Zhi Qi almost thought she liked Jiang Qiâ¦
She remembered Jiang Qiâs gaze for a long time.
For a ten-year-old girl, encountering a boy with such a bloodthirsty look should have been frightening, but she strangely wasnât afraid. Because those pure pupils could capture the struggling soul beneath a personâs surface. Instead of fear, Zhi Qi was more concerned about the fact that Jiang Qi was being suppressed and bullied at this moment. He was in pain.
So, Zhi Qi pursed her lips and did something quite bold for her.
No one responded to the little girl knocking and calling at the door. Seeing Jiang Qi being beaten by those older students inside, her heart burned with urgency. Without further ado, she took her own stationery box from her backpack and forcefully smashed it against the glass window that was blocking the door!
The schoolâs substandard construction couldnât withstand the pure iron stationery box bought by the girl from a well-off family. With a loud âclatter,â everyone inside froze.
In the dimly lit classroom, the several boys were startled, suddenly looking upâ
âJiang Qi!â Zhi Qi, relying on the gaze coming through the window, accurately saw Jiang Qiâs position and swiftly kicked a piece of glass towards him. âTake it!â
Occasionally, some people need more extreme violence to be resolved.
For example, now, those older male students saw the sharp glass in Jiang Qiâs hand and dared not approach him with punches like before. They just stared alternately at Zhi Qi and Jiang Qi, swearing under their breath as they left before the school security patrol noticed.
Zhi Qi, after all, was doing something âdangerousâ for the first time. Once they were gone, the courage she had mustered up left her, and she leaned against the wall behind her, her face pale and breath rapid.
Jiang Qi, under a hint of moonlight, looked at her without saying a word.
After a while, he finally heard the soft voice of the girl whimpering, âYou⦠you didnât take your backpack.â
Zhi Qi hadnât forgotten the reason she came to find Jiang Qi. The boy lowered his gaze, silent, and walked to her. He bent down to pick up his backpack.
âJiang Qi.â Perhaps because of the recent scare, the girlâs voice was somewhat weak as she timidly asked him, âCan you help me up?â
She was feeling a bit weak in the legs. So, Jiang Qi discarded the broken glass in his hand, grabbed Zhi Qiâs hand, and pulled her up with a firm grip.
It was the first time they held hands. Jiang Qi wasnât consciously aware that, compared to his rough hands from years of picking vegetables, the girlâs hand was incredibly soft due to her pampered upbringing. However, that contact was very brief.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yet, Zhi Qi softly exclaimed, âHuh.â
In the darkness, unable to see the boyâs hand clearly, she curiously tilted her head and asked, âJiang Qi, do you have something on your hand?â
She accidentally touched a scar on the back of the boyâs hand but didnât know what it was.
Jiang Qiâs fingers immediately stiffened. He pursed his lips, released her, and resumed his indifferent tone, âLetâs go.â
Later on, Zhi Qi and her parents explained that they accidentally broke a piece of glass at school and compensated the school with money. After that incident, Jiang Qi, upon learning about it, came to Zhi Qiâs classroom on his own for the first time after class.
The little girl was surprised and happily ran over, âJiang Qi, why are you here?â
In the midst of people coming and going, Jiang Qi, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, straightened up and looked at her with his light-colored eyes, âHow much money?â
A slight stiffness appeared on Zhi Qiâs smiling face. She wrinkled her brows in confusion, âWhat money?â
âThe classroom glass.â After saying that, Jiang Qi seemed a bit embarrassed and paused before continuing, âI will pay you back.â
Her small hand hanging by her side unconsciously tightened. Since he could remember, everything related to money made Jiang Qi feel ashamed. However, he didnât want to owe Zhi Qi. Perhaps it was the understanding of the responsibilities that come early in life for children from poor families. Even at a young age, Jiang Qi understood the meaning of âself-respect.â
âOh, that.â Zhi Qi blinked her long eyelashes, feeling a bit disappointed for some reason. However, she quickly ignored this fleeting emotion and smiled again, âWhy do you want to repay me? It was my fault in the first place.â
Although she was young, Zhi Qi understood the principle of taking responsibility.
âNo.â Jiang Qiâs voice was rigid. âItâs because of me.â
âHow could that be?â Zhi Qi had already leaned against the railing, drinking milk. Her voice was somewhat muffled, âI broke it, and besides, itâs not much money. My mom and the teacher said itâs fine as long as I wasnât hurt. It was only fifty yuanâ¦â
Fifty yuan.
She completely didnât care about this matter, but Jiang Qi silently noted the number. He softly uttered an acknowledgment.
It wasnât until much later, much later, that Zhi Qi truly understood just how stubborn Jiang Qi could be.
In the year they graduated from elementary school, he insisted on giving her fifty yuan. For the little boy who needed to help his uncle sell vegetables to earn money for school books, fifty yuan was accumulated painstakingly over two years, yet he remained determined to repay her.
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Breaking free from the memories, Zhi Qi realized she had unknowingly saved a folder full of pictures of Jiang Qi. They were all sourced from the internet, high-quality images, pixelated images â she saved almost everything.
Unfortunately, there werenât many pictures of Jiang Qi, and even less information about him. She sighed with some regret. When Meng Chunyu opened the dormitory door, she saw Zhi Qi eagerly staring at the computer screen.
âOh my godâ¦â Seeing that the screen was filled with pictures of Jiang Qi, Meng Chunyuâs mouth widened in surprise. She walked over quickly and asked, âZhi Qi, youâre not falling for this Jiang Qi, are you?â
Zhi Qiâs heart skipped a beat. Her fair face turned pink at a visible speed. She tightened her grip on the mouse and nervously asked, âH-how did you know?â
Her voice stuttered nervously.
âHahaha, how could I not know?â Meng Chunyu couldnât help but burst into laughter at Zhi Qiâs anxious appearance. âWhy are you nervous? Youâre the typical starstruck girl!â
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So, she thought she was a starstruck girl.
Zhi Qi almost thought her liking for Jiang Qi had been discovered again. After all, in high school, everyone knew she had a crush on Jiang Qi.
Hopelessly in love.
But nowâ¦
Zhi Qi breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly and smiled gently, âMaybe.â
Carrying the title of âstar-chasing girlâ is not a mistake. Jiang Qi herself shines even brighter than the stars.
But Meng Chunyu couldnât understand her infatuation and shook her head with a sigh, âBaby, you, this 2G girl, finally connected to the internet. Is it your first time liking a male celebrity? This little brother is quite handsome, but having been in jail, he must have received a lot of criticism. Being a girlfriend fan is not satisfying, why not change to someone else to like?â
Zhi Qi couldnât understand Meng Chunyuâs âfan languageâ and looked at her blankly.
Seeing this, Meng Chunyu couldnât help but laugh, pointing her slender finger at Zhi Qiâs head, âOh, what I mean is that this Jiang Qi doesnât have much future, probably just a new face that happened to stand out.â
This time Zhi Qi understood, pursing her lips in displeasure.
âWho said that,â she spoke in a mild tone, rarely refuting her roommate, clenching her fist seriously, âHe has a promising future!â
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Meng Chunyu stared at her in amazement, âHave you entered the state of a star-chasing girl so quickly?â
This appearance really resembled her when she stayed up all night online arguing with haters about her favorite idol.
Zhi Qi felt awkward, put down her hand, and said incoherently, âAnyway, donât talk about him.â
She didnât like hearing criticism of Jiang Qi from others.
âOkay, okay, I wonât say anything if you like him.â Meng Chunyu squinted and smiled, understandingly patting Zhi Qiâs shoulder, âItâs unexpected that our Qiqi is also into star-chasing. Do you want me, this old fan aunt, to teach you how to get started?â
Do you need someone to teach you how to be a fan?
Zhi Qi was stunned for a moment, but after a while, she realized that she did have some questions to ask Meng Chunyu.
âChunyu, umâ¦â She thought for a moment, carefully asking, âIf I want to meet Jiang Qi, is there any way?â
She just wanted to sneak a glance at Jiang Qi.
âSo soon youâre thinking about meeting the brother?â Meng Chunyu was eating old yogurt, almost choking at the words. She looked at Zhi Qi, who seemed earnest, with a puzzled expression, twirling the spoon playfullyâ
âWell, itâs not impossible. Generally, if I want to meet my idol, I follow the fan support group, follow professional big fans, join groups to know the idolâs schedule, and if thereâs a public event, I can try to get tickets to be there.â
The more Zhi Qi listened, the more furrowed her eyebrows became. She wondered why chasing a star was more challenging than writing a research report.
She boldly asked, âWhat are fan support groups and professional big fans?â
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âUh.â Meng Chunyu was silent for a while, somewhat awkwardly saying, âWell, your brother Jiang Qi is still a newcomer, so maybe he doesnât have those.â
Usually, artists need to gather a considerable fan base to have these formal âfan clubs.â
Zhi Qi felt a bit disappointed, lowering her eyes, âWhat should I do then?â
âWell, donât be disappointed. If you just want to take a look, there are other ways.â Meng Chunyu, who couldnât stand to see âher fairy friendâ sad, used all her experience in star chasing, âFor example, with the success of the movie Jiang Qi is currently in, the better the box office, the more likely there will be a fan meeting. Try to get tickets then. If that doesnât work, check his Weibo for any updatesâby the way, do you have Weibo?â
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Following Meng Chunyuâs guidance, Zhi Qi downloaded Weibo, registered, gave herself the nickname âZhi Qiâ following the instructions, and the first person she followed was the certified âJiang Qi.â
Looking at Jiang Qiâs Weibo with a tree avatar, Zhi Qi suddenly felt nervous. Like a little mole, she tugged at Meng Chunyuâs sleeve and asked, âChunyu, if I send him a message, will he reply to me?â
At this point, her heart couldnât help but beat rapidly, a mix of emotions that wanted to message him yet hesitated, lingering in her chest.
ââ¦What are you thinking?â Meng Chunyu couldnât help but laugh again, this time more exaggerated and breathless. She leaned against the bed, covering her mouth, âHaha, little fairy, are you teasing me? Can you not do this?â
Zhi Qi felt embarrassed by her laughter, and her ears turned warm.
âDo you know how many fans send private messages to my brotherâs Weibo every day? Where would they find the time to read them?â
After laughing enough, Meng Chunyu explained to her in a leisurely manner, âAll celebrities donât read private messages on Weibo. When they register on Weibo, itâs basically just giving fans a confession box.â
Zhi Qi listened attentively, then smiled and pursed her lips.
âChunyu, thank you.â
Perhaps for others, not getting a response to their messages could be upsetting and disappointing. However, for Zhi Qi, she happened to need a confession box named âJiang Qi.â
Originally afraid of disturbing him but still eager to say something to him, now that Jiang Qi doesnât read private messages on Weibo, it fits her perfectly. After finishing her evening routine and lying on the bed, Zhi Qi, just like in her childhood, wrapped herself in the blanket and treated the Weibo chat as her âconfessional diaryâ without any reservationsâ
[I miss you a lot. It rained again today, like in the Lin Lan days.]
[You used to buy red bean milk tea for me on every rainy day.]
[DAY.1.]