I looked into Xia Ping's eyes and blinked twice naturally.
Then I looked into her eyes, and suddenly my eyes widened.
It felt like a whole century had passed, and she had finally finished reading my love letter...
At this moment, the school bell really rang!
Yes, it was all just my imagination.
At this moment, my hand was still tightly clutching that love letter!
Time passed second by second, but I wasn't daydreaming; I was packing my books as usual.
I was very nervous.
Finally, I saw Xia Ping walking past me and out of the classroom.
And I seemed to have lost the courage to give her the love letter.
Just as I was agonizing over whether to give up, someone patted my shoulder heavily.
I turned my head and saw those big eyes belonging to Ai Lei.
And his nervous expression.
I noticed his eyes were staring intently at my hands.
In this instant, I suddenly had the inspiration to act.
At the same time, a meticulous plan rapidly formed in my brain.
"Look, the love letter is already written."
I waved the love letter, signed with my name, in front of Ai Lei.
Before he could react, I quickly rushed out of the classroom.
I said I was very smart.
And I was good at acting.
Soon, I caught up with Xia Ping.
The first grade, where I was, was located on the second floor of the teaching building.
After leaving the classroom, one had to walk down a long corridor to reach the stairwell.
When I caught up to within one step of Xia Ping, I slowed down.
I was waiting for Ai Lei.
Finally, as I followed Xia Ping's steps to the stairwell, I heard Ai Lei calling my name from behind.
Of course, I ignored him.
I was about to start acting.
"Xia Ping!"
"Hmm?"
"This is for you!"
She took the drawing paper, which had been folded many times and was somewhat crumpled in my hand, with surprise.
Before she opened it, I quickly ran up to the third floor.
Running all the way to the corner of the third-floor stairs, I glanced back at Ai Lei, who was chasing after me.
His face was pale and bloodless.
I smiled.
I knew Ai Lei must have been terrified.
But after a brief glance at him, I looked down the stair railing.
Compared to Ai Lei, I cared more about Xia Ping's reaction.
I saw her walking while lowering her head, carefully reading the content on the drawing paper.
I saw her look up quickly in my direction after she finished reading.
Thinking back, in the time between me handing her the love letter and me escaping to the third-floor stairwell corner, she must have been watching me.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have located me so quickly.
In the moment our eyes met, I saw her face, which seemed to smile but not smile.
"Ji Tianya! I'll tell my dad on you!"
She yelled at me loudly and then, lowering her head, quickened her pace.
Soon, she disappeared from my sight.
Hearing her words, my head buzzed.
I felt like my heartbeat was about to burst through my eardrums at any moment.
I guessed my face must have turned even paler than Ai Lei's.
Xia Ping's response had completely exceeded my expectations!
"What the heck! Tianya, how did you write it?"
When Ai Lei asked me that, I remembered that my act wasn't over yet.
"I think I wrote the wrong name on the signature when I was nervous; I wrote my own name!"
Saying that, I immediately put on an expression of distress.
I said this so that, regardless of whether Xia Ping accepted my confession or not, I could remain invincible in front of my friends.
Because I "accidentally" wrote the "wrong" name.
If Xia Ping agreed to me, it would prove she liked me.
Whether she liked me before that love letter or after that love letter, it no longer mattered.
I could pretend to be wronged and accept this coincidentally good outcome.
Because I believed that if Ai Lei truly liked Xia Ping, he wouldn't bear to make Xia Ping sad.
So, he would even beg me to be with Xia Ping.
If he didn't like Xia Ping that much, it would easily make him give up.
Assuming Xia Ping rejected me, I wouldn't lose face either.
Because my "original intention" was to help Ai Lei.
For a child, making a mistake due to nervousness is easily understandable.
What's embarrassing about being rejected after writing a love letter to a girl I "don't like"?
The most important thing is that, regardless of the outcome, Ai Lei would have no reason to blame me.
This was the result I wanted most.
For me at that time, a companion who could walk home with me after school was more practical than any so-called liking.
I didn't want to lose Ai Lei, my companion on the journey.
That's right, although I was only about six years old at the time.
I could already devise such complex plans.
Most importantly, these were plans I thought of in an instant.
I have to say, I am truly a genius.
A genius scumbag.
Unfortunately, even if I had a year to plan at that age, I would never have predicted that Xia Ping would "tell her dad"!
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Because if it were me, no matter what happened, I would never think of telling my dad or mom.
I felt my affairs were none of their business.
They would only find it troublesome.
This feeling was mainly brought about by my mother.
Because no matter what happened to me, she would hurl endless annoyed curses at me.
As for my father, I never even had the chance to tell him anything.
Because I rarely saw him.
As I stood there stunned by this unexpected outcome, Ai Lei's next words plunged me into even deeper despair.
"Tianya, you're finished! Xia Ping's dad is a police officer! Wait for her dad to arrest you tomorrow!"
I didn't know what a police officer was, only that it was someone with the power to arrest me.
For me, someone who could arrest my father was akin to a deity.
It was a being equivalent to Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Jade Emperor, the Monkey King, and other immortals.
It seemed that before I, the grown-up police officer me, arrested my father, I would first be arrested by Xia Ping's father, who was already a police officer.
When I was so scared that I wished I could jump off the building and end it all.
Fang Zhu suddenly appeared before me.
I guess, seeing that Ai Lei and I weren't heading towards the teaching building exit after school, but inexplicably running to the third floor, he followed out of curiosity, wanting to find out what was going on.