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I thought it was best not to delay. When I saw Qian Fan stop, I immediately jogged over, pretending to panic as I shouted, "Oh no, there's a snake, there's a snake!" Then, I pretended to accidentally bump into him.
Looking up, our eyes met; tears filled my eyes, and I wanted to speak but couldn't, creating a captivating moment.
Qian Fan stared at me blankly and asked, "Are you okay?"
I was about to say I was fine, but Qian Fan's next words were, "There's a snake behind you."
I froze and instinctively jumped onto Qian Fan, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
Qian Fan was startled by my action and reflexively pushed me away.
I fell heavily into the muddy ground.
The outcome was predictable.
I fainted.
I even had a cut on my forehead.
It is said that Qian Fan was the one who took me to the infirmary.
It is also said that Qian Fan got angry, questioning how there could be a snake in the woods behind the school.
If they couldn't find the snake, he would have to report it to the principal.
In the end, news spread throughout the school that I had tried to confess to Qian Fan but ended up getting beaten instead.
When I woke up again, I had somehow become Qian Fan's girlfriend.
The reason was simple: Qian Fan said I had hurt my head and that he needed to take responsibility for me.
Thus, I inexplicably became Qian Fan's girlfriend.
After becoming Qian Fan's girlfriend, the first thing I needed to do was keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't go down the wrong path.
So, I sent Qian Fan a message.
Me: Are you there?
After waiting for a while with no reply, I sent another message.
Me: What are you doing?
Still no reply.
I thought for a while and sent another message.
Me: Go to bed early; staying up late is bad for your health.
This time, Qian Fan replied to me.
Qian Fan: The mortality rate for women staying up late is alarming; a woman dies suddenly every minute.
Below, there was an article about the dangers of women staying up late.
I opened the image, zoomed in, and studied it carefully.
Then, I found an article about self-discipline and sent it to Qian Fan.
Me: Self-control is a unique quality of women; excellent people never stay up late.
Below, I attached an article about self-discipline.
This time, Qian Fan replied quickly.
Qian Fan: Okay.
I was taken aback. Is that it?
Aren't we going to talk about it?
After all, we just went through a breakup.
However, since Qian Fan didn't want to bring it up, I wouldn't rush it either.
Anyway, I still didn't want to break up.
I originally planned to wait until Qian Fan calmed down before trying to cheer him up.
But after waiting a day, Qian Fan still hadn't replied to my messages.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was off.
Did I really upset Qian Fan?
After thinking it over, I decided to take the initiative.
So, I went to the supermarket to buy some sweets that Qian Fan loves, and then I made a cake myself. When I appeared in front of Qian Fan holding the cake, Qian Fan glanced at me, then at the cake, and finally reached out a hand to take it. I let out a sigh of relief.
Next, it was time for Qian Fan to eat the cake, and then we would make up as if nothing had happened. I was happily imagining this, but the next second, reality slapped me hard in the face. Qian Fan took the cake and then pulled out a charm, handing it to me. "A surprise for you."
I twitched my lips, trying hard to maintain a smile on my face. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Qian Fan picked up a spoon and leisurely started eating the cake. I took a deep breath and told myself to stay calm. It's just a surprise, not a scare. However, this cake was truly terrible—too sweet and greasy.
To my astonishment, Qian Fan finished it without changing expression. I stared in disbelief.
"What's wrong?" Qian Fan wiped their mouth, looking calm.
"Nothing, nothing at all," I shook my head and turned to leave but was called back by Qian Fan.
"Um..." Qian Fan hesitated for a moment, "Please don't make cakes anymore."
Thank you for reminding me!
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