He and that girl

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and I first officially met in the afternoon at a department assembly.
Out of respect for his friend, who was a department council 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 department assemblies seemed to be more lively, as it was the beginning of the new semester, and university freshmen were always more enthusiastic about everything.
At the beginning of the semester, there were so many things to organize, making the department assemblies particularly lively, mainly concerning the orientation camp, inter-departmental basketball, and cheerleading competitions. Although these events were still far off—the cheerleading competition wasn't even until next semester—the department council 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 ask the upperclassmen for support.
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 these 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 had come over, 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 that reached her waist.
A complexion that, while not quite a deep tan, still possessed a healthy glow.
A cheerful, bell-like voice, and eyes that blinked and crinkled with laughter.
In fact, his initial ideal image of a partner was quite different from that girl's.
Cute, petite, quiet, introverted and shy, gentle and considerate, like a little bird needing protection, as lovable as a doll, preferably a lover of reading, as if she 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-amusement, 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 the ideal type was just an empty shell, there was no real comparison. It was mainly based on the concept of "cute," or rather, the atmosphere created by both her temperament and appearance.
In any case, if you were to pinpoint the keyword for that girl's first impression, "cute" wouldn't be the most fitting adjective; "spirited" would probably be more appropriate.
Not the kind of aura of an organizational leader—that girl hadn't held any leadership positions—her spiritedness was closer to the confidence of an athlete, a vibrant and joyful energy.
Later, he secretly compared it to his own.
In the past, he dreamed of lifting a princess in his arms.
In the end, however, he held hands tightly with a female knight.
At that time, he was naturally completely unaware of the girl's various characteristics.
He began to truly be impressed by her 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, his usual spot for a treat.
"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, "Oh, junior, you're here to buy dinner too?"
"Good thing 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 might as well try everything on this street and see if I can gain some culinary expertise this semester."
"Yeah, this is a huge project. Actually, I thought about it before, but I only ate at a few places halfway through, and I still haven't finished this great undertaking." As he spoke, he pondered the girl's words and suddenly felt a sense of doubt. He asked curiously, "Wait, on the way? You don't live on campus?" After
a few seconds of pause, the girl seemed to be thinking about something before replying, "Yes, I rent a place outside."
"I see." He nodded, indicating that he understood. "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 to get a room for second-year students and above. 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 too, 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 not riding 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, he listened to her give him a general directions, and was surprised. "Where do you live? 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 seat smiled wryly, "I don't like living in places that are too noisy. This area is full of shops, right? I skipped this area quickly at first, 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 here. 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 there, 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.
Because he felt almost no contact with anyone behind him, and the girl's hands weren't on his waist or shoulders, meaning she was holding onto the rear handlebar for balance—which was normal—he felt absolutely nothing else in his back. Thankfully, the bike still felt its weight, preventing him from thinking he was carrying a ghostly junior.
Much later, while chatting with the girl, he learned that she had leaned back almost entirely, her buttocks practically resting on her own hand gripping 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 allure of a motorcycle was too great, she would have seriously considered refusing.
After all, the common perception was that a "new junior" was essentially "prey for 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 in the following days and quickly forgot about the encounter.
However, since they were students in the same department, even without a chance meeting off-campus, they were still likely to bump into each other on campus.
One evening, after his classes were over, he sensed something amiss in the course schedule, anticipating 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. 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 all 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 tried to find them. This girl had found a complete set, but in his memory, it had only been a few weeks since the start of the semester, so it shouldn't be time to use them yet.
"The teacher mentioned a list of books we might need in the previous classes. Didn't you suggest that we grab the books early, so we could photocopy the key information and share it with our friends? I brought a bag with me today because I wanted to borrow them and read them slowly."
The girl flicked the large canvas bag hanging beside the chair with her finger, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hmm..."
He was somewhat surprised. Although he had given his advice earnestly, from his perspective as someone who had been through it all, it was essentially the same old advice. 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 grasped the pace of the courses.
This girl in front of him didn't seem to be the most enthusiastic or the most talkative among the group of female students who came to ask questions back then. 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 that this girl had actually taken his words to heart.
"Actually, you don't need to read so many books so early..." He pursed his lips, paused, and then said, "Well, if you're really interested, it's good to start early. If you become familiar with them, you can even do some reports without looking at the books, and it'll be much easier when you need to refer to the books for comparison."
"Yes, yes." The girl nodded repeatedly, while using what she thought would go unnoticed method, she placed the reference books on top of the romance novels.
He saw this, just smiled to himself, and then asked, "But, are you going to take all these books back today? Your home isn't very far away?"
The girl gently shook her head and said, "These aren't all of them. I know it's a long way, so I've already selected the books in batches. I'll come back to borrow more tomorrow. The university library is so nice; one card can borrow so many books. It's 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 it would be troublesome to borrow too many times."
He remained noncommittal at 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 still 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, preparing 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, intending 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 back?
Would it be strange to chase after her and ask now? He hesitated for a moment, but the image of the girl carrying the large bag of books walking back step by step flashed through his mind, so he put down his books and quickly chased after her.
Unsurprisingly, the girl was already gone.
Since he knew the general direction of her home, there was still a chance of bumping into her on the way. If he chased her out of the library now, he might even find her before she left the school gate.
But was it necessary?
After thinking about it, he decided against it. He hadn't developed strong feelings for her yet. Having the opportunity to get closer to the junior was nice, 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?
Now it was impossible to know. 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 after finding the book, he leisurely strolled among the bookshelves, even flipping through a novel.
He felt a little embarrassed for not offering her a ride earlier, and now, having caught up with her after she'd gone quite a distance. Although pretending not to see her and riding past was an option, he decided to linger a bit longer, figuring he wouldn't run into her halfway 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 at that moment; she might just have been glancing in his direction. But he decided against ignoring her and pulled over next to the group.
"Ah, senior!"
It wasn't the girl who called out first; other female students who had come to ask him questions that day were also in the group.
He also recognized from afar that some of the boys were second-year students like himself. They
weren't particularly close to begin with, and with more 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's a student cafeteria on campus, the food is inconsistent, but the prices are definitely cheaper than outside. Many freshmen had been eating their meals there before. Not being familiar with the food street, a few second-year male students invited some female freshmen they knew to come out and introduce them to the various shops nearby.
Of course, the more important reason was to use this opportunity to get closer to the freshmen. He knew this, and the freshmen probably knew it too. But this was a normal social activity; the seniors taking the freshmen to dinner in the bustling street was safe and wouldn't make the freshmen feel uneasy. He also knew these students had legitimate motives, such as recruiting them into clubs.
More strictly speaking, this was just a prelude to testing each other, exploring whether there was a future possibility.
But the girl wasn't with this group.
Firstly, they had talked in the library earlier, and the girl was carrying a heavy bag of books; secondly, the girl seemed somewhat embarrassed.
He had never considered himself very good at reading people.
But today, at this moment, for some reason, he quickly discerned something amiss from the situation.
It wasn't a sinister atmosphere; the group was chatting happily, discussing what to eat later, their plans afterward, and so on. The girl was also smiling and talking to another junior. Yet
, in his eyes, 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 others who had come to ask questions earlier, and, in his memory, seemed to have been the one who had spoken the most. They were probably friends, and she was currently trying to invite the girl to join their evening activities, probably going to karaoke or something.
The girl had already refused, but unlike her seemingly straightforward demeanor, it was a gentle, tactful, even ambiguous refusal.
The other female student, oblivious to the difficulty in the girl's eyes, seemed to think persuading her was only a matter of time. Just as the other student was about to speak again—
"Oh, right!"
Without thinking, he spoke to the girl first.
"Junior, do you want a ride home 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.
Unlike last time, this time he offered her a ride in front of a group of people.
A senior giving a junior a ride home was a normal thing, unlikely to lead to rumors of them sleeping 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 had probably thought a lot in that short time.
After a moment, before the other student could ask any questions, the girl nodded.
"Then, thank you for your help today, senior."
This time, the girl still gripped the handlebars on the back of the bike with both hands, but she didn't keep her distance as deliberately.
Perhaps her wariness had lessened, mainly because her expression was gloomy, and she was thinking about other things.
"Is this the place?" He remembered the location he had taken her to last time.
The girl on the back seat didn't get off, but instead asked, "Senior, aren't you going to buy dinner today?"
"Ah." He was taken aback by her question, then smiled, "I forgot to buy it just now, it's okay, I'll ride back and buy it."
"Senior, do you like tofu pudding?" Another unexpected question.
"Huh? Uh, it's okay, I don't eat it very often, but I buy it occasionally."
"Um... I bought two servings of tofu pudding. It'll be too much for me to eat two by myself, senior... although this probably can't be a proper meal... senior, 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 placed on the footrest 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 gazebo.
For a long time, the only sounds in the gazebo 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. In the end, he reluctantly started talking about the pile of books the girl had borrowed, rambling on about academic advice and such.
In the current atmosphere, this was obviously a terrible topic, and it was impossible to liven up the conversation.
However, just as he was feeling somewhat dejected due to the dullness of the conversation, he heard the girl chuckle softly. He didn't know the meaning of the laughter, but after that, without him asking, the girl took the initiative to talk about herself.
From childhood to adulthood, school life was always filled with various cliques, with the situation being even more pronounced among the girls than the boys. This girl had always disliked this situation, finding the backstabbing and sarcastic remarks between two or even several groups extremely frustrating.
After entering university, the world, far more expansive than in elementary and high school, brightened her eyes. Making friends with a group of girls wasn't difficult for her, given her circumstances.
However, what she feared was about to happen.
Actually, there hadn't been any exclusion or conflict yet, but she sensitively noticed that various cliques were gradually forming.
This wasn't so bad; the girl wasn't naive enough to think that such situations wouldn't occur in university. However, seeing that her new friends, who had often gathered together at the beginning of the semester, now had noticeably distanced themselves, the girl already anticipated the various frictions to come, and felt deeply disheartened.
The other female student, whom the girl had been trying to invite to hang out with all day, was the one she liked the most and got along with the best among her new friends. However, the girl wasn't used to going out all night with a group of people, while the other female student had already fallen in love with the feeling.
Hearing the girl's story, he roughly understood her feelings.
From what he knew, those male classmates, also in their second year, didn't have any bad backgrounds and were generally nice people; they just liked to party. Going to karaoke or partying all night with them wouldn't necessarily turn her into a delinquent or get her drunk and forced into bed… at least not for now.
For university students, this was 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 female student understood he wasn't part of that group, so she hadn't been so tactless as to invite him out earlier.
Today's events had all been amicable, and it shouldn't have escalated into a conflict, but the girl was beginning to realize that their circles were different, and she and the other female student might not be able to 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 out with the group; she met the girl alone on the street.
There happened to be a tofu pudding shop nearby that the girl had tried recently and really liked. The girl wanted to recommend it to the other female student and decided to treat her, so she bought two bowls. However, 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 their conversation in the pavilion.
"Ah, sorry, I've gone on and on,"
the girl said, sticking out her tongue and smiling apologetically.
"I guess I'm just making trouble for myself. It's nothing serious or strange, and we didn't even argue, yet I'm upset about it. That's a bit inexplicable, haha."
"It's not inexplicable at all. I sometimes think about similar things too. 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 rushing to eat it, but looking at the girl.
"University, you know, it's the prelude to entering society. Like you said, university is much broader than elementary to high school, and the interpersonal relationships are more volatile. If you can observe the interactions between people and gain some insights, then you've learned something, that's a gain. Using those insights to 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, I know, I've been trying to act mature without realizing it, and my speech has become increasingly formulaic."
The girl shook her head and said, "The principles are all the same, but whether it sounds formulaic or not depends on the speaker. I think... you spoke very well."
"Oh, I see. Well, that's good."
While the girl was tactful when rejecting others, she was very direct when praising them. Now, he was the one who didn't know what to say and could only continue eating in silence.
"Found... someone more compatible... right?"
the girl murmured softly, and no one but herself could hear her clearly. The streetlight shone from behind, making it difficult to see her face, but one could seem to see the crystal clearness in her eyes.
After that, the girl was quite busy.
Freshman orientation camp, freshman basketball games, and cheerleading competitions that wouldn't start until the next semester but which required preparation in the first semester—given her image, she was naturally among the first to be invited, and she threw herself into all the activities without hesitation.
Just as he had predicted, due to the slightly lower proportion of male students in the department, the basketball games and cheerleading did recruit members from upperclassmen, mainly second-year students, but the demand wasn't large. After a few male students who were close to the department student association volunteered to help, the manpower was sufficient, so he wasn't dragged into this lively scene, and he was happy to be free.
As for the non-competitive orientation camp, he had considered attending out of respect for the girl, but then he thought that as a senior, he would definitely help with a lot of behind-the-scenes work and preparations, so he decided against it.
All he did was cheer for his department at 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.
The girl shared everything with him—her basketball game experiences, the orientation camp process, 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 might have a meal together that day, and he would give her a ride home.
Interestingly, he only recently learned that the place where he initially dropped the girl off was actually three alleys away from their rented apartment. This was a little trick she had cleverly left out when she was still wary.
Occasionally, they would bring snacks and chat in the park's gazebo. It was quite far from the school, and most of the park's visitors were locals, so it was less crowded at night. Located in a residential area, although the park itself was deserted, there were many residents coming and going nearby, making it relatively safe.
It wasn't secluded, unsuitable for couples in the throes of new love to be intimate, but for him and the girl at this stage, it was an excellent date spot.
Calling it a date, in reality, he didn't initially consider it a date.
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 was somewhat hopeful, but he hadn't thought that far ahead, nor was he seriously aiming to pursue the girl.
He thought that the two of them were still quite far from taking that step, and they might just end up as best friends forever.
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.
When he came down the stairs, he actually saw the girl sitting at a table.
This time, the girl didn't have a large canvas bag, and there weren't piles of school books on the table. Instead, there was a stack of novels, clearly indicating that she had come specifically to read.
As if she had seen something interesting, the girl chuckled softly, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Her long hair, which wasn't tied in a ponytail, was left down, gathering from her right shoulder towards her front, revealing her relatively fair nape.
He couldn't see it from behind, but he knew that the girl was probably wearing glasses. She was a little nearsighted, and although she usually tried not to wear glasses, she still had to take them out and put them on when she was concentrating on reading.
Watching the girl's retreating figure, he started walking forward, not directly towards her, but instead circling to the side, observing her from a distance.
He suddenly remembered his standards for his dream girl.
During the time he'd spent with the girl, he'd secretly compared her to his ideal type. Although there were considerable differences, he hadn't paid much attention, simply finding the contrast amusing, without developing any other positive or negative thoughts.
Princess, College Student, Junior, Senior, Model
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