, she pretended not to care, but she always couldn't help but glance at him with her peripheral vision.

Looking from the side, looking from the front, no matter how she looked, she felt that Zhou Siyue became more handsome and more enduringly attractive the more she looked.

Especially when solving problems.

He twirled the pen smoothly and naturally; she couldn't help but stare. After watching, she felt annoyed again.

She was truly a person trapped in a swamp now.

Crawling out an inch, falling back three inches, sinking deeper, she felt deeply powerless. She secretly resented her own lack of resolve, and also resented his indifference.

Thus came the following scene:

Ding Xian: "Aren't you annoying? Can you please stop twirling it!"

Zhou Siyue inexplicably glanced at her. It was rare that he didn't argue back. He lowered his head and continued solving problems, and indeed stopped twirling the pen.

Most of the time, when girls inexplicably lost their temper, boys would just assume it was their period. Zhou Siyue was no exception, so when Ding Xian impatiently yelled at him,

Young Master Zhou, with rare good humor, replied, "Hmm? What's wrong again?"

His speaking voice was already pleasant, and this coaxing voice with a nasal tone made Ding Xian pause even more.

'What a joke, when had he ever coaxed anyone? Which time wasn't she utterly devastated by his criticism?'

At that moment, she really wanted to shake his shoulders, and then loudly question him—

'Do you like me or not!!'

She knew deeply that she didn't have the guts; he only needed one look to make her crumble.

She didn't dare to ask, and was even more afraid to know the answer.

There was even a moment when she always hoped this unrequited love could come to a natural end.

No one would ever know, even until death.