Lin Guoguo decided that today would be the day she confessed her feelings.
She practiced her lines for three days, smiling at the mirror like a toothpaste model.
At noon, she took a deep breath and slipped her love letter into Chen Yao's shoe locker—
only to realize it was the teacher's locker.
Worse still, that afternoon the teacher read it out loud in class:
"Ahem… 'Yao Yao, I like you. Your smile feels like the winter sun—it's so warm that I can't even focus on my homework.' Hmm, quite poetic."
The whole class burst out laughing.
Chen Yao, sitting behind her, was laughing so hard he almost fell off his chair.
Guoguo's soul instantly left her body and floated above the ceiling, watching her life collapse in slow motion.
After class, she was packing her bag in shame when Chen Yao came over.
He whispered, "Next time, you can just tell me directly. You don't need the teacher's help."
Her ears turned red.
"So… what's your answer?" she asked.
He grinned. "If I'm the winter sun, then you must be my hot chocolate."
From that day on, every time Guoguo saw the teacher, she silently thought—
"Thank you… for starting my love life early."