Chapter 374 A Missed Result
"Because I met you, it's not bitter at all." This sentence sounds a little ambiguous. Should I take this opportunity to ask him about his specific thoughts? Xu asked Mu Zhengguang: "Is this a confession?"

Is it a confession? Definitely not. Because I didn’t say “I like you”, and I certainly didn’t say “Can we be together?”

Mu Zhengguang replied: "Not really."

Xu also thought that it didn't count. Mu Zhengguang's answer was within her expectations. However, although it was within her expectations, she had prepared an answer to deal with unexpected situations. Moreover, that answer was not a negative answer.

The meaning of some words is almost the same as confession, but if the speaker does not admit it, then she has to ignore the meaning. Things developed in the direction she imagined. Mu Zhengguang did not confess to her, and she did not need to give the answer that made him nervous, but all this was still not perfect.

"reason."

"I'll go buy a pen and paper and write it for you."

The reason I wrote it to Xu was definitely not what he thought before, that I didn’t say “I like you”, but some more complex and profound words that were closer to his true thoughts.

In his true thoughts, "I like you" is redundant and uncommon. At least not so common now. Maybe it was more common in the past, especially before watching a movie.

When was "I like you" the most common? Three years ago, when both of them were immature. The feelings at that time could not necessarily be called purer, but the passionate bond was enough to make people see her face after falling asleep.

In the past six months, he occasionally dreamed of Xu. Not often, but each time it was somewhat detached from reality. Sometimes the two of them were closer, sometimes they were walking together in an unfamiliar environment... Different memories, different styles, different events, and different feelings.

"I'll go buy it, and you think about how to write it."

"I'll go with you. I want to see if there are any changes in the small shop next to the school." Mu Zhengguang had already thought about it. Thinking more might not necessarily give a better answer. He wanted to follow, but didn't want to be too blunt, so he found an excuse.

"it is good."

The person who opened the store did not change, the size of the store did not change, but the age of the person changed, and the goods sold in the store changed.

There is no counter in the store. The shelf closest to the door sells snacks. Nowadays, the shelves are replaced by refrigerators. Mu Zhengguang opened the refrigerator and took out two identical chocolate ice creams.

Five years ago, Xu treated him to ice cream. Three years ago, his financial resources were not enough to afford such expensive food. Now, he no longer had to hesitate when buying this ice cream.

No matter what other people's lives are like, whether they are poor or rich, it has nothing to do with him. In this history shared by everyone, he has gradually realized his own "wealth" and "expensiveness". Ice cream is not expensive, but the joy of sharing it with others is expensive. This joy makes people full and satisfied.

The two stood side by side, and the shop owner naturally calculated the total price of the goods for them. Two ice creams, six yuan. A fountain pen, two yuan. A sticky note, two yuan.

"Ten dollars."

Mu Zhengguang had already made preparations. As soon as the boss finished speaking, he scanned the code to pay. He handed the ice cream to Xu, and Xu handed him the pen and sticky note.

"It's a bit cold to eat ice cream in winter."

Is it cold? Not sure. It snowed a few days ago and the Chinese New Year just ended. When I went to my relatives’ house, my brothers and sisters who were about my age all ate ice cream and didn’t complain about the cold. The temperature has risen a bit in the past two days, so it shouldn’t be too cold, right?
Gong Zhengguang put the sticky note and pen into his pocket and stretched out his other hand: "Let me help you eat."

"No, I'm in good health, and it's okay to eat ice cream in winter."

The two walked along the road in front of the school until they finished their ice cream.

"My house is just in front, you can go to my house to write the note." "Isn't it inappropriate?" Mu Zhengguang knew where Xu's house was, and her house was very close to here. During this journey, he never thought of going to her house to write a note. For him, it was fine to go to a classmate's house, but for Xu, was it the same?
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. It's not like you haven't been there before."

"This is different. I was just..."

"Are you just a junior high school student, or are you just sitting in my yard doing your homework? Come on, I'm not afraid, so why are you? I haven't finished the comprehensive science test I bought yet. If you are interested, we can each do a set of test papers this afternoon and compare our scores."

Mu Zhengguang was not opposed to going to her house, but he had no reasonable reason to do so. Xu's reason was perfect and appealing, and it also moved him.

"it is good."

The magnificent villa has four floors, and the side walls of the villa are also tiled. Her house is still so new and luxurious. Mu Zhengguang followed her into the yard and the living room, and met her family. Without saying a word, Xu took him up the stairs to the second floor.

This was the first time Mu Zhengguang entered Xu's room. There was such a big mirror in her room! She was so beautiful, she really should appreciate herself more.

"Go sit over there and write a note."

"Ah."

There were two chairs in the room. After Mu Zhengguang sat down, Xu moved his schoolbag away so that the other chair could be sat in. She rested her elbows on the table and her chin on her palm, staring at every word he wrote with interest.

"Because I met you, it's not bitter at all. Every time I see you, I feel very happy." After writing this, Mu Zhengguang suddenly didn't want to write anymore: the first sentence is not a confession, the second sentence is not a confession, then what about the third sentence? What about the fourth sentence?
He stopped writing. This was so unexpected!
"Is that all?"

Mu Zhengguang replied reluctantly: "That's all."

"Oh. Now that you've finished, let's do the test papers. I still have three sets of test papers left. You can help me do one set today, and I'll do another set tomorrow. School starts the day after tomorrow."

If the content on the paper was very long, Xu planned to take a photo of the test paper and have the two of them do the same test paper, which would be fair. But the content on the paper was too short, and it didn't seem worth it for her to do so, and it didn't seem worth it for her to write the test paper on her phone while the other person wrote the test paper on paper. If the two were to exchange treatment, he would probably be reluctant. Then he had to do different test papers.

The desk was very long, longer than the two desks in the classroom, enough to accommodate two people, but the desk was not particularly long. The distance between the two people was no more than the length of the arm. With their arms outstretched, they could touch each other's sleeves.

Perhaps, this distance is the most appropriate. More than friends, but not crossing the line. Mu Zhengguang finished writing the test paper absentmindedly. In this duel, he had no reason to win, just like he had no... no reason to confess.

Xu had trouble concentrating when doing the test paper, but she was very sure that she would win this competition.

The two exchanged test papers and graded each other. Xu pushed the answers to him and asked him to grade the test first.

After Mu Zhengguang finished grading the test papers, he began to calculate the scores, and then it was Xu's turn to grade the test papers.

They wrote down their scores on the test paper, and perhaps they did not realize that at this moment, both of them regarded each other as an ordinary classmate. The scores they wrote down were fair and impeccable.

Mu Zhengguang, 232 points.

Xu, 235 points.

Before Mu Zhengguang left, Xu asked him for the note. At this time, Mu Zhengguang regretted that he should have written more.

(End of this chapter)