Jiang Yan couldn't quite explain why she always managed to find him so precisely.
Perhaps it was because she was too familiar with his scent, or maybe she understood his gaze too well... Every time she saw him, there was a burning sensation in her soul.
...
The student council president, Jiang Youbai, who was lazy yet handsome and always wore a hat, suddenly found himself with a little shadow.
This shadow wasn't clingy, just a bit too sweet. Every day, it would appear punctually to give Jiang Youbai a small gift.
Today was no exception.
After finishing a meeting, Jiang Youbai walked out holding a notebook in one hand. His naturally deep eyes narrowed lazily, looking dejected, but still very attractive.
This gloomy mood was quickly interrupted.
As Jiang Youbai was heading back to his classroom to nap, he reached a corner in the hallway when suddenly a young girl popped out, calling his name in a crisp, clear voice: "Jiang Youbai!"
A little blade of grass.
Jiang Youbai pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, as if encountering a limited edition difficult problem beyond his comprehension. This feeling had occurred many times now, because of Jiang Yan. But he still hadn't overcome it.
He stopped in front of Jiang Yan, looking down at her, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly with restraint.
Jiang Yan, covering something in her hands, solemnly asked Jiang Youbai to hold out his hand.
Jiang Youbai obediently stretched out his hand straight, angling it slightly upward. His long, slender fingers naturally curled a little, almost touching Jiang Yan's cheek.
Jiang Yan patiently pushed his disobedient hand down, then fixed her eyes on Jiang Youbai, mumbling, "Look at me, look at me, don't look at your hand."
Other students passed by in twos and threes, making faces at the lazy president as they went.
Jiang Youbai didn't even bother to lift an eyelid, simply cooperating with Jiang Yan's movements.
Jiang Yan placed the object in his hand, closed his fingers, and said with a smile, "All done!"
The two of them went through this routine almost every day. Jiang Youbai also knew clearly that this was where it ended, there was no next step—it was always the same, she'd give him something and then leave.
As Jiang Yan turned to leave, she suddenly felt a tug from behind. A hand had grabbed her clothes.
"Is that it?" Jiang Youbai asked her slowly, his tone somewhat dissatisfied, contrary to expectations.
Who wouldn't be moved by such a beautiful and cute girl? Especially when she smiled sweetly at you every day, bringing you little gifts.
Jiang Youbai hadn't thought about dating before, but when you truly fall for someone, it's beyond your control.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have extended his arm for her to smell when he first met her, hearing the little girl next to him mumbling about how good his pheromones smelled, despite his usual indifference.
Nor would he have accepted the note she slipped him, knowing it might be a love letter, unable to bring himself to refuse. Although when he nervously opened that note, he found it was just the girl's dreamy diary entry: "Today's cupcake was so delicious, hehe..."
Jiang Yan blinked her eyes and said earnestly, "I'll come again tomorrow!" She was a self-proclaimed expert who had done her research—the internet said if you give someone a gift every day for ninety-nine days, you can win their heart!
Jiang Youbai inwardly sighed, unaware of her thoughts, only feeling that the little girl might have some small plan, and he might as well go along with it for now.
If he had known that Jiang Yan was waiting for ninety-nine days, he surely wouldn't have wanted to wait another minute.
