Fifteen-year-old Hong Siyu, having grown a year older, was a girl who liked to indulge in fantasies.
Or rather, because she rarely interacted with others and spent most of her time immersed in her own world, she unconsciously tended to fantasize.
And ever since some incident during her second year of middle school, the image of a certain boy had begun appearing frequently in her fantasies.
At first, he had merely appeared inexplicably in the various story scenarios she imagined, and Hong Siyu had not thought much of it. But as time passed, his image had not faded; instead, it had become even more deeply imprinted.
Hong Siyu herself knew perfectly well why things had developed this way—because she had used that boy's textbooks.
She had still been in her second year of middle school when she secretly kept the textbooks, but now she was in her third year, and the books he had left behind covered what she was currently studying. Whenever she opened those old pages and read the handwriting he had left in them, Hong Siyu would inexplicably find her thoughts stirred by his words.
That boy named Lin Yun was very handsome, cool, and even had such beautiful handwriting. It felt like they would get along well.
Thoughts like that often surfaced in her mind and gradually spiraled outward. Once they went too far, she would blush at her own improper fantasies.
This had to stop, Hong Siyu. Spending every day worrying over a boy who did not even know her and whom she would almost certainly never see again, letting her emotions rise and fall because of him—was that any way for a good student to behave? At this rate, she might as well stop studying and give up making friends. What kind of sense