"Qingqing said..."
Wasn't it going pretty smoothly?
Hadn't they become friends?
Qingqing was beautiful and generous.
She was great at dealing with people.
As long as she wanted to get along with someone, she almost never failed.
The girl smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"...He was lukewarm toward me."
"When the public bus came, he said goodbye to me and got on."
"He barely said a few words to me."
"Then..."
"Did you give up?"
The two questions overlapped.
The girl looked innocent.
Everyone else looked shocked.
"You—you followed him onto the bus?"
"Mm."
The girl nodded.
At the time, she'd acted on impulse...
"Qingqing."
Someone sighed. "If you were a different gender..."
"Your behavior would practically make you a stalker."
The girl froze.
"How so?"
"I wasn't secretly following him."
She defended herself. "I followed him openly."
The others: ...
Oh.
Actually, some brazen stalkers were pretty open about it too.
"Oh, come on."
The girl waved a hand. "That doesn't matter."
That didn't matter?
The others' mouths twitched.
"Qingqing, I'm starting to think that being targeted by you..."
"Must be quite an ordeal."
Someone remarked.
"Did he get mad at you?"
"No."
The girl looked puzzled. "Why would he get mad at me?"
"I didn't do anything."
The others: ...
Their faces twitched slightly.
"If some guy kept following you after you said goodbye to him..."
"How would you feel?"
The girl stared at her.
How would she feel?
She thought about it...
Uh.
The girl felt a strong sense of discomfort rising inside her.
Even if the person showed no malice, the mere fact that a stranger was following her would be enough to make her uncomfortable.
The feeling of being watched stuck in