I'm in high school, is my dating system working correctly?

Chapter 93 I think I've fallen for you.

My heart started pounding uncontrollably.

Lu Yu knew that Cheng Bailu meant that she was happy doing anything with him.

Just like the essay topic is open to interpretation, you can write whatever you want.

But when I actually heard her say that, it felt like something was tugging at my chest, making me feel scratchy.

"Let's do our homework then."

Lu Yu said this deliberately.

"OK."

Cheng Bailu smiled faintly and accepted Lu Yu's disruptive remarks.

He even went to the desk and started rummaging through his schoolbag.

No, are you really going to write it?

"Fine, you're not feeling well today, let's not do our homework."

Lu Yu grabbed the hem of her dress.

"oh..

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Cheng Bailu was probably a little dazed because of her period and didn't quite react before putting down her homework.

"Want to see a movie?"

Lu Yu took her schoolbag from the table and put it on the cabinet next to her.

"Huh? Are you going out?"

Cheng Bailu glanced at her clothes subconsciously and pinched her collar.

"Need not."

Lu Yu opened his backpack in the living room and took out an old-fashioned, cheap tablet.

This was a reward for Lu Yu getting into a top high school after the high school entrance exam. Feng Jiahe contacted an acquaintance who sold electronics at a shopping mall to get the equipment, saying it could be used to watch online classes, but Lu Yu basically only used it for playing games and watching videos.

Later, in his first year of high school, Lu Yu's grades dropped, and his tablet was taken away. He was only given it back on weekends and long holidays.

Considering that Cheng Bailu wasn't feeling well today, he packed it in his bag and brought it with him.

Cheng Bailu watched him operate the tablet with great curiosity.

After all, this family doesn't even have a single computer, let alone a tablet.

"Didn't I tell you last time that I wanted to see 'The Garden of Words'? It's not in the movie theater, so let's watch it online."

Lu Yu adjusted the tablet and looked around.

Where can I see it?

As for the desk, moving a chair over is no problem, they're all the same style, but sitting upright is a bit uncomfortable.

In the living room, the screen doesn't seem big enough; Cheng Bailu's old TV doesn't seem to be the type that can be projected.

As I was thinking, the hem of my clothes was gently pinched.

"How about we watch it in bed?"

Cheng Bailu's voice was soft and gentle, her eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact with Lu Yu.

"...Okay, after all, you're not feeling too well either."

Do girls all like to sit on the bed and watch movies?

Lu Yu didn't understand.

"Then, go out for a bit."

Cheng Bailu gently pushed Lu Yu out of the room.

It's quite a ritualistic thing to do.

Lu Yu simply went to the kitchen and washed his hands again.

When she returned, the bedroom door opened, and Cheng Bailu had changed back into her previous light blue pajamas, her hair still styled in a bun, looking well-behaved and adorable.

"Just in case, just in case it gets dirty and hard to wash off."

She muttered an explanation.

Lu Yu entered the bedroom, where Cheng Bailu was already sitting on the bed, covering her lower body with the blanket.

It's the kind of seat where you prop up your pillow and lean against the headboard.

Is that what you mean?

Lu Yu's chest skipped a beat.

"Then I'm coming up."

He said it briefly, took off his slippers, and prepared to climb into Cheng Bailu's bed.

"Close the door, then draw the curtains and turn off the lights."

Cheng Bailu whispered a reminder.

Lu Yu gently closed the door.

No, why would I move so gently? There's no one else at home.

Like a thief.

Click.

Both of them felt a pang of unease.

Draw the curtains, turn off the lights, and the room falls into a dim, ambiguous atmosphere, like a movie theater screening room.

By the light of the tablet, Lu Yu saw Cheng Bailu sitting obediently on the bed and gently patting the spot next to her.

"Come on, it might be a bit crowded."

The sound was thick and sticky, like honey attracting butterflies.

Lu Yu sat down.

He noticed that Cheng Bailu was sitting with her legs stretched out.

As if by some unspoken understanding, he also straightened his legs, covered her with the blanket, and placed the tablet on his lap.

Seeing that Lu Yu hadn't started playing yet, Cheng Bailu moved closer, and a faint lemon scent wafted over.

"You were talking about happy and joyful things just now."

Neon-like light fell on the girl's eyelashes, like a fragile dream.

Actually, there is one thing.

"What is it?"

Lu Yu swallowed, his throat feeling a little itchy.

His response was not words.

Cheng Bailu pursed her lips, grabbed his hand, wrapped it around her back, let him hug her, and then snuggled into Lu Yu's arms.

The posture was even more intimate and close than the last time in the movie theater.

He could feel the girl's slender waist with his hands. Her body temperature, which emanated from her pajamas, was a little high, soft and hot, like a wildfire that could ignite the wilderness in the boy's heart.

Her slightly curly hair brushed against Lu Yu's neck, tickling him, and her warm breath brushed against his clothes, as if trying to warm his rapidly beating heart.

Then, the girl's words followed.

"Like this, watching a movie together."

She spoke the words "watching a movie" very softly, as if she wanted them to dissipate in the warm air.

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..Um."

"Lu Yu".

"I am here."

"Can I call you Ayu? Just today."

"Um."

"Ah Yu".

"I am here, in White Dew."

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"Um.

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By now.

Lu Yu can only watch movies now.

A seed that has long been buried deep in one's heart may sprout at any time and grow into a towering tree.

Click to play.

If we're just talking about visuals, Lu Yu thinks that "The Garden of Words" is Makoto Shinkai's peak.

The lush greenery of midsummer, the deep curtain of rain, and the clear blue sky—any screenshot you take would be wallpaper-worthy.

The story is simple: a high school student who aspires to become a shoemaker skips class and meets an older woman. The two gradually get to know each other in a pavilion in the rain.

Makoto Shinkai's beloved long-distance relationships are transformed into an age-gap romance in this film.

Spatial distance has become temporal distance.

"A faint rumble of thunder, a gloomy sky, but I long for the wind and rain to come, so that you may stay here."

Upon seeing the short song recited by the female protagonist, Cheng Bailu subconsciously read it aloud as well.

She remembered the heavy rain that day, when the two of them watched a movie together for the first time in the storm.

She looked up slightly at the boy she was leaning against.

Lu Yu is currently focused on film.

He really loves watching movies.

Her jawline is beautiful, her lips are beautiful, and her nose, eyes, and eyebrows are all very beautiful.

Moreover, Cheng Bailu wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Lu Yu seemed to have improved his physique, appearing more lean and fit than when they were at the movie theater.

The hand that was originally in front of him quietly moved.

She slipped her left hand under his arm that was holding her and around his back.

Her right hand gently wrapped around his abdomen from the front, while her left hand joined Lu Yu's side waist.

He turned his body to the side, pressing his chest against Lu Yu's.

The thin pajamas and T-shirt were not enough to block the touch of the girl's body, and Lu Yu's heart beat faster, as if he were running five kilometers in a sports meet.

Under the blanket, the girl's bare feet brushed against Lu Yu's exposed ankles, soft, tender, and warm.

The story continues.

The female protagonist, whom I initially thought was just an ordinary older woman, turns out to be a teacher at the male protagonist's school.

Upon learning of this, the male protagonist became slightly angry and turned to question the female protagonist.

"A faint rumble of thunder, a gloomy sky—even if it doesn't rain, I will remain here."

Lu Yu read aloud the female lead's initial short song response as he looked at the screen.

Then, unexpectedly, a rainstorm arrived.

The male and female protagonists sought shelter from the rain and later went to the female protagonist's house. The two did laundry, cooked, and made coffee like lovers.

In that tranquil moment, a moment that made one want to linger, the male protagonist finally broke the unspoken understanding with words.

I saw the subtitles on the screen.

In a dimly lit, ambiguous, secret room.

There were no hints, rehearsals, or warnings.

The voices of a boy and a girl rang out simultaneously.

"I think I've fallen for you."

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