The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Hahaha, he's really studying hands!"

"Yan Zu: So this is how a girl's hand is structured!"

"How pathetic! But why does my smile feel a little sour?"

"Is this what first love in adolescence is like?"

On the high platform.

Su Xiaoxiao also laughed.

The bitterness I felt earlier was somewhat lessened by this silly scene.

She gently squeezed Yan Cong's hand.

"So this was your reaction the first time you held a girl's hand?"

Yan Cong's face darkened.

"nonsense!"

"I was perfectly calm at the time."

In the sky.

Yan Cong touched his hand, his gaze slowly drifting to Liang Rumeng's hair.

He twitched his fingers.

Want to touch.

But I dare not.

Yan Cong stole a glance at Liang Rumeng.

She leaned back in her chair, her face flushed, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

It seems like they're sleepy.

Yan Cong hesitated for a long time before finally asking in a low voice.

"May I... touch your hair?"

Liang Rumeng looked up at him groggily, her reaction a beat slow.

After a while, she nodded gently.

"Um."

Yan Cong then placed his hand on it, very gently.

Liang Rumeng seemed to be comforted by this action and moved closer to him.

Yan Cong's body trembled.

He thought she was unwell and immediately stopped moving.

"Are you...are you alright?"

"no."

Liang Rumeng's voice was muffled.

I'm a little sleepy.

Yan Cong immediately sat up even straighter.

"Then lean on me."

"I won't move."

When he says he won't move, he really won't move.

His shoulders were as stiff as wood.

But the faint fragrance emanating from the girl's hair made him feel lightheaded again.

The girl in burgundy was amused.

"Hey, Xiaomeng!"

She tugged at Liang Rumeng's hand again.

"Hmm~"

Liang Rumeng forced herself to keep her eyes open.

"What's wrong?"

"How about we bring Old Wang over?"

Old Wang is another of their best friends.

The three of them usually get along very well.

However, she lives quite far away, about 20 or 30 kilometers from Yan Cong's house.

Liang Rumeng frowned slightly.

"But we don't have a car."

"That's so far."

"Yes, we have floral shirts!"

The girl in burgundy pointed to the floral shirt.

The person in the floral shirt immediately flashed their keys.

"I only took two sips, and I didn't drink any more after that."

"I sobered up long ago."

"Are you going?"

"Alright then."

Liang Rumeng swayed as she got up.

She looked down and saw that Yan Cong was still holding her hand, so she turned back to ask him.

Are you leaving or not?

"Walk!"

Yan Cong immediately stood up.

It was moving so fast it almost hit the corner of the table.

Inside the elevator.

Liang Rumeng leaned against him.

Yan Cong held her arm with one hand and blocked the elevator door with the other, afraid that she would bump into it.

I walked to the car.

The man in the floral shirt opened the back door of the car.

After Liang Rumeng sat down, she naturally patted the seat next to her.

"You sit here."

Yan Cong paused for half a second, then immediately crawled inside.

The car started.

The night receded from outside the window.

The rear lights are dim.

Liang Rumeng leaned on Yan Cong's shoulder, breathing softly.

Yan Cong looked down at the face so close to his own, his throat feeling dry.

He looked away, then couldn't help but look back, his mind in turmoil.

Finally, Liang Rumeng suddenly looked up.

She squinted and looked at him for a few seconds.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Yan Cong froze.

"I...I...I..."

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Liang Rumeng stared at him.

"That's a lie."

Yan Cong blushed to the roots of his neck.

The person in the front row wearing a floral shirt and with squinty eyes immediately started arguing.

"oh!!!"

"Old Yan, you're still pretending!"

"Your ears are completely red!"

"Shut up, all of you!"

Yan Cong was enraged and embarrassed.

Liang Rumeng smiled.

She leaned closer and pointed to her mouth.

"Let me give you a kiss."

Yan Cong's mind went blank on the spot.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a game kill sound effect plays in the background of the video.

Yan Cong's heart also started racing.

He leaned in, trembling, and gave it a very light kiss.

It's soft.

It has a slight smell of alcohol.

It also has a sweet taste.

Liang Rumeng blinked, but didn't dodge.

Yan Cong quickly sat up straight, looking at the row in front of him with a guilty conscience.

It was as if they had accomplished something extraordinary.

Liang Rumeng couldn't help but laugh when she saw his nervous expression.

Why are you such a coward?

Yan Cong is stubborn.

"Who chickened out?"

"This is out of respect."

The person in the floral shirt in the front row couldn't take it anymore.

"Old Yan, why do you speak so gently?"

"Weren't you being pretty arrogant while drinking with us just now?"

Yan Cong glared at him fiercely.

"Shut up!"

Liang Rumeng rolled down the car window and tilted her head back to breathe in the outside air.

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead.

She muttered to herself.

"The car with the floral shirt smells awful."

Yan Cong took a sniff.

It has only a faint aromatherapy scent.

"It doesn't smell bad?"

"It stinks."

Liang Rumeng refuted her earnestly.

Yan Cong looked down at her.

Not all cars smell bad.

"How about I buy you a car that won't smell?"

"Huh!"

The person in the floral shirt in the front row immediately let out a strange cry.

"Old Yan, stop making empty promises!"

"We've only known each other for a short time!"

"Shut up!"

Yan Cong glared at him again.

Liang Rumeng, however, began to seriously consider it.

She shook her head, straightened up, and looked at Yan Cong.

The voice is soft.

"No~"

"I am car sick."

"Just buy me a small electric scooter."

"boom--"

Another kill sound effect plays in the background.

Yan Cong's heartbeat quickened again.

He asked in a low voice.

"Then... what if it rains?"

"Um……"

Liang Rumeng tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Then let's buy a tricycle with a canopy!"

"666!"

The person in the floral shirt driving in the front seat was so sore their face was wrinkled.

"My car cost over 100,000 yuan."

"You said it stinks."

"You still have to take a tricycle ride that costs several thousand yuan?"

"Ugh, it stinks!"

Liang Rumeng puffed out her cheeks and retorted.

"Over ten thousand is expensive."

"With that money, you wouldn't buy me nice food!"

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Yan Cong, her eyes crinkling.

"Aren't you right?"

"Um!"

Yan Cong's voice sounded a little muffled.

He looked down at the girl in his arms, his eyes suddenly turning red.

"right."

"I'll buy you all the good food."

Liang Rumeng smiled with satisfaction.

"hey-hey."

Outside the car window.

The night breeze blew in.

Yan Cong looked down at the girl in his arms, his arms tightening little by little.

At this moment, a deep narration began to play in the sky.

【that moment. 】

He didn't say anything.

But I'd remembered that canopy-covered tricycle in my heart for a very, very long time.

[He also included this girl, who complained that a car costing over 100,000 yuan was too expensive, but seriously said that a tricycle costing a few thousand yuan would be enough, in all his future plans.]

At least that one night.

Young Yan Cong truly believed it.

She will be the one who stays with me until the very end.

On the high platform of Wuzhong in Jinling.

Yan Cong looked at the sky, unusually without a joking expression.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't say anything either.

She simply squeezed his hand tighter.

A while later.

She said softly.

"Was she... doing well back then?"

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

"Um."

"very good."

After he finished speaking, he resumed his smug expression.

"But don't worry."

"I have a better eye now."

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him.

"for example?"

Yan Cong immediately raised the two hands that were clasped together.

"Like now."

Su Xiaoxiao blushed.

"loquacious."

In the live stream, the chat was already going crazy with comments.

"Help, this is so innocent!"

"Who understands? Just one word, 'electric scooter,' and it broke my nerves."

"I hereby announce the official start of the Electric Boy's First Love arc!"

"Don't stab me! Don't stab me! I'm scared!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I'm posting this secretly; hopefully no one will notice.

I'm so awesome for writing 10,000 words a day.