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“Oh, I understand now.” As soon as Yang Qianfan heard this, he immediately grasped the situation and laughed as he boasted, “I may not be good at anything else, but my heart is the best.” With that, he hurried over to help the girl move the books.
Seeing someone come to help, the girl felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and emotion. She was filled with endless admiration for this Sunshine Boy, who seemed like a savior sent by the heavens. As they moved the books together, she occasionally stole glances at him, blushing and giggling like a lovesick fool. Yang Qianfan noticed her silly demeanor and felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, “If someone I know sees me with a girl like this and spreads it around, they might think I’m interested in someone like her. That would ruin my reputation.” The thought made him shudder.
“I think you look a lot like an older brother I know,” the girl shyly said to him.
“Oh, really?” Yang Qianfan replied with a bitter smile, quickening his pace in hopes of finishing the task soon so he could go find Li Lingfei.
“What class are you in? How come I’ve never seen you before?” she asked curiously.
“I’m in Sophomore Class. It’s not too late to see me now,” Yang Qianfan replied impatiently, annoyed by her persistence.
The girl nodded thoughtfully. “So you’re in Teacher Chen’s class.”
“Yeah!” Yang Qianfan responded without even looking at her.
“I’m Zhu Hui. What about you?” she cheerfully introduced herself, smiling slightly as she asked for his name.
“Zhu Hui… that name sounds familiar; I think I’ve heard it somewhere before.” Just as Yang Qianfan was pondering this, a sudden realization struck him. He turned to look at the girl he hadn’t paid much attention to before and said thoughtfully, “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.”
“Oh, really?” The girl became excited at his words and asked, “Did you see last month’s National Day Celebration Performance?”
“Yes!”
"Then you must have seen me."
"Did you perform on stage that time?"
The girl nodded with a smile.
"What did you perform?" Yang Qianfan asked, furrowing his brow in curiosity.
"I performed a piece. Do you remember now?" The girl reminded him excitedly.
"A piece?" Yang Qianfan pondered seriously for a moment, then shook his head, still unable to recall.
Seeing that he couldn't remember her, the girl grew anxious. She raised her right hand, fingers together, mimicking a kitchen knife, and lightly chopped at her own head a few times while singing to jog his memory: "Chop the heads of the Japanese devils!"
"Oh, so you were that Japanese Devil!" Yang Qianfan exclaimed, pointing at Zhu Hui in sudden realization, astonished.
Zhu Hui nodded enthusiastically at him.
Recalling Zhu Hui's performance, Yang Qianfan couldn't help but laugh. He sighed and covered his forehead, smiling at her. "That piece was really entertaining! Especially your portrayal of the Japanese Devil; I still want to laugh just thinking about it!"
"Really? I actually wrote that script!" Zhu Hui's eyes widened even more at his compliment.
Yang Qianfan nodded at her and found himself increasingly intrigued by her eyes. He wondered how her eyes could be so large; they weren't unattractive, but the double eyelids looked somewhat unnatural, as if they had undergone botched surgery.
Zhu Hui noticed him pondering over his appearance, and a blush crept onto her face. Perhaps she lacked confidence in her looks, so she shyly lowered her head to avoid looking at him.
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