在大一第二学期开始时,一位新来的女生转入了我们班.她真的很漂亮,穿着时髦.班主任给她分配了一个座位,就在我前面.当天气变暖时,她开始穿裙子上课,而我...嗯,我经常偷偷瞥她一眼.
也许是因为她长得太好看,班上很多男生都喜欢她.不少人甚至给她写了情书.老实说,我也喜欢她——她很漂亮——起初,我想像其他男生一样给她写一封信.但我太骄傲了.我害怕她会拒绝我,然后我就会丢脸.
一个多月过去了.许多男人都向她投掷情书,但她似乎对其中任何一封都不感兴趣.我开始想——她只是不喜欢任何人,还是根本不想要一段关系?
我的同桌有一头天生的卷发,所以我给他起了个绰号"卷发".他自己给她写了两封情书,但又不好意思亲自交出来,所以他让我送来.结果是悲剧性的——两封信都像石头一样沉下去,消失得无影无踪.
一天下午在食堂,Curly 试图说服我对 Xia Shi 采取行动."这么多人已经出局了,"我说过."我不是班上的佼佼者,我也没有那么帅.她为什么喜欢我?
"你永远不知道,"Curly 说."不同的人有不同的笔触.也许你正是她的类型.除非你尝试,否则不会知道.
他的话让我思考——如果我真的和夏石在一起,我会让全校羡慕不已.在从自助餐厅回来的路上,我买了一些花哨的文具来写情书.
晚上自习时,我偷偷开始写作.我甚至从藏央嘉措的情诗中抄了几句,让它听起来更浪漫.就在我开始的时候,Curly 把我踢到桌子底下,然后猛地把他的下巴朝窗户翘了起来.
我坐在过道旁,外面是走廊.当我抬起头时,班主任正透过窗户瞪着我,脸色阴沉.她一定已经观察了一段时间,因为她清楚地看到我在写这封信.
惊慌失措的我把那封未写的信塞进了我的书桌——但为时已晚.老师走进来,停在我面前,伸出手."我看到了一切.交出来.
"我只是在做作业,"我撒了谎."不信我就问问王凯."
王凯——Curly 的真名——犹豫了一下,但还没等他说话,老师就瞪了他一眼,让他沉默地低下了头.
她懒得催促他.相反,她把我推到一边,从我的书桌上拽出那封信,然后略读了一遍.然后,令我惊恐的是,她走到教室前面,大声读了出来.
全班同学都大笑起来.夏石甚至转过身来瞪了我一眼.老师得意地笑了笑."可悲.你甚至不能写一封情书而不抄袭.
我的脸因羞辱而燃烧.她只是在所有人面前毁了我的尊严.我很生气.
"出去.现在,"她厉声说.
我没有动.
她的声音变得危险."我说,跟我去办公室."
她的表情很可怕.我知道我陷入了深深的困境,但我别无选择.我跟着她出去了.
在办公室里,她坐在办公桌后面,仍然生气."张成,大学是用来学习的.如果你不认真对待它,那很好——但打扰别人呢?那该受罚.
我一直低着头.从什么时候开始写情书会受到惩罚?我之所以能进入这所城市学院,是因为我爸爸的人脉.如果我受到纪律处分,他会杀了我.
"你真的想来这里吗?"她问道.
"我害怕真正的后果,喃喃自语道:"是的.
"那就给我写一份正式的道歉信吧.现在.
她只是想吓唬我,我松了一口气,赶紧说:"对不起,江女士.
她点点头,把一张纸和一支笔滑向我,让我坐在她旁边写下我的忏悔.好.如果这就是避免惩罚的唯一条件,我会这样做.
唱到一半时,她的手机响了起来.她看了一眼,然后突然站了起来."在你走之前把这个吃完,"她命令道,然后冲了出去.
当我收尾时,她的手机又亮了起来——一条微信通知.好奇心战胜了我.我捡起了它.
这条信息来自一个名叫"Mumu"的男人:"你在做什么?
I scrolled through their chat history.
And what I saw stunned me.
An idea hit me. What if… I added her on WeChat?
I pulled out my phone and sent her a friend request—using a burner account so she wouldn't recognize me. After putting her phone back, I finished the apology and left it on her desk.
When I returned to class, dozens of eyes locked onto me. Curly smirked. "How bad was it?"
"Just had to write a damn confession," I grumbled.
Xia Shi's seat was empty. "Where'd she go?"
"After you left, she asked the monitor for leave and took off."
Great. After today's embarrassment, she'd probably never speak to me again.
Back in the dorm, I washed up and flopped onto my bed. Curly tried to chat, but I ignored him.
Then I remembered—Jiang Qingqing's WeChat.
I logged in and sent her a message:
"How've you been lately?"
Almost instantly, she replied:
"Who is this?"
I smirked and typed:
"Wow, you forgot about me that fast?"
She sent a blushing emoji. "Seriously, who are you?"
I played along. "If you don't remember, fine. I'll remind you in person next time."
She stopped pressing. "What are you up to now?"
"Long day at work. Just relaxing," I lied.
"Same. Teaching is exhausting."
I knew her schedule—she'd only had two classes today.
"Ugh," she added. "One of my students ruined my mood today."
Oh, this was about me.
"What happened?" I asked innocently.
"Caught a boy writing a love letter in class. He had the nerve to talk back."
I grinned. She has no idea it's me. "What'd you do to him?"
"Threatened to report him. He panicked, apologized, and wrote a confession like a good boy."
So she was just bluffing. I changed the subject, and soon we were chatting about music, movies…
And just like that, the game began.