Reborn as a woman in a superpowered society: My father remarried and gained an older sister.

"Gu Qing—! I like you!"

I really, really like it!

"I don't need your answer, I just want to tell you!"

"That's all!"

"Om-"

As the last vibrato of the electric guitar rang out, the class monitor disappeared from the stage in complete silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

One round of applause, two rounds of applause, three rounds of applause...

Waves of applause erupted, as if unveiling some kind of prelude!

next moment.

In Class 6's camp, a short-haired girl stood up and roared towards Class 1:

"Gu Qing, I like you too!"

In Class 4's camp, a slightly chubby girl stood on a chair and shouted towards Class 1:

"Gu Qing, I like you more!"

In Class Two's camp, a tall girl placed one foot on the back of the seat in front of her, crossed her arms, and raised her voice:

"Gu Qing, I'm going to run over your photo!"

The class monitor's confession, which required no response, was like the first domino to fall.

The surging effect created the most unforgettable scene in the history of No. 2 Middle School, and also the first time the auditorium had been used.

"Gu Qing! I want you to step on me!"

"Gu Qing! I want to lick your feet!"

"Gu Qing! I want to play basketball!"

"Gu Qing! I..."

The sounds of voices rising and falling, like venting, confessions, jokes, and boisterous chatter, echoed throughout the auditorium.

Seeing the chaotic scene, Zhou Jie, who was standing next to Gu Qing, looked at him with great concern and asked:

"Qingqing, are you alright? Don't listen to these people's nonsense..."

"I'm fine!"

Gu Qing interrupted Zhou Jie and turned his head, letting Zhou Jie see the expression on his face at that moment.

It's a smile.

At that moment, Zhou Jie saw a smile on Gu Qing's face that he had never seen before.

It wasn't a polite smile, nor a wide, hearty laugh.

Instead, it was a relieved smile.

Just like blooming peach blossoms, they brighten up the whole spring.

Just as Zhou Jie was about to say something, he heard a very familiar voice coming from not far away:

"Zhou Jie, I like you!"

Zhou Jie looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ning Yu standing on a chair, making a shouting gesture.

His lips curled up uncontrollably.

The domino effect continues.

"Yan Shuqun! I've had a crush on you for two years!"

"Song Chao! How about we go to college together?"

"Tang Ningning from Class 2, you look so cool when you play basketball!"

The atmosphere was perfect, and even the most reserved boys couldn't help but launch an offensive or counterattack.

The huge auditorium had long since lost its original order.

In a joyful and enthusiastic atmosphere, it is a declaration of youth.

Class 1's homeroom teacher, Lao Yang, tugged at the livid-faced dean of students' academic affairs and said with a wry smile:

"Let them make a scene, it's only one day anyway!"

"Let them be, hahaha!" Old Guo chimed in from the side.

Immediately afterwards, the teachers walked out of the auditorium together.

Confessions made on the spot rarely receive a response, but perhaps what they or they need is not a response.

It's simply the most courageous interpretation of youth during high school!

That's it.

Gu Qing sat quietly in her seat.

His gaze fell upon the crowd, some standing up, others peering out.

What he heard were either noisy or chaotic confessions.

Watching and listening, this scene, a movement called youth, may no longer be able to compose music for.

But as a passerby, he left a lasting impression on some people.

It is not a note in the musical score, but rather the lingering sound that echoes slowly after the performance.

Perhaps, those who boldly and openly confessed their feelings to Gu Qing didn't actually like her.

Rather, it is that hazy figure that has amazed the years and softened the passage of time.

……

At dusk or sunset.

On the playground, all the students of Class One, along with their subject teachers, gathered together.

With the photographer's direction, a group photo of the entire Class 1, Grade 12 was taken.

The class monitor, who confessed to Gu Qing, triggered a domino effect and has since reverted to his old ways.

Everyone seemed to have completely forgotten the frenzied scene that had unfolded in the auditorium not long ago.

After the group photo was taken, the class monitor sent the location of the dinner to the class group and then led a few classmates to the location first.

Gu Qing and Zhou Jie proceeded at a leisurely pace.

The place wasn't far; it was a small restaurant right across from the school, which they had booked out entirely.

It seemed that enough emotions had already been vented in the auditorium, so this dinner was more of a farewell for close classmates.

The girls naturally drank beer, while the boys freely chose fruit juice or other beverages.

There was no dramatic plot twist; we simply made a pact to meet up at least once a year.

In the evening.

Gu Qing, having received a message from Su Xiyue, chose to leave.

He was neither the first to leave nor the last.

However, just before he stepped out of the restaurant, the class monitor, who usually only nodded to him rather than spoke to him, suddenly called out to him.

"Gu Qing!"

Gu Qing stopped and turned around.

At the restaurant entrance, Su Xiyue was waiting for him.

"What's wrong, class monitor?" Gu Qing asked.

The squad leader scratched his head, then let out a long sigh of relief and mustered his courage to say:

"Although I said I didn't need your answer, I still want to hear it!"

At this moment, the other students in the class also looked over, seemingly very curious about Gu Qing's answer.

"Um……"

But then Gu Qing stretched out her index finger, pressed it against her delicate chin, and tilted her head back to think for a while.

Then, looking directly at the class monitor, she suddenly made a cute head-tilt expression, her eyes sparkling with light.

Just as everyone was captivated by Gu Qing's rarely seen adorable demeanor, a voice rang out:

"Although you play the electric guitar well, the drummer is terrible!"

After saying this, Gu Qing turned around, leaving behind a silhouette with the evening breeze blowing through her hair.

And a faint, pleasant fragrance.