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She said she had a crush on a boy for four years. It all started in Junior Two when he transferred to her class and sat behind her. One day, his pen fell, and she picked it up for him. His long legs stretched under her bench, and she accidentally stepped on his foot. He teased her with his words, and she often leaned back against his desk... Gradually, feelings blossomed.
“He's tall and handsome!”
But unfortunately, the boy didn't perform well academically and had to repeat the year. She moved on to high school while he stayed in Junior Three. When she entered Senior Three, he advanced to Senior Two, and the teaching buildings of Senior Three and Senior Two were separated by an open space, allowing them to gaze at each other from afar.
“That window—” she pointed to the window on the right, “that’s their class. If you stand by the window, you can see him always sleeping with his head down on the desk!”
“Good eye!”
“A couple of days ago, I saw him playing basketball on the playground. So many girls were watching him! I still remember his QQ number, so Beibei, can I borrow your phone?”
I pulled out my phone from under a pile of practice books, glanced around to ensure no teachers were passing by, and handed it to her.
She returned to her seat and fiddled with it for a while before squatting down next to me, looking pitiful as she whispered, “I’m scared.”
Ah, the innocence of youth.
“What should we do?”
“Can you add him on QQ for me?”
“Sure, my QQ password is ‘wodeweilaia’ in lowercase.”
She slipped back to her seat and then returned again.
“He accepted! He accepted, Beibei!”
“Uh, then just chat with him. Tell him who you are, ask if he remembers you, and say you've had a crush on him for four years…”
“No way! I can’t do that! Beibei, please help me chat with him. I’m so scared… I’m begging you.”
I’m a straightforward person; when she asked me for help, I agreed. I opened the chat box where he asked, “Who is this?” I replied that I was adding him for a friend who has liked him for four years since Junior Two when she sat in front of him. They used to tease each other; did he remember? He said he couldn’t recall. I replied that she was a very pretty girl with a high ponytail and wasn’t short either; he should think hard about it. He responded by asking about me instead.
Throughout our conversation, I maintained my role as a bridge for my friend, acting like a matchmaker determined to promote her to him. In between messages, I advised her:
“You need to realize we’re already in Senior Three; the countdown to college entrance exams is right there on the blackboard. If you start dating him now, it could jeopardize your future. What do you want more—your future or love?”
She cradled her head in distress. “Oh no! But I don’t want to miss this opportunity!”
“Then confess your feelings to him in person; see how he responds!”
On the night they agreed to meet, a cool breeze blew as we walked to the iron gate outside. The playground lay beyond the gate, which stood before us like a portal to heaven or hell.
She suddenly hesitated.
“Beibei, I’m scared. Why don’t you go in first and help me greet him? Once you two are done talking, you can come out and call me.”
I sighed and made my way to the gate alone.
The inner side of the four-hundred-meter oval rubber track was lined with shaded artificial grass, while trees grew in the corners of the outer edge, accompanied by stone tables and benches. On the playground, athletes were running, friends were strolling, boys were playing ball, couples were sneaking off for a date, and of course, there was the ever-watchful Director of Instruction.
Our school’s Director of Instruction never needed to shine a flashlight when catching couples; the administrative building on the left side of the playground had a massive spotlight on its roof that illuminated the entire area with its blinding brightness.
He stood in the beam of light wearing a jersey over a leather jacket, his thick black hair dancing in the glow. He quietly waited for me to approach him, hands tucked into his pants pockets.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere or perhaps his appearance, but undeniably, there was a moment when my heart raced.
Yet I fulfilled my duty as promised and awkwardly walked up to him, pointing at the iron gate. Before I could speak, he smiled from the shadows and called my name,
“Beibei.”
Suddenly feeling lost, I stammered,
“She’s outside and too scared to come in. Wait for me a moment; I’ll go find her.”
I turned and ran back to the gate, but her original spot was empty. I hurriedly called her name while searching for her figure in the darkness. After circling around the iron gate without finding her, I reluctantly returned to him, breathless.
“Sorry, I couldn’t find her. She might have gone into the playground; let’s look for her again.”
Without waiting for him to respond, I walked ahead and called her name as I ran along most of the track but still received no reply.
“I’m sorry; I really don’t know where she went. She was supposed to come with me…”
“Do we really need to find her? I like you, Beibei.”
My footsteps came to an abrupt halt as I turned around, scratching my head and smiling awkwardly.
“What are you joking about? I was just confessing on her behalf; how did I get dragged into this? Since we can’t find her, she might have gone back to the dormitory. I’ll head back too. Goodbye.”
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