The chirping of the cicadas was the midsummer.
The dancing shadows of the trees and the rustling of the locust trees. The wind that occasionally brushed past the steel and concrete was filled with an unknown fragrance and freshness.
It belonged to a certain flower, or someone.
The white floral dress was like a blooming lily, swaying with the scent of first love. That tranquil and beautiful face under the window was always pouring out its happiness and anger to a paper novel. Sometimes it was smiling, sometimes it was sad.
[So jealous …]
[If only I were that book.]
"Oh, Jiang Chen, you're drooling." Zhao Peng moved closer to Jiang Chen's ear and squeezed him with a smirk.
"Shut up." Jiang Chen glanced at him before turning his body slightly and sleeping on the table.
It was as if he was just looking at them unintentionally.
"Ahem, I'll say. If you like Yao Tingting, then go after her! "Jiang Chen suddenly jumped up and covered his best friend's mouth.
"Do you want to die!" Jiang Chen grabbed Zhao Peng's neck and roared at him with a flushed face.
Zhao Peng's face was filled with a perverted expression as he rolled his eyes and pretended to be dead.
The girls at the table in front of them turned around and giggled as they watched the two of them fooling around. The boys who were close to Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng immediately surrounded them and shouted.
As if attracted by the noise, the goddess noticed them.
It was a slightly perplexed gaze.
Jiang Chen felt like his heart was about to stop.
His ears began to heat up.
His skin was heating up.
Yao Tingting seemed to think the classroom was too noisy, so she closed her book and quietly left the classroom.
"Ah! Fu * k, you used your teeth?! "Jiang Chen covered his hand in pain and shook off Zhao Peng.
"Fu * k, you almost suffocated me to death." Zhao Peng breathed heavily as he held his chest and rolled his eyes at Jiang Chen.
The boys saw that there was no more drama to watch, so they all laughed and left. The two girls in front of them also began to discuss the TV series from last night. Everything in the classroom returned to peace.
However, there were only curtains fluttering in the wind on the windowsill.
It was a daily routine, fulfilling and just like before.
He felt that all of this was familiar, as if it had happened somewhere before.
…
June 11, 2171, Summer.
The first summer vacation of high school was coming, and it wouldn't be long before the exams.
I peeked at her again today.
He had made up his mind to bury his feelings for her in the bottom of his heart.
No, that's not right. Perhaps it's just as Zhao Peng said, I should chase after her?
No, no, no, this is too difficult … She is so beautiful, and her grades are so good. There must be a lot of people who like her. If I rashly opened my mouth and got rejected, then wouldn't we not even be friends anymore?
Huh? They didn't seem to be friends at all.
…
"Ahhhh." Jiang Chen threw the diary on the bed behind him, then he laid on the table and covered his head with his hands.
It was absolutely true! If this diary was left behind, it would definitely become a dark history! Sob sob sob … Forget it if I die. No, damn it! I'm a man, what's there to be conflicted about! If you like me, then rape me. What's the point of confessing? If he couldn't get her, he would sleep with her. If he couldn't get her, he would drug her. If they broke up, he would send her nude photos. He couldn't even afford to go to jail, yet he dared to say that he liked her! What's the use of being conflicted?
Eh, there seems to be a strange joke?
… So conflicted.
Staring at the electronic clock on the table, Jiang Chen's eyes were blank.
It took him a while to recover from this unnatural state.
"Is this the so-called trouble of puberty?" After a moment of silence, Jiang Chen let out a sigh and scratched his messy hair.
[Eh? Don't I have short hair?] Jiang Chen paused for a moment as his hand subconsciously stopped.
[It should be an illusion. Who would want to shave such an ugly short hair?]
"Speaking of which, when did I start writing a diary? What's the point of keeping it? Is it to embarrass myself in the future? "Jiang Chen glanced at the electronic clock on the side and sighed.
"It's already eight o 'clock. Whatever, I don't want to think about her anymore. I'll go watch TV and relax. "
With this in mind, Jiang Chen stood up, stretched his stiff limbs, and walked to the living room.
Because he went to school alone, his parents weren't by his side. This … When did it start?
It seemed to be the beginning of his first year of high school.
Clear memories instantly surfaced in his mind and filled in the slightly strange blankness.
Walking into the kitchen, Jiang Chen opened the fridge door and took out a bottle of coke before walking to the living room.
Sitting on the soft sofa, he took out a cup from the coffee table and poured himself a glass of coke. Then, he comfortably pressed the remote in his hand.
The intertwining light and shadows weaved into a light blue screen. Just like a window, behind the window scenes were playing out.
The TV series just started.
…
"Hehehe, before I finish training you, I won't let you go so easily." The woman switched positions between her legs. The white luster once again made Ryan's heart beat uncontrollably. Her slender jade-like hands lazily supported her beautiful face as she comfortably leaned on the armrest of the noble chair. Her posture was extremely similar to a decadent but beautiful Gothic noblewoman.
"Do you want to know your current state?"
Clayon felt a trace of an evil smile appear on that hazy and beautiful face. His Adam's apple moved as he tried to clear his vision, but it was futile. It didn't feel good, as if he was a piece of fish on the chopping board.
"Then look under your feet."
Ryan subconsciously looked down and saw that his feet were currently soaking in a shallow pool with a few floating petals. [The fragrance of the tuberose comes from under my feet?] He used his drowsy consciousness to analyze.
Through the reflection in the pool, he vaguely saw his situation. At this moment, he seemed to be tied to a cross, his hands and feet firmly bound by thin iron chains. But what was strange was that he didn't feel any blood rushing to his head.
"Don't you think it's beautiful …"
…
seemed to be a popular TV series recently. The two girls at the table in front of him were probably discussing the plot of this TV series.
Jiang Chen thought nonchalantly as he stared blankly at the screen.
It was a steampunk-style TV series adapted from a novel. The fantasy should be from the primitive era. But this type of TV series was surprisingly popular. Under the effect of the holographic projection, it was as if the viewers were personally watching the scene.
Logically speaking, it should be a very exciting scene. Speaking of which, is it really okay to show this kind of thing on TV?
But Jiang Chen didn't know why he wasn't interested at all. He just stared blankly and even had the illusion that he wanted to yawn.
[The guy named Ryan will be bitten by the vampire, but he probably won't die because according to … wait, why does this plot look so familiar?] [Shameless plagiarism …]
Jiang Chen cursed in his mind as he took a sip of coke. His eyebrows unconsciously furrowed.
"Is it because I like to drink Coke?" He subconsciously took a bottle from the fridge just now.
As soon as the words came out, he realized the question was a bit dumb.
The plot on the screen continued.
Ryan didn't die, and the vampire only sucked a portion of his blood. Then, Ryan was carried away by the vampire's maid, and the TV series began to play the credits.
[Of course, if the main character died, how can the story continue?]
Jiang Chen turned off the TV and glanced at the clock.
[It's already this late. I should go to sleep.] Jiang Chen thought as he got up and walked to the bedroom.
When he saw the diary on the bed, he hesitated for a moment before he let out a sigh.
"I should just tear it up. If such a shameful diary is seen by others, I'd rather die." Jiang Chen walked over with a bitter smile and picked up the diary.
He tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can beside the table. From the spine of the diary, there were a lot of jagged edges on the pages. It was obvious that this was not the first time he destroyed his dark history.
He threw the diary on the table and threw himself onto the bed. Jiang Chen buried his sleepy head into the pillow. He hugged the soft pillow and let out a long breath.
[That's it for today.
Tomorrow … I'll try to confess to her tomorrow.]
[Even if I get rejected, at least I won't have any regrets.]
Just like that, with anxiety and hope, the adolescent boy fell into a deep sleep.
The electronic watch on the table silently pulsed with cold symbols.
11:59
12:00
The green light on the side of the electronic watch flickered almost imperceptibly.
As if it was premeditated, the title page of the diary lying on the table was blown open by the wind.
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