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Secret Love: My Romance with the Idol
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After a drunken outburst, I unexpectedly found myself and the guy I've secretly admired for seven years thrust into the spotlight of public opinion. My life turned into a farce, with incessant harassing calls every day.
At midnight, the piercing ringtone jolted me awake from my dream of being with my crush. Annoyed, I snapped: "Enough already! Stop calling every day! Be careful, or I'll draw a curse on your whole family!"
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then I heard the voice I had longed for over the past seven years: "Um... hello, it's me..." Each word struck my heart like a hammer, sending it into disarray once again.
I thought I hadn't fully woken up and rubbed my eyes vigorously, but the three clear words on the screen remained glaring: Song Xingchen? The dazzling star from high school, now a top idol shining brightly in the entertainment industry?
My hand trembled slightly as I held my phone. Had the harassing calls escalated to this level? My heart raced as I had just lost my composure. Clearing my throat, I asked incredulously, "Hello, is this you...?"
A deep and magnetic voice came through the line, tinged with a hint of fatigue. Just hearing that familiar voice made my heart race. "Is this... Li Wangyue?" There was a slight hesitation in his tone.
I paused for a moment before softly responding. The floodgates of memory opened instantly, pulling me back to high school. At that time, Song Xingchen was the most dazzling figure in school—excellent in academics and talented in singing and dancing; he was involved in every cultural activity.
Not only were girls from our grade infatuated with him, but even seniors from grades two and three would light up upon seeing him. Meanwhile, I was just a quiet girl who secretly admired him; the only attention I received was being known as "the male god's deskmate."
Countless girls sought opportunities to get close to me just so I could help them pass love letters to him. Perhaps he chose me as his deskmate because he thought I was quieter and wouldn't chatter around him like other girls did. So throughout those three years of high school, I tried to speak as little as possible to avoid disturbing him, only occasionally stealing glances at him through the gaps in my books while he slept on his desk.
Even if I could only get this close, my heart was filled with sweetness.
"I am... Song Xingchen." There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before he spoke firmly, "Do you remember me? We were in high school..."
Hearing his voice again, my thoughts gradually returned.
"I remember! Of course I remember! You were my deskmate!" I almost blurted it out, fearing that if I hesitated for even a second, I would miss something important.
"I'm sorry, I just cursed the wrong person..."
A light laugh came from the other end, as if he had let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear. I thought after all these years, you might have forgotten me."
"How could I forget?" I tightened my grip on the phone, my heart racing as if it would leap out of my chest. "But how did you get my number?"
I had changed my phone number when college started and hadn't told anyone except my close friend Lin Xiaoxiao.
At that moment, I felt just as timid as years ago and asked a question without thinking. My face felt hot, like a ripe tomato ready to burst.
"It's a long story..." Sensing my embarrassment, Song Xingchen's voice became a bit lower. "I've been trying to find a number, an old number for a long time, and today I finally found it."
I felt puzzled. An old number? Why would he want to find an old number? Did he specifically seek out my contact information?
My heart raced; some long-buried feelings were about to emerge.
"I... I'm not sure I understand what you mean," I said, feigning ignorance.
"Well," Song Xingchen paused before changing the subject, "Do you remember? During our senior year, at the Campus Singer Competition..."
Campus Singer Competition? Senior year? I tried hard to recall.
That year's campus singing competition... I was helping backstage when suddenly there was a cheer from the audience. Peeking out, I saw Song Xingchen shining on stage; his voice was like heavenly music.
"I remember... You performed exceptionally well that day; everyone was cheering for you!" My tone carried a hint of excitement, as if I had returned to that youthful moment.
"But... before that competition, I couldn't find my accompaniment tape." Song Xingchen's voice suddenly dropped.
"Without the tape, I couldn't compete properly; I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. That competition was very important to me."
"Later, a girl helped me find the tape; she said it had accidentally fallen into a corner backstage and she picked it up..."
"After the competition ended, I've always wanted to find that girl to thank her in person, but..." Song Xingchen's voice carried a hint of regret. "I searched the entire playground but couldn't find her."
Hearing this made my heart skip a beat.
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