My good mood lasted until I checked Wu Miaos grade four results and found out she didnt pass again. Looking at that dismal score, the fire in my heart flared up again. I rushed into her room and found her curled up on the bed, smiling from ear to ear as she read a book with a colorful cover. Seeing me come in, she was startled and subconsciously tried to hide the book under the quilt. I snatched the book away and looked at the cover, feeling like bursting out laughing.

  A very cheesy and pretentious book title, author: Qi Zhu. Thanks to Wu Miaos luck, even I know this woman. Once Wu Miao even made excuses, saying that "Qi Zhu" is a very famous "big shot". At the time, I was half-believing and half-doubting, but after flipping through a few pages of the book, I couldnt bear to read on. Its all about romance, love, men and women, and even intimate contact.

  Wu Miao was hiding in her room, reading her book again. Shes only nineteen years old and is poisoned by this kind of book every day, no wonder she doesnt have the heart to study.

  Families like ours dont have the luxury of not studying and working hard.

  I turned around and walked away with a cold face. Wu Miao knew she had made another mistake and hurriedly chased after me.

  I didnt expect that when I made Wu Miao Xun cry, she happened to see it.

  As I turned around, I saw her. At that moment, a hint of regret arose in my heart, and I didnt want outsiders to see the contradictions at home. Nor did I want her to see it.

  I have nothing to say.

  Her eyes became very strange, looking at the book on the ground, then staring at me.

  Then he snorted and scrunched up his face, revealing a rather unsightly expression, and left.

  I dont know why shes so angry.Maybe its because she misunderstood the relationship between me and Wu Miao.

  After returning to the room, Wu Miao stopped crying and sat down at the desk to recite four-level vocabulary. She also poured me a glass of water. I knew she was trying to please me and felt a little heartbroken, so I cleared my throat and said: "Arent you thinking of going to the bar on the boat to have some fun? After dinner tonight, Ill take you there."

  "Uh, thanks, brother." she said softly.

  I suddenly felt a bit suffocated and my mood became somewhat soft, silently leaving her room.

  The sun has already set in the west, and its almost time for my date with that girl. I sit at my desk, thinking of her expression back then, she even changed into a very beautiful dress, was it for our date? Im having trouble focusing on work, looking at the glass ashtray on the table, I dont smoke, not a speck of dust inside. I casually pick it up and head to the balcony.

  I knocked against the iron railing of the balcony, one after another. The sound was crisp and rhythmic, I knew she must have heard it.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, she stormed out soon after.

  "Whats with all the knocking?" she asked.

  I looked at her disheveled appearance and felt a little like laughing, but I noticed that she had changed into an old white T-shirt and shorts, with a pair of flip-flops.

  Obviously didnt plan on keeping our date.

  I stared at her and asked: "How did you change your skirt?"

  She was taken aback for a moment, probably didnt expect me to say that as my first sentence, and immediately widened her eyes: "Whats it to you?"

  Compared with the intelligent and gentle one at noon, its like two different people. Now theres a bit of sting, which makes me, who was originally a little confused, slightly clear-headed.

  I said: "Have you misunderstood something? The one just now wasnt mine..."

  She looked at me with a seemingly deliberate gaze, as if she understood what I was about to explain but deliberately didnt give me the chance. Then she began speaking fluently: "Theres a callus on your fingertips, and judging from the position, its clear you often hold a pen. There are also ink marks on your wrist with some numbers and formulas. Typical engineering student. Youre still working overtime even when traveling, truly an abnormal human being."

  I was completely stunned. Was she... observing and reasoning about me?