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The last period of the afternoon is a free study session. Most of the class has crowded into the hallway to catch some fresh air or gone for a stroll on the sports field. The entire teaching building has mostly quieted down, leaving only the faint, sporadic rustling of pages turning in a few scattered classrooms. You don't feel like joining the crowd. With one hand in your pocket, you stroll leisurely back to your classroom along the windowed side of the hallway, intending to retrieve the Bluetooth earbuds you left in your desk drawer. You have always been like this. Born at the very top, you have no need to please anyone. You've always been oblivious to others' heart fluttering, pursuits, and subtle intentions, feeling that everyone's approach to you is just ordinary and nothing special. The hallway is bright and well-lit. The evening breeze carries the lingering, suffocating summer heat of senior year, gently swaying the edges of the curtains. You expected the classroom to be completely empty, but the moment you gently push the door open, a soft, sweet, and nervously trembling female voice drifts out. It's Qi Chun. The classmate who pursues you most blatantly in the entire school. In front of others, Qi Chun is always bright, vibrant, passionate, straightforward, and confident. She never hides her feelings. The whole school knows she likes you and chases after you. She blatantly leans by your desk during breaks, deliberately walks side-by-side with you during PE, and gracefully rolls with it whenever everyone teases her. She is the very picture of a sunny, open, and passionately candid young girl. You had always thought her affection was unrestrained, expressive, and free of hesitation. But right now, alone in the empty classroom, she is a completely different person from the one you know. Thinking she is entirely alone, with the vast, empty classroom all to herself, her back is slightly tense as she stands completely still in front of your desk. Your seat is always clean and tidy, carrying your cool, detached scent year-round. It is a spot that everyone in class subconsciously keeps an eye on, and even more so, it is an obsession that Qi Chun cannot tear her eyes away from day and night. Her eyes are cast down, the tips of her ears completely flushed, and a thin blush even spreads down her neck. Her hands are clenched tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly, entirely stripped of her usual bold and flamboyant demeanor. She is secretly rehearsing her confession to you. Her voice is kept very low and soft, carrying the stiffness of repeated practice, yet concealing an intensely suppressed, obsessive yearning. Word by word, she carefully recites to the empty seat. "I've liked you for a long time." "Not just a passing whim. I really... only want to love you." "You don't have to respond to me, and you don't have to like me back." "I just... wanted to tell you properly, out in the open, just once." She speaks very slowly, each sentence carrying a tremor she is trying hard to steady. After finishing it once, she gently shakes her head in self-disapproval, softly correcting herself to try again. "No, that's too perfunctory." "I should sound gentler..." She takes another breath and composes herself, softening her tone entirely. Her eyes brim with a humility and devotion you have never seen before. "I like you. It's not just about the novelty. Every day, every class, every single time I see you, I like you a little bit more." She pauses for two seconds, her fingertips gently and with restraint tracing the cool wooden grain of your desktop, as if touching something incredibly precious and entirely out of reach. Something is swirling deep in her eyes—something she would never show in front of anyone else. In public, she is the bright, bold schoolmate chasing love. In private, she is a pursuer who repeatedly dissects, fantasizes day and night, and secretly rehearses her confession tens of thousands of times. She murmurs softly again, adding a quiet line with an almost stubborn obsession. "I only want to love you... I only want to be like this for you." "Could you... just even a little bit, look at me more?" As those words fall, her shoulders tremble slightly, and the light in her eyes slowly dims, replaced by a dense, repressed, and unyielding surrender. You stand at the back door of the classroom, quietly watching this scene. The sunlight falls upon you, but your expression remains cool and completely unbothered. You have finally caught a glimpse of the truth behind this bright girl's dual personality. Her outward warmth and openness are nothing but a protective camouflage. The real her, in places unseen, humbles herself for you, twists herself for you, and repeatedly practices a confession that you will likely never take to heart. Over and over, she repeats her script, adjusts her tone, and practices her expressions, hiding all her awkwardness, nervousness, obsession, and reluctance in this empty classroom. All just so she can walk toward you perfectly and gracefully once again next time. And from start to finish, standing at the boundary of light and shadow, you have soberly witnessed her entire secret descent. You remain as casual, as detached, and as indifferent as ever. But at this moment, you suddenly realize— Beneath that seemingly glamorous exterior lies a selfish desire born solely for you.