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Chapter 14 – Observation
The seats by the window have a good view, and because Class 2-3 of Senior High School is on the second floor, Luo Zhuowei can clearly see the playground and the four basketball courts next to the playground when looking out the window from her seat.
Luo Zhuowei is a typical good student who is trusted by all teachers. After school, she is often called by teachers to stay and help deal with some things.
Sometimes she and the class monitor were the only ones left in the classroom, and sometimes she was the only one left.
Once the classroom became quiet, the lively sounds of the court below the window became clearly audible: the sound of basketballs hitting the floor, the short squeaks of sneakers rubbing against each other, and the half-indistinct sounds of boys talking and laughing.
The adolescent boys, who have so much energy that they have nowhere to vent it, love basketball to an incredible and outrageous degree. Except for rainy days, winter, and summer vacations, the four courts are always occupied by a group of boys.
"Boys are so noisy."
Luo Zhuowei still remembered that her class monitor, who was also a girl, had complained in a low voice. She did not slow down the action of stapler in her hand as she stapled the homework and test papers during the holiday. "You think so too, right?"
She could understand what the monitor meant: Compared with girls, boys of this age were like a machine with a full battery, or a wild animal that never got tired.
The longer body and increasing strength during the puberty period are symbols of brutality and wildness. Whether they have this idea or not, it is undeniable that boys in the puberty period are synonymous with danger.
Because they are no longer the same as they were when they were children, the differences between boys and girls are clearly divided at this stage.
"Yeah." For Luo Zhuowei at that time, the lively sounds outside the window were just background noise that could be ignored.
Since when did these noises cease to be insignificant to her?
And since when did she start to care whether she was the only one staying today, or if there were other people there?
Luo Zhuowei was troubled to discover a secret expectation in her heart: She gradually longed to have the time after school to herself.
If there was no one else around, she could sit in her seat, slow down and sort those boring sets of papers together with a stapler, and occasionally look up to see the basketball court through the window.
Chen Hang would play ball there with his friends from time to time.
In this purely male environment, Chen Hang looked slightly different from how he usually did in class and in front of her.
If the Chen Hang that Luo Zhuowei knew was a cautious and a gentleman, then the Chen Hang that she peeked at through this window had torn apart that layer of restraint, revealing a corner of the unbridledness that only boys of this age would have.
She had witnessed a long pass from Chen Hang. Although she didn't know much about basketball, judging from the distance and the slightly grinning expression on the teammate's face when he received the ball, Chen Hang's performance was undoubtedly good and accurate...even a little too strong.
She watched like this day after day, and Luo Zhuowei felt like a silent observer, piecing together a complete picture of Chen Hang through this window that she discovered by accident.
Even if it was just like the simple action of drinking water. He raised his head and drank quickly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. The water that overflowed from the bottle due to the excessive tilt flowed down his chin, along his neck, and almost stickily climbed into his T-shirt with a slightly low collar, and together with the sweat, it spread out into a small darker color.
Aggressive.
It's aggressive.
The moment this word popped up in her mind, Luo Zhuowei realized that she was not actually an observer.
She just, she just... felt an almost paralyzing surge of emotion at the mere fact of catching a glimpse of this side of him.
Adolescence is so shameful. She obviously likes his restraint and gentleness, but secretly, she can't help but fantasize about his other side.
Perhaps this is the reason why being too rigid will lead to breaking. The more Luo Zhuowei suppresses herself in her daily life and tries not to show any unnecessary emotions, the stronger the tide that comes back when she relaxes at night.
It had to be more passionate than anything she had dreamed of before. It would be best if her legs went weak and she couldn't stand on her own. Then he would hold her wrist with his hand, which she had weighed many times in her mind, and hold her with his other hand a hundred times more gently, deepening this kiss that made her unable to extricate herself and willing to fall for.
She might struggle, or she might not, but she would definitely... not refuse.
How, how shameful it was for her to imagine and dream about such things.
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