He and that girl (in full)

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He and the Girl (

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, Downloads: 96) Their first formal meeting was on the afternoon of a departmental assembly.
Out of respect for his friend, a departmental officer, he always attended the assemblies—but that was all. Aside from a few things he was genuinely interested in, he usually didn't even bother raising his hand to vote.
However, the recent departmental assemblies seemed to be getting a bit more lively, as it was the beginning of the new semester, and freshmen were always more enthusiastic about everything.
At the start of the semester, there were so many things to organize, making the departmental assemblies particularly lively, mainly for events like the orientation camp, inter-departmental basketball, and cheerleading competitions. Although these events were still far off—the cheerleading competition wasn't even scheduled for the next semester—the departmental officers had already begun their vigorous promotion and preparations, which was understandable.
After leaving the assembly, he rubbed his eyes, wondering if these activities, primarily for freshmen, would require support from the second-year students and above.
Last year, as a freshman, he participated in basketball games and cheerleading activities. He remembered a few upperclassmen joining in, but he wasn't sure if they were student leaders or just extra helpers recruited from upperclassmen.
Anyway, he hoped they weren't. If they did ask for help, he figured it was best to refuse. He'd experienced that last year; it was time for him to sit in the stands.
"Wait a minute, upperclassman."
Just as he was thinking, a voice called out to him.
This was his first official meeting with the girl.
It wasn't exactly love at first sight. In fact, he was followed by more than one group of five or six female freshmen. The girl among them didn't immediately leave a particularly strong impression.
They were one of the first small groups of freshmen to form a close-knit group. Several of them were the more academically driven type, and they were chatting with some department council members, hoping to gather more information about the professors. One of them happened to be a friend of his from the department council. Seeing him walk out, that friend immediately called the group of girls to chase after him, claiming that all the important information was with him.
He was somewhat amused and exasperated. Young men of this age inevitably exhibit some affected traits, and his own affected traits, to put it nicely, were calm and taciturn; to put it bluntly
, he was a bit of a show-off. This indirectly resulted in his social circle not being very active. Including his friend from the department council, all his friends were only acquaintances because they "happened to sit very close." He narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.
A group of chattering girls surrounding him wasn't an unpleasant thing for a senior, a young man. None of the girls were particularly unattractive; in fact, they were all quite striking. His friend from the department council certainly wouldn't be impatient with it.
Therefore, the sudden request for these female students to shift their focus to him might have been because his friend was busy with other things, but a mischievous intent was also likely involved.
He smiled wryly to himself. Since his friend had offered such "good intentions," how could he not uphold his dignity as a senior?
In fact, it was true that he was quite familiar with some professors, and recommending him wasn't wrong. Since the female students were here, offering advice as a senior wasn't a big deal, and the temporary illusion of being the center of attention was enough to make him feel a little smug.
Until he finished speaking and the group of female students left, the girl was still just an ordinary face in his mind; he didn't even remember what she had said during the conversation.
However, later, recalling their first meeting, the girl's image became clearer.
A simple, neat ponytail reaching her waist.
A complexion that wasn't quite a deep tan, but still had a very healthy glow.
A cheerful, bell-like voice, and eyes that sometimes blinked and sometimes curved into smiles.
In fact, his initial image of an ideal partner was quite different from that girl's.
Cute, petite, quiet, introverted, shy, gentle, and considerate—she seemed like a little bird needing protection, as lovable as a doll, and preferably loved reading, like a princess who lived forever in a library…
that was his ideal type.
Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to seriously use such a dreamlike standard to find a partner; this image was mostly for self-entertainment, and he remained a believer in fate when it came to relationships.
However, the girl who actually entered his life was so different from his ideal type that it slightly surprised him.
In terms of physique, his ideal petite figure stemmed from his desire to enjoy the feeling of a woman nestled against him. His sexual fantasies during his virgin years often included positions like the "train bento" position, where the smaller the woman, the better. Even though he rarely had a specific, fixed sexual fantasy, holding a woman tightly, leaving her with no support but his own body, and thrusting fiercely until she begged for mercy, was often the highlight of his masturbation.
It wasn't that the girl was as tall as a model or even a supermodel; it's just that he was about 176cm tall, while the girl was close to 170cm. When they stood together, although they looked quite well-matched, they weren't quite his ideal type.
The difference in personality was even more obvious. The girl was cheerful and lively, seemingly born to be surrounded by grass and sunshine. While not a particularly outstanding athlete, she certainly had a well-proportioned figure that seemed perfectly suited for track and field. However, she had never consciously developed in that direction, so whether she truly had that potential remained a mystery.
In terms of appearance, since his ideal type was just an empty shell, there was no real comparison point; it was mainly based on the concept of "cute," or rather, the atmosphere created by her temperament and appearance.
In any case, if you were to pinpoint the keyword for that girl's first impression, it wouldn't usually be "cute." A more suitable adjective would probably be "spirited."
Not the kind of aura of an organizational leader; that girl had basically never held any leadership position. Her spiritedness was closer to the confidence of an athlete, a soaring and joyful spirit.
Later, he secretly made a comparison for himself in his mind.
In the past, he dreamed of lifting a princess up in his arms.
In the end, however, he held hands tightly with a female knight.
At this time, he was naturally completely unaware of the girl's various characteristics.
He began to truly be impressed by that girl two weeks after their first meeting.
That evening, after class, he was riding his motorcycle back to his rented apartment, passing through a food street, which was his regular place to grab a bite.
"Uh... Senior?"
Standing in front of the stall, waiting for his dinner, he turned around at the sound of her voice and met the girl's slightly uncertain gaze. Her face was flushed, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat.
He quickly recalled a face he vaguely remembered from two weeks ago, and then smiled and said, "Oh, junior, you're buying dinner too?"
"Luckily, I didn't mistake you for someone else." The girl's slightly shrugged shoulders relaxed, and she smiled, continuing, "Yeah, it's on my way anyway, so I thought I'd just try everything on this street and see if I can make a culinary impression this semester."
"Hmm, that's a huge undertaking. Actually, I thought about it before, but I only tried a few places halfway through, and I still haven't finished this great project." As he spoke, he pondered the girl's words and suddenly felt a sense of doubt. He asked curiously, "Wait, on my way? You don't live on campus?" After
a few seconds of pause, the girl seemed to be thinking about something before replying, "Yeah, I rent an apartment outside."
"I see." He nodded, indicating his understanding. "It's a bit of a shame I've never lived in an on-campus dormitory. I lived there for a year, and living with others inevitably felt a bit restrictive, but it was also a fun experience, and convenient for attending classes.
Two years, but moving off-campus early isn't bad either. Anyway, it's hard for second-year students and above to get a room through the lottery. Like me, starting my third year this semester, I was pitifully kicked out—my luck was just too bad."
The girl lightly touched her chin with her index finger, tilted her head slightly, and smiled, saying, "That's not quite right, senior, your luck is already very good."
"Oh?"
The girl pouted and continued, "I originally wanted to live on-campus, it's cheaper, but… I didn't get a spot, so I had to move out."
He also opened his mouth in surprise: "Didn't get a spot? That's really unlucky."
Generally speaking, first-year students are mostly guaranteed a spot when drawing lots for on-campus dormitory beds, but there are indeed a small number of people who still don't get one.
"So…" The girl shrugged helplessly.
The shop owner was almost finished preparing his dinner. He took out his wallet and, noticing the girl didn't seem to be riding a motorcycle, said while taking out the money, "Do you have a bike? Do you need a ride? If you're on this street, and it's not necessary to ride onto the main road, you won't get caught without a helmet."
After this question, the girl was silent for a few seconds. Only after he paid and received his dinner did she slowly nod and say, "Then... thank you for your help, senior."
After the girl bought her dinner and climbed onto the back of the already started motorcycle, she gave him a general location. The man in front of him asked in surprise, "You live there? It takes half an hour to walk to school... no, it might take longer, right? I also live nearby, but I have a motorcycle, but you..."
The girl on the back smiled wryly, "I don't like living in places that are too noisy. This area is full of shops, right? I quickly skipped this area and accidentally ended up further back. Just when I was thinking it was getting too far, I found a place that I liked in terms of price and facilities. After hesitating for a while, I decided to stay. It's a bit far, but it's okay. Leaving an hour earlier is fine."
"I see..."
After starting his ride, he wondered if he should offer to give her a ride to and from school in the future.
However, he quickly dismissed the idea. First, it would be too abrupt; second, he wasn't particularly interested in pursuing this girl at the time, and offering her a ride was just a casual question; third, their classes might not be compatible. They just happened to finish at the same time today, but that didn't mean they would all have the same schedule from Monday to Friday.
Halfway through the ride, he checked the rearview mirror several times, looking at the girl behind him.
It wasn't that he was intentionally trying to admire the girl's appearance, but rather... to make sure she hadn't fallen off
the bike. He felt almost no contact with anyone behind him; the girl's hands weren't on his waist or shoulder, meaning she was holding onto the rear handlebar for balance, which was normal. But apart from that, he felt absolutely nothing on his back. Luckily, the bike still felt its weight, preventing him from thinking he was carrying a ghostly female student.
Much later, while chatting with the girl, he learned that she had leaned back almost entirely, her buttocks practically resting on her own hand holding the handlebar. She chose this awkward and uncomfortable way to ride because she didn't want too much physical contact with him.
It wasn't that she had a bad impression of him; given his reliable senior-like demeanor during their initial meeting, among the people she'd met in the short time since starting university, she already had a good impression of him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have approached him to chat when they saw each other on the street.
Although she seemed outgoing and carefree, the girl, living alone for the first time, was actually quite wary. Even though she was the one who greeted him first, her defensive instincts kicked in when he asked about her address and offered to take her home.
If it weren't for the fact that she was tired from a physical education class that day, and the motorcycle was a huge temptation, she would have seriously considered refusing.
After all, the common perception was that a "new junior" was essentially "the prey of the upperclassmen."
After dropping her off, they didn't talk much more; she waved goodbye and walked into the alley.
He didn't run into her again for the next few days and quickly forgot about the encounter.
However, since they were students in the same department, even if they didn't bump into each other off-campus, they were still likely to meet on campus.
One evening, after his classes were over, he sensed something amiss in the course schedule, guessing that he would soon need to use some reference books.
Based on experience, waiting until the teacher announces the book before rushing to the library is too slow; it might already be checked out. Then you'd either have to scramble to borrow a copy, spend money to buy the book, or just grab whatever's readily available online to get by, only to get a low grade from this fairly strict teacher…
Rather than fall into those predicaments, it's better to act first.
So he went to the library, and that's how he saw the figure sitting at the corner table.
Just looking at the back wasn't enough to be sure, so he walked to the person diagonally in front of them and finally saw their face clearly. At the same time, the person looked up from the book on the table.
"Ah, senior." The girl paused, surprised.
Unlike the last time they met, this time the girl was wearing black-rimmed glasses.
"Hi, you're looking for a book?"
"Yes." The girl smiled broadly, her hands rubbing against the pages of the book on the table, seemingly trying to hide it, but forcing herself to appear nonchalant.
As he approached from behind the girl, he could roughly discern that she was reading a romance novel or something similar, and those books were also on this floor.
The girl seemed slightly shy about what she was reading, yet also felt she should be open and honest; reading these kinds of books wasn't anything shameful. These conflicting thoughts left her momentarily flustered.
Seeing her subtle movements, he couldn't help but smile. She wasn't some clueless middle school student anymore; even if a boy read romance novels, no one would say anything, let alone a girl who fit that reading demographic. He
wasn't so oblivious as to force a conversation about the novel on her desk. Instead, he slightly turned his head to look at the stack of books beside her desk. These books were different from the novel she was reading; they were clearly related to her studies. Apparently,
she had originally come to find these books, and only picked up the other novel that interested her after collecting them all.
"You're going to need these books so soon this year?"
He frowned slightly. Many of these books were ones he had used last year, and some had even been borrowed when he first tried to find them. The girl had gathered a complete set, but in his memory, it had only been a few weeks since the semester started, so it shouldn't be time to use these books yet.
"In the previous classes, the teacher mentioned a list of books we might need. Didn't you suggest that we grab the books early to secure them, and then we could photocopy the key information to share with our friends? I brought a bag with me today because I wanted to borrow them and read them at my own pace."
The girl flicked the large canvas bag hanging next to her chair with her finger, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hmm..."
He was somewhat surprised. Although the advice had been given earnestly, from his perspective as someone who had been through it all, it was all old news. He vaguely remembered hearing similar things from upperclassmen when he first entered university, but he hadn't really taken it to heart until he gradually caught up with the pace of the courses.
The girl in front of him wasn't the most enthusiastic or talkative among the group of junior students who had asked him questions. If he hadn't given her a ride earlier, he probably wouldn't have recognized her when he entered the library today. He hadn't expected her to have taken his advice so seriously.
"Actually, you don't need to read so many books so early..." He pursed his lips, paused, and then continued, "Well, if you're really interested, it's good to start early. If you become familiar with them, you can even complete some reports without looking at the books, and it'll be much easier to compare information when you need to refer to books."
"Yes, yes," the girl nodded repeatedly, while subtly placing her reference books on top of her romance novels, a method she thought wouldn't be noticed.
He observed this, merely chuckling to himself, before asking again, "But, with so many books, are you really going to take them all back today? Doesn't your home live very far?"
The girl gently shook her head, saying, "These aren't all of them. I know it's quite a distance, so I've already chosen them in batches. I'll be borrowing more tomorrow. The university library is so great; one card lets you borrow so many books. It's so much better than the village library near my home."
"Won't it be too heavy?"
"Well, I just estimated the weight, and it should be manageable… I just think borrowing too many times would be a hassle."
He remained noncommittal upon hearing the girl's words. Judging from the thickness of the stack of books, they weren't so heavy as to be impossible to carry back, but carrying them for half an hour to an hour would certainly be quite a burden.
Checking the time on her phone, the girl took off her glasses and said, "I'm almost hungry, senior, I'll head back now."
She put the books on the table into her canvas bag, intending to borrow them from the counter. As for the novel she was reading, she hesitated for a moment after picking it up, but finally put it in the bag, planning to borrow it and finish reading it.
After saying goodbye to the girl, he also went among the bookshelves, searching for the books he wanted.
There weren't many books he was looking for, but a few were quite difficult to find, taking him quite a while. However, when he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped and let out a soft "Oops."
Such a simple thing, and he only thought of it now.
Should he have offered to give her a ride home?
Would it be strange to chase after her and ask now? He hesitated for a moment, but the image of the girl carrying that large bag of books step by step back flashed through his mind, so he put down his books and quickly followed her.
Unsurprisingly, the girl was already gone.
Now that he knew the general direction of her home, there was still a chance he'd bump into her on the way. If he chased her out of the library immediately, he might even find her before she left the school gates.
But was it necessary?
After thinking about it, he decided against it. He hadn't developed strong feelings for her yet. It would be nice to have a chance to get closer to the junior, but since the opportunity had passed, he was too lazy to chase after her again.
Had the junior expected him to offer her a ride? Or perhaps the opposite, and she left quickly to avoid such an offer?
He didn't know now. Maybe he had just missed an important turning point in his university life? He jokingly thought to himself, not really bothered, and went back upstairs to continue finding the books he was looking for.
As everyone knows, fate is the most unpredictable thing.
After the girl left, instead of immediately chasing after her as soon as he found the books, he strolled leisurely among the bookshelves, even flipping through a novel.
He felt a little embarrassed for not offering her a ride earlier, and now that he had caught up with her from behind and she had walked quite a distance before offering her a lift. Although pretending not to see her and riding past was an option, he decided to stay longer, figuring he wouldn't run into her halfway and then have to go home. But
plans never go as expected.
After leaving the school, he still encountered the girl.
And it was at the intersection of the food street, quite close to the school.
The girl wasn't alone; she was standing with a group of about six or seven men and women, chatting in front of a tofu pudding shop.
Should he go say hello, or just leave? He was initially considering the latter, but just as he was thinking, the girl's gaze turned in his direction.
Actually, he wasn't sure if the girl had noticed him; it was likely just a fleeting glance. But he abandoned his plan to ignore her and stopped his bike next to the group.
"Ah, senior."
The first to call out wasn't the girl; it was one of the other female students who had come to ask him questions earlier that day.
He also recognized from afar that some of the boys were his fellow second-year students. They
weren't particularly close to begin with, and with the increase in elective courses and less interaction among classmates, he wasn't really familiar with these guys. But since they were classmates and he had no grudges against them, he chatted with them for a bit.
Based on the conversation and his existing knowledge of these students, he roughly understood that several second-year male students were taking first-year female students out for dinner.
There was a student cafeteria on campus, the food was inconsistent, but the prices were definitely cheaper than outside. Many freshmen had previously eaten all their meals there and weren't familiar with the food street, so the second-year male students had invited the female students they knew to come out and introduce them to the specialties of the various nearby shops.
Of course, the more important reason was to use this opportunity to get closer to the female students. He knew this, and the female students probably knew it too. But this was, after all, a normal social activity. A senior taking a female student to dinner in a crowded street was safe and wouldn't make the female students feel uneasy. Moreover, he knew these students had legitimate motives, such as recruiting people into clubs.
More strictly speaking, this was just a prelude to everyone testing each other, exploring whether there would be any future development opportunities.
But the girl wasn't with this group.
On one hand, they had talked in the library earlier, and the girl was carrying a rather heavy bag of books; on the other hand, the girl seemed a little embarrassed.
He had never considered himself very good at reading people.
But today, at this moment, for some reason, he quickly observed some clues from the situation.
The atmosphere wasn't tense; everyone was chatting happily, discussing what to eat and their plans afterward. The girl was also smiling and talking to another junior. However
, he vaguely sensed a hint of unease in the girl's smile.
The other junior, who was talking to the girl, was one of the girls who had come to ask questions earlier, and he remembered her as the one who had talked the most. They were probably friends, and she was currently trying to persuade the girl to join them for the evening, probably to go to karaoke or something.
The girl had already declined, but unlike her seemingly straightforward demeanor, it was a gentle, tactful, even ambiguous, refusal.
The other junior didn't seem to notice the difficulty in the girl's eyes, seemingly believing that persuading her was just a matter of time. Just as the other junior was about to speak again—
"Oh, right!"
Without thinking, he blurted out before the girl,
"Junior, do you want a ride today? Those books are quite heavy, and it's on my way anyway."　 Only
after the words left his mouth did he realize there was a problem with this.
Unlike last time, this time he offered to give her a ride home in front of a group of people.
A senior giving a junior a ride was a perfectly normal thing; it wouldn't necessarily lead to rumors that they'd slept together, but it still had the potential to become gossip.
The girl looked over, her gaze unreadable—whether it was confusion, surprise, hesitation, or some other emotion. She'd probably thought a lot in that short time.
After a moment, before another junior could ask any questions, the girl nodded.
"Well then, thank you for your help today, senior."
This time, the girl still gripped the back handlebars, but didn't maintain the same distance as before.
Perhaps her wariness had lessened, mainly because her expression was somber; she was thinking about other things.
"Is this the place?" He remembered the location he'd taken her to last time.
The girl on the back seat didn't get off, but instead asked, "Senior, didn't you buy dinner today?"
"Ah." He was taken aback, then smiled, "I forgot to buy it earlier. It's okay, I'll ride back and buy it."
"Senior, do you like tofu pudding?" Another unexpected question.
"Huh? Uh, not really, I don't eat it very often, but I buy it occasionally."
"Um... I bought two servings of tofu pudding. I'd find it too much for one person to eat two servings. Senior... although this probably can't be a proper meal... would you like to eat one for me?"
"Hmm?"
Besides the large canvas bag she was already carrying, the girl had also been carrying a small plastic bag, which she had placed on the pedal area after getting on the bike. Only now did he notice that the plastic bag contained two bowls of tofu pudding.
Could it be... that the girl bought two cups specifically hoping to eat with him?
Of course not.
Under the streetlights, the two didn't go home separately, but sat in the park's pavilion.
For a long time, the only sounds in the pavilion were the clinking of plastic spoons against paper bowls and the slurping of tofu pudding.
He knew the girl wasn't in a good mood, wanted to start a conversation but didn't know where to begin, and finally reluctantly started talking about the pile of books she had borrowed, offering some rambling advice on schoolwork.
Given the atmosphere, this was clearly a terrible topic, completely unfit to liven up the conversation.
However, just as he was feeling discouraged by the dullness of the topic, he heard the girl let out a soft, inexplicable laugh. He didn't know the meaning of the laugh, but after that, without him asking, the girl began to talk about herself.
From childhood to adulthood, school life was always filled with various cliques, with the girls' situation being even more pronounced than the boys'. This girl had always disliked this situation, finding the backstabbing and sarcastic remarks between two or even several groups extremely frustrating.
University, with its far wider world than elementary and high school, was a revelation to her, and actively making friends with a group of girls wasn't difficult for her.
However, what she feared was about to happen.
Actually, there hasn't been any exclusion or conflict yet, but she's keenly noticed that various cliques are gradually forming.
This isn't a big deal; the girl isn't naive enough to think this kind of thing won't happen in college. However, seeing her new friends, who used to hang out frequently at the beginning of the semester, now showing clear signs of distance, the girl anticipates the friction to come and feels quite disheartened.
Another younger female student who had been trying to invite her out today was one of the new friends she liked and got along with the most. However, the girl wasn't comfortable going out all night with a group, while the younger student seemed to enjoy it.
Hearing the girl's story, he roughly understood her feelings.
From what he knew, those second-year male classmates weren't from any bad backgrounds and were actually quite nice people; they just liked to party. Going out with them for karaoke or all-nighters wouldn't necessarily turn her into a delinquent or get her drunk and forced into bed… at least not for now.
For college students, this is a common activity; he himself had gone a few times, but wasn't very interested and hadn't gone out with that group since. The other person understood he wasn't part of the same circle, so they didn't tactlessly invite him to join them.
Today's events were all amicable and shouldn't escalate into a conflict, but the girl was beginning to realize that their circles differed, and she and the other female student might not become truly close friends.
The extra bowl of tofu pudding was originally bought for the other female student.
Initially, the other female student hadn't come with the group but met the girl alone on the street.
There happened to be a tofu pudding shop nearby that the girl had recently tried and loved, and she wanted to recommend it to the other female student, deciding to treat her. She bought two bowls, but before she could even mention it, the group arrived, and the girl learned that the other female student had arranged to meet someone on the street, so she didn't have a chance to give her the tofu pudding.
This led to the conversation in the pavilion.
"Ah, sorry, I'm rambling on."
The girl stuck out her tongue and smiled apologetically.
"I guess I'm just worrying myself. It's nothing serious or strange, we didn't even argue or anything, yet I'm upset about it. It's a bit strange, haha."
"It's not strange at all. I sometimes think about similar things. Come to think of it, we're at an age where we tend to think a lot, right? It's a problem if we take everything for granted and don't investigate. Thinking and reflecting more shouldn't be a bad thing." He
picked up a spoonful of tofu pudding, not in a hurry to eat it, but looking at the girl.
"University, you know, is the prelude to entering society. Like you said, university is much broader than elementary to high school, and the variables in interpersonal relationships are much greater. If you can observe the interactions between people and gain insights, then you've learned something, that's a gain. Carrying these insights with you when you look at people might help you find more compatible friends."
The girl stared at him and slowly said, "It sounds like... I overheard a counselor or something talking."
"Uh, really?" He quickly swallowed a mouthful of tofu pudding. "Sorry, well, this so-called senior's air of maturity, I've unconsciously started acting all mature, and my speech is getting more and more formulaic."
The girl shook her head and said, "The principles are all the same, but whether it's formulaic or not depends on the person speaking. I think... you spoke very well."
"Oh, I see, um, that's good."
While the girl was tactful when rejecting others, she was very direct when praising them. Now it was his turn to not know what to say, and he could only continue eating in silence.
"Found... someone even more compatible... right?"
the girl murmured softly, inaudible to anyone but herself. The streetlight shone from behind, obscuring her face, but one could seem to see the crystal-clear brilliance in her eyes.
After that, the girl was quite busy.
The freshman orientation camp, the freshman basketball tournament, and the cheerleading competition—which wouldn't start until the next semester but required preparation in the previous semester—naturally meant she would be given priority invitations, and she readily participated in all the activities.
As he had anticipated, due to the slightly lower proportion of male students in the department, the basketball tournament and cheerleading did recruit mainly from second-year students, but the demand wasn't large. A few male students with good relationships with the department association volunteered, and that was enough, so he wasn't dragged into the excitement, and he was happy to have some free time.
As for the non-competitive freshman orientation camp, he had considered whether to attend out of respect for the girl, but considering that as a senior, he would undoubtedly help with a lot of behind-the-scenes work and preparation, he decided against it.
The only thing he did was cheer for his department in the women's basketball games.
Or, more precisely, cheer for the girl.
On the basketball court, the girl's performance wasn't particularly amazing, but at least she delivered a respectable and not disappointing result. In the end, the department's women's basketball team finished fourth overall, failing to make it into the top three, which left the girl somewhat disappointed.
She shared everything with him—her experiences from the basketball games, the orientation camp, and the preparations for the cheerleading competition next semester.
This was because, although they didn't have a fixed time, whenever they bumped into each other on campus or on the street, they would often have a meal together, and he would give her a ride home.
Interestingly, he only recently learned that the place where he initially dropped her off was actually three alleys away from her rented apartment—a little trick she had kept in mind when she was still wary.
Occasionally, they would bring snacks and chat in a park pavilion. It was quite far from the school, and most of the park's visitors were locals. It was less crowded at night, and since it was located in a residential area, although the park itself was quiet, many residents came and went nearby, making it less dangerous.
This place wasn't secluded, unsuitable for lovestruck couples to be affectionate, but for him and the girl at this stage, it was an excellent date spot.
Calling it a date, in truth, he hadn't initially considered it one.
He wasn't unaware that his relationship with the girl was growing closer; he just felt that since they were getting along quite well, it wouldn't hurt to let things develop naturally.
As for whether there was a chance to take things further, he had some expectations, but hadn't thought that far ahead, nor was he seriously aiming to pursue her.
He believed that the two of them were still quite far from that point, and they might even end up as lifelong friends.
What changed his mindset was just another ordinary encounter, an extremely common scene.
That day, he visited the library again, and as he went upstairs, he wondered if he would run into that girl again.
Coming down the stairs, he indeed saw her sitting at a table.
This time, she wasn't carrying a large canvas bag, and there weren't piles of textbooks on the table; instead, there was a stack of novels, clearly indicating that she had come specifically to read.
Seemingly having witnessed something amusing, the girl chuckled softly, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Her long hair, no longer tied in a ponytail, was left loose, gathering from her right shoulder towards her front, revealing the remarkably fair nape of her neck.
He couldn't see it from behind, but he knew she was probably wearing glasses; she was nearsighted, and although she usually tried to avoid wearing them, she had to take them out when concentrating on a book.
Watching her back, he began to walk forward, not directly towards her, but to the side, observing her from a distance.
He suddenly remembered his ideal woman's standards.
During the time he'd spent with the girl, he had secretly compared her to his ideal, and although there were significant differences, he hadn't paid much attention, simply finding the contrast amusing without any other positive or negative thoughts.
Today, however, he realized there was still one matching characteristic:
she was a girl who loved books.
He had never seriously considered where the "love of reading" criterion for his ideal woman came from. Occasionally, when the thought crossed his mind, he simply dismissed it as some kind of pointless prejudice.
But now, he vaguely understood.
The girl was quite pretty, something he'd noticed before, but among girls her age, she wasn't particularly striking. To put it another way, if she were an 80 out of 100, she'd be considered a pretty girl; the junior who'd missed out on a bowl of tofu pudding might have been an 85 or 90. But
that wasn't the key point.
The girl was engrossed in her book, turning pages with one hand and unconsciously fiddling with her hair in front of her with the other, sometimes frowning, sometimes chuckling softly.
Watching her quietly from a distance, he didn't know how long he'd been watching, only vaguely feeling a dizzying sensation, as if being drawn into a vortex.
The girl was absorbed in her book, and he was absorbed in watching her.
It turned out that women engrossed in reading were incredibly beautiful in his eyes.
At that moment, he finally understood that through their time together, the girl had accumulated a considerable amount of affection in his heart. He simply lacked an inexplicable, purely emotional trigger. Unexpectedly, the sight of her quietly reading, devoid of any sexual provocation, inexplicably and powerfully pressed that trigger.
It wasn't love at first sight, but rather an explosion of affection that had accumulated to a certain subtle point.
A surge of heat rose in his chest; he noticed a strong urge to hug her from behind, sudden and irresistible.
Of course, he hadn't lost his mind; he managed to resist the urge. He was still surprised by his sudden emotional outburst, but the surge of feeling was so clear that he no longer needed to ask himself pointless questions like "Do I like her?"
Noticing the change in his feelings, and recalling his recent interactions with the girl, an indescribable sense of anticipation and joy arose within him.
The girl who had stirred such a impulse within him wasn't far away; she was someone he'd been spending considerable time with. His circumstances were far more advantageous than those of someone experiencing "love at first sight." If he put in a little more effort, turning that impulse into action might not be far off.
Yes, he needed to put in more effort.
But how?
Reflecting on his interactions with the girl so far, he didn't know whether to feel frustrated or happy. They often ate and chatted together. From a pursuer's perspective, it seemed he'd accomplished everything he could initially, and quite successfully.
He sat there silently for a long time, still unsure of his next step. He was even a little annoyed by his own change in attitude today. He had previously approached her with the confidence and ease of a senior, a man who could advance or retreat as needed. But from today onward, he knew he couldn't truly remain calm.
Finally, he could only temporarily suppress his chaotic thoughts.
If he only focused on his own anxieties and then looked up to find the girl gone, that would truly be putting the cart before the horse, especially now that he had just confirmed his feelings.
Anyway, maintaining his image as a calm, reliable, and gentle senior, and continuing to interact with her, was always the right direction. He casually approached and greeted the girl.
"Ah, senior!" The girl looked up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, unable to hide her surprise: "Great, I just happened to run into you. I was just thinking about whether I should try my luck on the street later."
Seeing how happy the girl was to see him, he was secretly overjoyed, but his face remained calm: "Oh?
Is there something you need?"
"I was just saying, um..."
The girl touched her fingers together, her gaze wandering around for a while, then she adjusted her glasses before finally meeting his gaze.
"Although you can easily ask others for this, like the department association, I think it's better to ask you directly."
As the girl continued, he inwardly cursed himself for being an idiot.
This was one of the standard procedures for getting to know a girl, and he hadn't even done it yet, not even after racking his brains for so long.
"Hey, senior... can I have your phone number and MSN?"
A date requires an appointment. Although it was still just eating and chatting together, exchanging MSN and phone numbers marked the beginning of a real date. Before that, it was all decided on the spot.
With less randomness, the frequency of their meetings increased significantly.
He originally wanted to drive the girl to and from school every day, but after sending the suggestion via MSN, there was a long silence on the other end, making him realize he might have been a bit abrupt. Just as he was about to call, she sent a thank-you message but declined.
However, he wasn't too disappointed, because the girl only declined the morning ride to school; after class, she had already let him drive her several times. A few more rides wouldn't hurt. After confirming that their class schedules were roughly compatible, they started arranging a fixed time for him to drive her back to her apartment every day.
This also meant they ate together more frequently, almost every day for dinner.
What else could they do next? Probably go to the movies or go shopping.
He had suggested it, and the girl was very interested. Unfortunately, after researching the movies currently showing, they discovered that neither of them was interested in any of them.
Although they could still go out together, the girl seemed to want to wait for the next movie season, as there were films she really wanted to see. Since she said so, he had to postpone the plans.
As their communication became more regular and frequent, he was happy, but he couldn't help feeling a little worried.
They were undoubtedly friends now, the kind with a very good relationship, but what if the ridiculous "we're just friends" scenario happened to him?
Did the girl like him?
Even with confidence, the pain and embarrassment of being rejected after confessing was unimaginable.
He tried to analyze the situation objectively, believing that she probably liked him too. Their communication had been so close during this period; it wasn't just that he was pursuing her, it was practically like they were already dating. If, at this point, she suddenly blurted out "we're just friends"...
then, forget about being heartbroken, he would first start questioning whether his own comprehension was fundamentally flawed.
Then, he suddenly realized something.
There was no need to force a "confession" to rush to the next stage. He could just let things flow naturally and try holding hands, hugging, or even kissing her when the atmosphere was right… If things could develop naturally to that point, the confession would no longer be a confession, but flirting.
He gave himself a mental pep talk.
By the time the girl truly noticed, they would already be a couple in practice, completely under his control from beginning to end.
He couldn't help but feel excited. This was perfect; it was the ideal scenario.
Of course, there were still risks. Besides ultimately remaining just friends, another possibility was that, because he was too slow, even if they were genuinely attracted to each other, the girl might slowly fall for someone else and leave him—that would be equally unacceptable to him.
Although they spent a lot of time together, most of the day was spent in school. It wasn't impossible that the girl might gradually become attracted to someone else during this time.
He splashed water on his face at the sink, trying to reassure himself.
Undoubtedly, this was a golden opportunity for him, a rare chance indeed. What else could he gain from his four years of university besides books and ink? This might be the key.
However, it must be said again:
plans never keep up with changes.
Fortunately, changes aren't all bad.
The next evening, in the park pavilion, the girl was excitedly talking about the cheerleading competition preparations.
The leaders of this year's cheerleading team were very ambitious; even before the previous semester ended, the fitting and ordering of the cheerleading competition outfits for the next semester had already begun and would be completed before winter break. In addition, the team members had already started their initial practice.
When she got excited, the girl even stood up and gestured to demonstrate the movements they had been practicing. Because they hadn't practiced much, the movements were naturally stiff, making everyone laugh.
However, when the girl mentioned that other people would be watching them practice, his laughter immediately stopped.
"What do you mean? Someone's spying?" he frowned.
Knowing he'd misunderstood, the girl quickly shook her head to clarify, "No, it's not like we're changing clothes, there's nothing to peep at. I didn't explain clearly just now, those people are other classmates from our class, they probably came specifically to watch us dance."
"I see." He nodded.
Speaking of cheerleading, for boys, the highlight is naturally seeing the female classmates in their cheerleading uniforms—a rare opportunity. He himself was a member last year, so there was no need for him to go out of his way to see it.
However, when the boys from the girl's class ran over at this time, not only were the cheerleading uniforms not even finished, but they probably couldn't even see the dance. The first few practices were basically just stretching exercises.
The girl who stood up when demonstrating the practice moves hadn't sat down yet. She was pacing in the pavilion and said, "Besides, not all those people are just here to watch the cheerleading practice."
He raised an eyebrow, suspiciously asking, "Not all of them? Is there some kind of conspiracy?"
"No conspiracy... um... to say they're not here to watch the practice isn't quite right, actually they are still here to watch the practice..."
What was that all about?
He realized that he rarely saw the girl speak in such a hesitant and roundabout way.
"A few of the boys came specifically to watch their girlfriends practice."
Now that half the semester was over, several couples, both within and outside the class, had already formed. He himself knew that several classmates had successfully dated freshmen girls.
But he felt that this topic had been introduced very suddenly. He had never felt this awkwardness during their time together before, as if... the girl had deliberately steered the conversation in this direction.
"Oh, right, senior."
Just as he was beginning to speculate, the girl stopped pacing, turned to look at the streetlights outside the pavilion, and glanced at him cautiously.
Generally, the phrase "oh, right" indicates that the speaker has suddenly remembered something, but he strongly felt that the girl's "oh, right" just now wasn't spontaneous, but rather something she had thought about for a long time before forcing it out.
"You... have you come to watch our practice?"
"No." Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he answered cautiously.
"Hmm, that's true, I didn't see you either." Unable to discern whether she was satisfied, dissatisfied, or any other emotion, the girl swallowed hard and continued, "No, it's nothing, I was just a little curious, senior, would you like to come and watch the practice, or, um... well... the practice... well, it's not really..."
The girl ran out of words.
It was quite obvious that the girl wanted to say something, but she simply didn't know how to use the topic to develop the conversation.
From the very beginning, watching the cheerleaders practice wasn't the point. The girl was simply expressing her feelings and wanted to discuss another topic she'd wanted to clarify for a while, but she didn't know how to express the most important point.
"Haha."
"Huh?"
Hearing him suddenly laugh, the girl quickly turned around, her eyes wide, her face full of bewilderment.
"W-what's wrong? Did I say something weird? I..."
"No, nothing, really." He waved his hand, but his smile still lingered.
Hearing this, he was quite certain that all his wild thoughts lately had been a waste of brainpower.
So they were both secretly passionate.
"Although I haven't been, I really want to go see you."
"Oh? Hmm." Suddenly brought up the topic, the girl didn't react for a moment.
"Because I want to see you."
The girl remained silent, seemingly holding her breath, staring straight at him, afraid of misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.
He smiled bitterly to himself, laughing at himself for being so secretly passionate. Why was he still beating around the bush now?
Since the girl had already used this somewhat clumsy but sincere way to express her feelings and provoke him into a confrontation, he should naturally go all in and not respond with the same clumsy, roundabout methods.
Taking a deep breath, he also needed to prepare himself mentally.
"I want to see the girl I like, you."
That night, without receiving any direct answer, he went home.
He had hoped that the girl would rush into his arms with tears in her eyes and respond with a deep kiss, but the girl was not that bold after all; in fact, she was probably even more timid than he had expected.
The girl had no idea how to respond, and all she could say were incoherent, nonsensical words. In the end, she said goodbye to him in a flustered manner and hurriedly fled home, her skin thinner than he had imagined.
Sure enough, the girl had asked the question on a whim that night, and was completely unprepared.
Seemingly worried he might interpret her actions as a rejection, the girl ran a short distance away, then ran back as he left the park, stammering that she asked him to wait for her on MSN that night, before quickly leaving again.
At this point, the odds seemed to be more than 90% in his favor, but the final outcome depended on a definite answer from the girl. So, when he got home, he immediately turned on his computer and MSN, staring intently at the screen.
He'd been fooled.
The girl hadn't been on MSN all night.
She called directly.
"Because I thought about it later, and realized that these things… even if we don't say it face-to-face, we should at least say it on the phone."
"Mm."
"Tonight… I feel like I've been doing some stupid things, I'm sorry.
" "No, not at all."
"Thinking about it now, I don't even know what I was saying."
"…" "
Now I'm mentally prepared, and I know what to say."
"Mm." "
Please take this as an explanation, an explanation of why I suddenly…lost control tonight." "
...Hmm."
"I really didn't intend to say those things, but... lately, when I see classmates in pairs, my first feeling isn't envy, but confusion."
"Confusion...?"
"Yeah, it's not something that happened recently. Actually, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but lately it's getting harder and harder to let go."
"..." "
Seeing those couples, I suddenly feel confused. As a single person, I should feel envious and jealous... yeah, that's true, but at the same time, I feel like I don't really need to envy them."
"..."
"I feel like I already have a boyfriend." "
Hmm..."
"But actually, I don't, right?"
"..." "
What I have is a senior who takes good care of me and is very kind to me."
"..." "
And senior... you... are a friend so good to me that I almost feel like you're my boyfriend."
"..."
"But, how should I view our relationship?" "
..."
"Many classmates have asked me if we're together. Besides Xiaoxiao, I really don't know what to do. Admitting it would be wrong, denying it... I feel... I don't know how to conduct myself."
"..."
"I feel so panicked, so uneasy. Without realizing it, our relationship seems...at least in my heart, in my perception...like a boyfriend and girlfriend." "
..."
"But actually, isn't it?"
"..." "
I'm so scared...maybe I've underestimated the world of college relationships? Maybe I'm just being wishful? Maybe my views on relationships are still childish? Maybe I'm just playing house?" "
..." "
Maybe...I've even thought, senior, maybe you just...just..." "
..."
"Treat me as..."
"
..."
"..."
After a while, the words that had initially sounded relaxed but later became slightly tearful stopped coming from the other end of the phone.
His earlier triumphant feeling had vanished without a trace.
Only an indescribable guilt remained. He remained
silent for a long time.
"..."
"..."
"...Senior?" "
Hmm? Ah! Yes!" "
...Pfft." "
What's wrong?"
"Hehe, I'm sorry, senior, did what I just said...scar you again?"
"Uh?" "
Including the time I suddenly said something random in the park before, I've accidentally scared you twice today."
"S-scared me? What you just said..." "
Oh, it wasn't like that...I was very serious about what I said." "
..."
"I'm still blowing my nose right now." "
I'm sorry."
"Ah, senior, why are you apologizing now?"
"Because of me, I've made you..."
"Stop! Stop, stop~"
"Huh?" "
It's not your fault, I just...oh well, never mind that, senior, you have to be serious, you have to be very, very serious when you tell me." "
..." "
Just now, in the park, what you said, was it all true?" "
Really." "
Is that so? That's good."
"..."
"Hehe, I shouldn't have said those things just now, and I even made myself cry. After all, when you said those things in the park, it already meant that today was a memorable day for me."
"You..." "
Shh~ Senior, listen quietly."
"..."
"I like you too."
Tonight's phone call left him feeling fluctuating.
But when he hung up, he was still so excited he almost shouted into the air.
After confirming their feelings for each other, the two faced a new problem.
What to do next?
No matter what, he wouldn't be so eager as to immediately move towards a physical relationship, but as the girl said, apart from the lack of physical contact, their way of getting along already felt like a boyfriend and girlfriend. They wanted to take it a step further but couldn't rush things, and he really didn't know where to start.
The day after they confessed to each other, on their first date at their old spot, the gazebo, after officially becoming a couple, it was the girl who directly guided him to the answer.
"I've been wanting to try this for a while now,"
the girl giggled. Usually, they talked across a stone table in the pavilion, but today she sat directly beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Can I... hug you?" The soft scent of her hair made him restless.
"Don't hug too tightly right away," the girl said, not looking up, letting his arm encircle her.
This was the initial change in their relationship—from chatting across a table to chatting while leaning against each other and embracing.
While they were embracing, being outdoors, there was a limit to their intimacy. He could only lightly wrap his arm around her waist, occasionally inhaling the faint fragrance of her neck and hair when she looked down.
They needed to find another place
for their date. Besides the unspoken desire to take things further, another practical reason was that the weather was getting colder, and the outdoors was no longer a good place for romantic moments. When the weather was bad, they would only sit in the pavilion for a short while before leaving, or even just take her home after dinner.
So where should they go?
Although there were many options available both on and off campus, and the simplest and most direct choice was right there, he hadn't dared to bring it up rashly.
It wasn't until one Friday evening, when he saw the girl shivering before even leaving the school gates, that he finally mustered the courage to invite her to change locations.
"Would you like to come to my place?" he asked, trying to sound innocent and pure.
"Sure," the girl agreed so readily, which surprised him.
Of course, he knew he was neither pure nor without ulterior motives. While he considered himself to be able to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, he was slightly worried that once the girl he longed for actually entered his room, he might succumb to his animalistic desires and do something wrong.
However, whether he underestimated his own willpower or the cold wind extinguished the fire in his belly, he was much more at ease than he had imagined when he was alone with the girl in the room.
Stepping into her boyfriend's living space for the first time, every corner of the small room captivated the girl's interest. The various games on his computer, the numerous movies (except for the pornographic films that had been pre-loaded and stored deep within the hard drive), and even the various schoolwork notes he used in first and second grade, were enough to provide plenty of material for a long conversation.
Before they knew it, it was past 9 PM, the time she had initially planned to leave. He had been paying attention, and the girl's gaze had repeatedly drifted to the bottom right corner of the computer screen. Neither of them had truly lost track of time, yet neither of them seriously brought up the issue of time.
At 1 AM, the day had changed from Friday to Saturday, and the girl's face began to show signs of fatigue. The question resurfaced .
No matter how late it was, taking her home wouldn't be difficult, but he was reluctant to let her leave, so he decided to try and bring it up.
"Would you like to stay here tonight? You can sleep on the bed, and I have a straw mat that I haven't used before. I can put it on the floor and put a blanket on top, and then I can sleep."
The space in the single rental apartment was already small. Besides a single bed, the only other space for a person to lie down was the floor.
Having waited until this late, the girl seemed to have anticipated this suggestion. She shook her head and smiled, saying, "Why force yourself to sleep on the floor? Actually... to be honest, I didn't really want to go back today, otherwise I would have left already."
"Then..."
He was about to get up to take the straw mat from the wardrobe when the girl gently grasped his hand, stopping him.
"Senior, listen carefully to what I have to say."
Even though she looked tired, it was clear that the girl's attitude was more serious than usual.
"Well, I... I'm not a guy, so I can't be sure how you feel. I can only offer advice from my perspective. If you feel like you might... um... lose control, even if you sleep in the bathroom, it probably won't help. What's going to happen will happen. In that case, I'll go home tonight.
Don't misunderstand, don't worry about it. It doesn't mean I'm angry or disappointed. It's just that I'm not mentally prepared, it's not the right time yet. On the other hand, if I agree to stay overnight, it can be considered that I'm... I'm all prepared, you understand what I mean? That way, you won't have to struggle with anything. Conversely, if you don't do anything to me, I might get angry.
However, if you feel you won't do anything... that would hurt me, I'll just stay overnight tonight. You don't have to sleep on the floor anymore; I don't mind sleeping in the bed with you. That's it, senior. I had a great day. I've been thinking about these words for a long time, and I hope you'll seriously consider them. I'll be happy no matter which one you choose."
Before tonight, he would indeed have hesitated between these two options.
Now, he truly felt he could control himself, but the main reason was his overwhelming desire to continue spending time with the girl. He had reached his answer almost without much serious consideration.
"Stay."
Compared to the girl's earnest words, his consideration was so brief it made him feel a little ashamed.
Under these circumstances, they naturally slept fully clothed.
As he prepared to turn off the light, the girl untied her ponytail. Seeing her flowing black hair sent a surge of warmth through him—a comfortable feeling, but also a slight unease about his self-control.
Thankfully, the cold weather meant they were both wearing thick clothes, and the fatigue from talking all night kept his manhood from causing him any embarrassment.
The girl slept on the inside, her back to him and facing the wall. With her tacit consent, he put an arm around her waist, falling asleep with his arms around her from behind.
The room was quiet for a moment, save for the occasional car noise and soft breathing.
The hand resting on the girl's waist could feel the slight rise and fall of her body.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl, facing the wall, spoke softly, "You... aren't asleep yet either?"
"Yes."
"You're still overthinking, aren't you?"
"Ha, no, don't worry, I feel very... well, how to describe it... right, very peaceful, like an old monk in deep meditation. You can sleep peacefully."
"Hmm..." The girl remained noncommittal.
"Besides—"
"Besides?"
"I didn't prepare condoms or anything like that beforehand, so putting aside whether I can control myself, the first thing is that I can't do anything to you."
After a moment of hesitation, the girl said, "If you're the kind of person who would force yourself on me, then whether or not there's a condom won't change anything, right?"
"That's true, but if I were, you probably wouldn't have waited until now; you'd probably have lost your virginity shortly after stepping into my room."
The girl chuckled, turned slightly, and looked at him from behind, saying, "That was close. Should I be happy that you're a gentleman, or sad that I'm not charming enough?"
"Hey, if you tell me now that you were just playing hard to get, I'll be in a real bind."
"Heh, of course not."
"The reason you weren't asleep was because you were worried I might do something inappropriate?"
"Well… somewhat, but not entirely. It's mainly because I'm not used to sleeping like this."
At this moment, the girl turned over and looked directly at him.
"Just now, I was thinking that maybe my agreeing to come to your house was a gamble? A gamble on whether you're two-faced, and a gamble on my judgment of character. If I lost the gamble, and tonight you forced me to... to submit..."
The girl paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts.
"In that case, I guess I probably... although I can't be sure, I probably won't break up with you decisively, right? But, if it really develops like that, I should..."
The girl smiled slightly as she said this.
"Luckily... thank you for letting me be the winner."
Then, the girl leaned forward, and their lips met.
"I can't give you my virginity yet, let's make do with a first kiss for now! Goodnight." She
gave him a light, fleeting kiss, and before he could even react, the girl gave a mischievous smile. Instead of turning back to him, she lowered her head and nestled against his chest, deciding to sleep in this position.
He smiled wryly to himself. It hadn't been a big deal before, but this sudden move by the girl had truly stirred his heartstrings.
Tonight, falling asleep might not be so easy.
After that day, he didn't invite the girl over again.
It was always the girl who initiated the invitations.
Later, the girl said that she herself initially thought that "just chatting under the covers" was impossible. That day, she was just like anyone else in love, blinded by passion. She wasn't ready for her first experience, yet she foolishly ran into the man's room and actually "slept together."
Therefore, the girl always felt a sense of satisfaction and pride about that night; in her own words, she had "an urge to broadcast it to everyone."
Of course, the always shy girl didn't actually do that.
On the other hand, he was naturally happy that the girl was spending more and more nights at his house, but he couldn't always maintain such a detached attitude.
With the girl ...

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