Chapter 69: The Psychology of Waiting

  When she met him again, it was on the way back to the classroom during recess. She and Gu Siqian walked silently behind him, just one meter away. He was walking slowly in front of her, alone. She and he were so close that she could even step on the shadow cast by the sunlight behind him. But his heart, no matter how hard she tried to grasp it, remained elusive.

  Qiao Anyu wanted to let him know she was right behind him, but didn't want to draw his attention at the cost of damaging her elegant lady image by speaking loudly. She could only walk quietly, and Gu Sichen also understood her mind, silently accompanying her as they walked.

  Suddenly, Gu Siyan had a perfect idea, pretending to be forced to raise her voice due to the crowded and noisy crowd, she said loudly: "Yu Liang, I want to tell you something..."

  Qiao Anyu was startled by Gu Sichen's sudden words, while Su Yuzhe in front suddenly turned his head back, facing her flustered eyes, smiled slightly and turned his head back again.

  Everything happened too fast, the whole process only took a few seconds. Su Yuze's gaze, a smile, seemed like the most energetic beam of sunlight, directly shot into her heart, dissolving all unease and despair into a syrupy sweetness that spread throughout her body with each heartbeat, like an electric current passing through every nerve, she felt a tingling sweetness.

  Is this what it feels like to be electrocuted?

  Qiao Anyu was both surprised and embarrassed, her feet seemed rooted to the spot, but it was Gu Siyan who pulled her back to the classroom.

  Did he understand her letter? He should also like himself a bit. But why didn't he reply? Maybe he thinks it's not the right time yet.

  Her mind suddenly came up with many questions with "he" as the subject, but no one gave her an answer.

  The aftermath of this matter was that Qiao An Yu Liang continued to write letters to him every month, all of which were ambiguous love poems, because he never got a response, Gu Si Xian jokingly called them "unrequited love poems".

  Qiao Anyu didn't mind at all, Su Yuzhe's "profound" gaze was her greatest motivation. It is said that unrequited love is bitter, but she didn't feel that way. She had fantasies and expectations, so it wasn't bitter.

  "Girl, your letter!" Shu Zimo held a letter and ran excitedly in front of her to show off.

  "Give it to me!" Qiao Anyu finally opened her mouth, and with a "ding", she jumped up from the chair, stretched out her hand to grab.

  Shu Zimo raised his hand and held it above his head, tauntingly saying: "If you've got the guts, come and take it!"

  Qiao An Yu Liang only then discovered that this little guy had unknowingly grown taller than her by a head, and his arms were incredibly long. She suddenly thought of an animal - the orangutan, and couldn't help but let out a "heh" of laughter.

  "Hey girl, what's so funny?" Shu Zimo was perplexed.

  Qiao An regretted that she had just been too impatient, which would only make him realize how important this letter was to her. He loved to find trouble for people like her, so he must be holding onto the letter, at least until he had teased her enough before giving it back to her.

  Qiao An sat down calmly, pretending to be nonchalant and not giving him another glance, continuing with her own business, but in fact she was anxious to death.

  "Are you done?" Subo Mo was trying to tease her, but she didn't play along. It's no fun playing alone, the only thing that made him happy was that she finally opened her mouth and spoke to him, even if it was just two words. During the days when she wasn't speaking to him, he felt like he was going to get a disease called "autism".

  "What a big shot, going to the mailroom to help you get your mail, not only no thank you, but also with a thin face and a cold butt, like Huang Shiren's petty behavior towards Yang Bailao. Making a fool of oneself." Shu Zimo threw the letter on her desk, feeling wronged for himself.

  "Thanks." Qiao Anyu threw a cold sentence at him, implying that he should leave.

  "Who is it that's courting death again?" Shu Zimo glanced at the words on the envelope, thinking it was a love letter, and snorted coldly before walking away.

  The person who ran into a nail is obviously you. But I just want to find an excuse for myself.

  Qiao Anyu took out the envelope with hope, but it was the handwriting of "Piaoxue", not his.

  She forced a smile and listlessly stuffed the letter into her backpack.